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Chapter 61
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
As we left the mall, I let Jane collapse on the sidewalk. She curled
herself up again and just cried. Probably missing her family. I couldn't
blame the girl for crying, and motioned for Elizabeth to join me as I
moved away to give the crying girl a bit of privacy.
Shortly, she stopped shaking and unsteadily rose to her stockinged feet.
Still sniffling, she padded over to where Elizabeth and I were waiting.
Leaning against a compact car of some sort. A Civic, maybe.
She sank to her knees. Teary eyes quietly looking up at me.
"Thank-you." she whispered.
"For?"
"Letting me cry."
I just nodded at her. She ducked her head and let out one last sob. She
raised her head again. I watched her battle to control her emotions. She
raised her wrists. Offering them to me.
I loosely slipped a pair of handcuffs around her slender wrists. Not
tightening them into her skin, but tight enough that she couldn't slip
her hands out of them. She sighed and dropped her hands into her lap.
Knowing what was coming, Elizabeth, beside me, did the same.
I helped Jane to her feet. Her face brightened a bit as she glanced down
at herself. No longer completely nude. Stockings. Bra. Panties. She
wasn't covered much, but it was better than nothing. Better than walking
around nude as Elizabeth still was.
"Girls? I want you to walk on ahead. We're heading back to the hotel.
Nice day for a walk, don't you think? Walk where you like. Grass, road.
Whatever."
They just nodded. Elizabeth, probably shocked that I wasn't leashing
them and forcing them into an uncomfortable stroll blurted, "What, no
gags?"
"Don't tempt me girlie."
The two girls, knowing that they'd pushed their luck further than would
normally be allowed scampered on ahead. Talking between themselves
quietly. I matched their pace, but let them get fifty meters or so
ahead. They glanced back occasionally, but stayed on course. Walking
through the grass at the side of the road softer on their unprotected
feet than asphalt. I just lost myself in thought and watched them as
they walked ahead. One nude girl strolling along with one in tight
lingerie through the grass. Quite a picture.
I didn't want to end this timeline. It was paradise. The girls behaving.
Having access to their beautiful bodies. No pressures. No stress. The
complete feeling of freedom and control over the women. Knowing that I
couldn't be caught. Finally being able to do these unspeakable
pleasures. I was enjoying myself. Who wouldn't be?
But I knew it had to end eventually. I didn't have the strength to
maintain this timeline forever. Nor would these girls be able to
maintain the pace I'd set for them and still remain sane. Jane had
really scared me today. I had pushed her far too hard. And timeline or
no timeline, you could only push someone so far before they snapped. I
was surprised that none of them had snapped yet. I guess Amy and Jane
were the closest that I'd come to completely losing any of them. I
really had to be more careful. Elizabeth was right. An insane or
catatonic girl was absolutely no fun at all.
The girls had set a reasonably fast pace. We arrived back in at the
hotel in about forty minutes or so. They were tired. Especially Jane. I
could see it in her face. She was not going to be able to keep her eyes
open for much longer. She was nearly asleep on her feet. It had been a
long day especially for her. I was feeling tired myself, the activity
and the maintenance of the timeline wearing me down a bit.
The girls trudged up the stairs ahead of me. Elizabeth leading. I was a
bit apprehensive as we entered the suite. After all, I hadn't left
Christi in significant bonds this time. I doubted it, but she could have
released Amy and been planning to jump me as we entered. I needn't have
worried. As we entered the suite, Elizabeth and Jane both cringed as we
heard an agonized screech from the bedroom.
"Ahhhhhhh. Oh God. Please. For the love of God. My nipples. Hurt. Oh my
God. Please no more. He doesn't have to know. You could stop. Pretend
that you were hitting me. You don't know what this is like. My legs.
Argh. Please not another one. Oh God. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ.
Christi. God. My tits. How can you do this to me? You must know how much
this hurts. You have tits too. Oh God. Please. I'll be good. I'll do
anything you want. Just no more. Oh God."
Amy's hoarse voice cried out her pain. It would appear that Christi was
still doing exactly what I'd told her to do.
Christi emerged from the hallway. Padding barefoot back into the living
area. Her head bent. Tears falling down her face. Leaving Amy to cry to
herself back in the bedroom. It took her a moment, but she noticed us
standing just inside the entrance. She sank to her knees. Her robe
opening. She crawled forward as best she could with the handcuffs and
latched herself onto my thigh. Turning her head up towards me.
"Please. Master. Allow your slave to stop. I. She can't do this anymore.
Amy. Slave Amy. Has learned her lesson. Her breasts. Oh my God. I can't
do this anymore. Please let me stop. It's too much even for me. Her poor
breasts. Please. I can't hit her anymore. She's in so much pain."
I gently took the crop from Christi's hands. The sobbing girl just
stayed on her knees at my feet. I whispered to Jane and Elizabeth, "Go
sit down. It's okay. I'll deal with this."
Jane and Elizabeth walked to the furniture. Elizabeth settling in the
easy chair, nude. Jane reclining on the sofa, stretching out her
sheathed legs. Stretching her toes. Probably glad to be off their feet.
I guided Christi to her feet. She unconsciously tried to wrap the
beltless robe around her body, but finally gave up. She just stood in
front of me letting it hang. Exposing one bare breast. Really erotic
though she probably didn't think so.
We entered the bedroom. Amy was still in tears. Her bound body shaking.
Pulling against the ropes that held her. Her breasts, poking through the
ruined sweater, were both an angry red. Her thighs also bore some welts.
Her nipples were a deep shade of red. Angry red welts covering them on a
variety of angles. Leaving Christi by the doorway, I walked over to Amy
and touched her cheek. Her eyes were still closed.
"Please don't hit me again. It's not time. Please."
I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. This made her open her eyes
and realize that Christi wasn't the one touching her. Her eyes opened
wide. Afraid to say anything further. I let my lips drop down her bound
body and gently kissed the tips of both bare breasts. She cried out
softly at the touches to her aching mounds.
I sat down in front of her. Waiting.
"P-Please. Can a slave speak?" she whispered.
I nodded.
"Please. I. Th-this slave is so sorry. She promises that it will never
happen again. Oh God. Please don't hit me anymore. It hurts so much."
"You are ready to behave then?"
She nodded.
"Sure you don't need to be gagged again?"
"Oh please. God. No. I'll do whatever you want. Gladly. Oh God. Please
let me go. Please don't let her hit me anymore. My tits are on fire.
I'll do anything. I'll never talk back again. You can rape me. I'll
crawl. I'll do anything you want." Pulling against the ropes. Breathing
ragged.
"What if I want to keep having Christi hit you for a while more?" I
heard Christi moan from the doorway.
"Oh God. Okay."
That was enough for me. I began to undo the ropes holding her ankles
together. I removed the knee ropes and the ropes holding her torso so
firmly to the chair. Finally removing the toe cords and the ropes
holding her wrists to the bottom of the chair. She sat quietly as she
was released. Waiting for permission to get out of the chair. I removed
the cuffs from her wrists last. Unconsciously, she pulled her hands in
front of her and rubbed the circulation back into her hands. She
carefully traced a particularly angry looking welt on her right bare
thigh. Gasping at the pain.
"Amy?"
She looked up at me. Her vision a bit glazed, tears still falling down
her face. To her credit she still hadn't tried to cradle her damaged
breasts.
"On your feet."
She stepped out of the chair, which had been her prison and torture
chamber for the last few hours. Without even being told, she hooked her
fingers into her panties and slipped them down her legs. Grasping the
sweater, she pulled it over her head, crying out in pain as it dragged
across her breasts. She reached behind herself and released the bra
clip, allowing the ruined garment to fall to the floor. I could see the
effort in her face as she forced herself to stand still, dropping her
hands to her sides. Determined to please me.
Again without being told, she slipped to her knees. Looking up at me.
"Please. Master. Can slave Amy please hold herself? Please? My tits.
They hurt."
I was beginning to see that she had purposely restrained herself from
cradling her own breasts, despite the pain. Hoping to please me by
asking my permission. To show her subservience. To show that she'd
learned her lesson. Trying her best to use the slave talk that Jane had
taught her so long ago. And doing a passable job too.
I nodded. A bit surprised that she had thought of this on her own. But I
guess one thinks of ways to be pleasing after enduring the pain that she
had. As soon as I nodded, Amy raised her arms. Closing her eyes, trying
to block out the pain as her hands explored her breasts. Cradling them.
Trying to ease the pain inflicted by the crop. Crying out as even her
own light touches burned her abused nipples.
I saw her look up at me. She was crying again. She managed to whisper,
"Th-thank you for releasing me." She knew that the punishment could have
gone on indefinitely. Her screaming and in pain until she passed out.
I motioned Christi over. She walked over and crouched beside me. I
whispered to her. "Get some cereal. Okay?" She nodded and walked from
the room towards the kitchen. I sat on the bed, watching the crying and
shaking girl on the floor in front of me.
Christi returned moments later with some cereal awash in milk between
her bound hands. She looked at me questioningly. I motioned to her and
she bent and placed the bowl on the floor in front of Amy.
Without any hesitation at all, the tormented girl fell to her hands and
knees. Gasping as her sore breasts swung beneath her. She tentatively
let her tongue snake out of her mouth and lapped at the food. She had to
be famished. This had all started because she wouldn't eat her
breakfast. She began eating her food with a little more enthusiasm.
Almost like a dog or cat. Spilling a fair bit, but managing to get some
into herself. After she had licked the bowl clean, Christi bent to the
still crying girl. Whispered something in her ear. She nodded and bent
herself to eat the spilled cereal and milk from the floor. Cleaning up
thoroughly with her tongue.
Quite a change from this morning/afternoon. But I guess having one's
breasts tortured for the entire day would be fairly convincing. I had
Christi get some ointment from the bathroom. Cuffing Amy's hands behind
her and holding her to prevent the inevitable struggling, I had Christi
apply some of the soothing gel to Amy's breasts. After the initial pain
of anything touching the sensitive mounds, she began to moan as the gel
settled in and soothed the burning skin. Christi had been careful with
the crop. Still no broken skin. But those welts were going to be tender
for days. But for the most part, Amy would be fine after a rest and a
few hours of relief from the constant pain.
After the gel had been mostly absorbed by her red skin, I guided the two
girls to their bare feet and out into the living area. Amy was still
quietly crying. But the intensity of the crying had diminished
considerably.
Christi's eyes widened as she saw the lingerie gracing Jane's body. I
suppose in her distress earlier, she probably hadn't noticed. Jane was
quietly sleeping. Her breasts rising and falling with a regular rhythm.
Elizabeth raised her chained hands to her lips and motioned for us to be
quiet.
I whispered to Christi and Amy. "Quietly, go kneel by Elizabeth." The
two girls hurried to obey. I wandered over to the sofa. Looking at the
sleeping girl's peaceful face. I gathered her up in my arms and lifted
her gently. She didn't stir. I carefully carried the sleeping lady back
to the bedroom.
Stretching her out on the bed, I carefully released her bound wrists. I
began to undress her. Removing the constricting bra. Slipping the
panties off her body. She stirred and mumbled something as I slipped the
stockings down her legs leaving her nude once again. She awakened with a
start as I slipped the handcuffs back onto her right wrist. Locking it
to the bedpost. Probably the cold steel against her pale skin awakening
her. She cried out softly.
"Shhhhh. It's okay. Go back to sleep."
"My clothes ..." she glanced down at her again bare body.
"I'll let you put them back on later. Sleep time."
Her fuzzy mind wasn't completely operational. "I don't mind. You are
going to let me sleep in the bed? With only this?" She rattled the
handcuff.
I had never allowed her to sleep in the bed. And normally I bound her up
tight to sleep. This time, she'd really been through a lot. I nodded.
She wasn't going anywhere tonight. The handcuff would hold her.
"A slave girl thanks you." I looked at her a bit quizzically. "For the
bed and for letting her parents go and for being lenient on her."
"Lenient?" I thought I had been pretty hard on her today. Especially
with her parents, but also forcing her to confront her masochism again.
I knew that these things bothered her.
"This slave knows that you could have made her do worse things than you
did. She is grateful that you didn't. She knows that you should have
punished her for lots of things today, but that you didn't. I. She knows
that she shouldn't have taken off the nipple clamps without permission.
She knows that she shouldn't have run and she knows that she never
should have thrown things at you. Thank you. You can still punish her,
you know." A mischievous grin graced her mouth. She'd be all right,
after all. To give her credit, I had never even mentioned her taking off
the nipple clamps without permission. At the time, I had other things to
worry about. Like a very very upset female.
I kissed the top of her head. "Good night, sweetheart. Sleep well.
Pleasant dreams." I switched off the light.
She sighed and curled herself up on her side. Her cuffed wrist extended,
her head lying peacefully on her outstretched arm. On her side. Legs
askew. In seconds she was breathing regularly again. Her eyes moving
gently back and forth beneath the closed lids. Fallen back into a deep
sleep. God knows what she was dreaming.
I watched her. Realizing that this was probably the way she normally
slept, minus the handcuffs, of course and perhaps minus the nudity. But
I would never have gotten the chance to see it if I'd bound her up tight
again.
I left the room quietly. Leaving her to her dreams.
Chapter 62
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I was tired. The other girls were tired. Elizabeth had been somewhat
overwhelmed by the mall experience. Christi had had a long day. And Amy
just needed some rest after her long ordeal. Amy and Elizabeth hadn't
gotten enough sleep the previous night anyway.
I had to decide what to do with the women before falling asleep.
Thankfully I wasn't nearly as tired as I had been over the last couple
of days. Maybe my body and mind were getting used to the stresses of
time control.
I motioned Christi to her feet. She rose and walked over to where I was
standing. She held up her wrists when asked and I removed the cuffs from
her. She pleaded with her eyes as I reached forward and slipped the robe
from her shoulders. Not having done anything to deserve what she felt
was punishment. But she knew better than to complain. I touched her arm
in reassurance, and she blushed. Blushed because she was completely
uncovered again, I guess. But I wasn't angry. There was no punishment
here. I just wanted the girls bare for the sleep period. The other two
were already that way.
I picked up Christi's wrist and put the handcuffs on her again. She
whined a bit, but accepted the restraints. I motioned for the other two
to rise, which they did. I moved Elizabeth's hands behind her back.
Again, a hurt look. She didn't think that she deserved to be handcuffed
behind her back. I touched her arm to reassure her, but she was a little
cranky or preoccupied. Just turning her head away. Understandable.
I spoke to the girls.
"Elizabeth, if you behave, I'm going to let you sleep on the couch.
Okay? And Amy? I'm afraid you've earned a place on the floor. Christi.
Bedroom floor for you tonight. Jane deserves the bed. For tonight."
Elizabeth spoke first. "Please. I'll sleep on the floor if you'll let
Amy sleep on the couch. Look at her." Glancing at the bare girl's red
and angry breasts. "Please. She's uncomfortable enough without having to
sleep on the floor."
Amy was about to say something but I cut her off. "Elizabeth. You are a
noble soul. I'll give you that. But Amy's behaviour today doesn't
warrant comfort for sleep. Don't you think?"
Amy just numbly nodded and Elizabeth just swallowed. The girls were
protective of one another. I doubt if Amy would have accepted the sofa
anyway.
I motioned Amy to the floor and she sank to her knees on the carpet. She
used her bound hands to help lower herself to her side. I crouched
beside her.
"Amy?" She looked up at me. The tears from her punishment still hadn't
quite stopped. "Do you think that you deserve to be hog-tied for your
sleep."
She stared at me, tears brimming in her eyes. "Please. Master. A slave
begs that she isn't forced to sleep in a hog-tie again. Please. My tits
hurt so much." Envisioning her breasts pressed against the floor. Her
muscles cramping from a night in a hog-tie.
"But do you deserve it?"
"I. This slave. Please. I suppose."
"So you'd be happy if I just tied your ankles and knees? And not connect
them to your hands? Let you sleep on your side?"
"A slave would be grateful. Please. You don't need to tie her up at
all."
"I know. But you have to realize that your behaviour this morning was
not acceptable."
"This slave knows." She brought her legs close together. Offering her
ankles to me to tie together. I wrapped her slender ankles in rope.
Trying to make sure that her circulation wasn't being impeded. Did the
same above her knees. She shouldn't be that uncomfortable for the night.
Better than a strict hog-tie anyway. I decided to give her a break and
retrieved a throw pillow. Tucking it up under her head. Allowing her
some comfort despite the other bondage. She smiled a bit. Whispering
"Thank-you", as I rose to take care of Elizabeth.
Elizabeth had already moved to the sofa. Stretching herself out. Lying
back on her bound hands. I rummaged for a pair of ankle restraints.
Wrapped the steel around her left ankle and attached it to the leg of
the sofa. No complaints from bound nude girl.
I rose and motioned for Christi to join me. Together we walked to the
hallway to the bedroom. As we entered the hallway, I switched off the
light for Elizabeth and Amy. I heard Elizabeth cry out softly. As I was
turning to move back to the bedroom, I heard a tentative voice from the
sofa.
"M-Master?"
"Wait here," I whispered to Christi. Pressing her shoulders, having her
sink to her knees.
I stumbled through the dark room and crouched by the sofa.
"What is it Elizabeth?"
"Oh God. I can't."
"You dragged me away from my bed, which incidentally I'm looking forward
to. You better be able to. Whatever it is."
"Oh God. Here goes," she whispered. "I can't believe I'm doing this.
Please. You remember in the mall? When I offered you something?"
I wasn't sure if she was referring to taking Jane's place, or what? It
didn't make sense. "I remember some things. Elizabeth, I'm tired. What
is it?"
"Oh God. I offered myself. To you. For better treatment?"
"Yes ..."
"What if I told you that it wasn't entirely for you?"
"Huh?" Dense male that I am.
"Oh God. You are going to make me ask. Aren't you?" I was just getting
more confused by the second. Maybe my mind was foggy. I was tired. Or
maybe I'm just a dumb male. "What if I told you that I'm available
without the need for better treatment?"
"I know that." Still not quite understanding where she was going with
this. I could take advantage of them without rhyme, reason, or deals.
That was the beauty of having sex slaves. They had very little to offer
me that I couldn't just take.
"Oh God. I can't. Please. I ... need ... you. Please."
The light dawned on me. She was trying, in her own subtle way, to ask me
for relief. Sex. She was turned on and I was a complete idiot. I touched
her shoulder, feeling the heat of her body. She squirmed against her
restraints. Her body shaking. Perhaps crying a bit in the dark.
I rose quietly and walked back to Christi. She was still obediently
kneeling in the hallway waiting for me. I crouched down and took her
face in my hands. I whispered to her.
"Christi. I've got ... ahhh ... something to discuss with Elizabeth for
a moment. Okay? Can you take care of yourself? Find a comfortable place
in the bedroom?"
Christi just looked at me. A hint of jealousy resurfacing in her eyes.
"Can I take a shower before I go to sleep? I've been dying for one since
you left. But I wasn't sure if I'd be punished if I just took one
without permission." I hadn't let any of the girls shower before bed
tonight. Intending to have them shower first thing in the morning.
"Christi, you can take one in the morning with the others. Okay?"
Tears formed in her eyes, but she just nodded.
"Can I clean up then? Wash my face? Brush my teeth? Please?"
I nodded to her and she nearly jumped to her bare feet. Padding down to
the bathroom without another word. I just shook my head and rose from
the crouch. I walked quietly back to Elizabeth. Dropping down beside
her. Oblivious that Amy could probably hear us.
"What's up, Elizabeth?"
"Oh God. Please. Don't."
"Come on. Doesn't make sense."
"Do you think that guys are the only ones to have urges?"
"I guess not. But I didn't think that you females were as anxious for
sex."
"I wouldn't be if you'd leave me unchained for a while. I can take care
of myself, you know."
"Now that I'd like to see."
"Oh God."
"Relax. I'm just talking to you. I'm not going to make you do anything
you don't want to do. Not now. Not tonight. I'm far too tired."
"It's. It's just that. Oh God. Think about it. I've been naked and tied
up for days. You've made me watch the most erotic damn shows that I've
ever seen. And that is surprising. I've seen tons of porns. And you
haven't given me any opportunity for release. I'm not sure that I like
it. But I can't help it. I'm horny. There. I've said it. If you don't
want to, just untie my hands for a half hour. Please. I'll let you tie
me up again afterwards. I swear it. Where am I going to go?" She rattled
the chain holding her ankle. "I just want relief. Honest. Please? I'll
do whatever you want."
"How do you want it?"
"Huh?" Her turn to be confused.
"What do you want? You want intercourse? Or do you just want to orgasm?
Manually? What were you thinking about?"
"I have a choice?"
"Yup. Too tired to think. Too tired to impose my wants on you. Don't get
used to it."
"Oh God. You remember. You made me. Oh God. You made me s-suck that
guy?"
"Uh-huh."
"I don't believe I'm doing this. I can't get the picture out of my mind.
Me on my knees. Doing that to you. God. I never realized that it could
feel so good for the girl too."
Well. Now I was very interested. "Interesting."
"Oh God. Then after you come in my mouth, I swallow it and you do it
back to me. You don't even have to untie me." She'd obviously thought
about this. She was horny. And I hadn't even known. Like I said; dense.
I lifted her feet and guided her to her knees. She adjusted herself as
best she could with her hands still bound behind her. I stood and pulled
off my clothes in the dark. I lowered myself onto the sofa in front of
her kneeling body. Her silhouette just becoming visible.
She moaned a bit as she engulfed me with her soft warm mouth. I guided
her, hands resting lightly on her bobbing head. Her tongue doing
wonderful things. Her moans emerging around the penis in her mouth.
Feeling wonderful. After the day, and the erotic shows I'd orchestrated,
this felt unbelievably good. I had to slow her down. Adjusting her
rhythm. Slowing down my unavoidable climax. Scenes flashing through my
mind. Amy punished. Kimberly tormented. Jane climaxing so unwillingly.
Jane humiliated with her family. The nude and handcuffed girl, so eager
to have me in her mouth. Working. Lightly sucking. Her teeth lightly
grazing my sensitive flesh. Head bobbing. I could feel the tension
rising in my body. Gripping her hair. Making her cry out around me.
Forcing her head down. Gasping for breath as I exploded into her.
Muscles tensing. Relaxing. Pumping into her. Feeling her frantically
swallowing. The orgasm seemed to last forever, but was probably only
fifteen seconds. I released her hair. Letting her off me. Felt her
breath on me. Felt her tongue. Still licking at me. Cleaning me.
I touched her face. Tracing her lips. Still finding wetness there.
Probably what she wasn't able to swallow fast enough. Feeling her tongue
trace over my fingers. I touched her arm, her rising to her feet.
Sitting back on the sofa.
I guided her legs apart. Willingly, she spread her legs. I crawled up
between them. Feeling her tense. Probably thought I was heading for
intercourse. But I stopped well short of that. Merely lying between her
legs. Feeling her heat. Lightly stroking her breasts. Her hard, erect
nipples. Lightly pinching. Her gasping. Breathing erratically.
I leaned back. Teasing her. Running my fingers along her lips. Tracing
her vulva. She squirmed at the touch. Wanting more. Begging quietly for
more. Trying to press herself into my fingers. Crying softly. Pulling at
the chains that held her. Frustrated. Wanting to touch herself. But
couldn't.
Finally I slipped a finger between her lips. Her body almost went rigid.
Tensing. Finally letting her breath out. Softly calling out. "Master. Oh
God. Master."
I slipped a finger inside her. Two. She pressed down. Trying to get them
deeper into herself. Crying out. Wanting more. I traced her breast
again. She was lost in the sensations. Not caring if Amy, or Christi
heard anymore. Not caring about anything except the maddening tease
going on between her legs. Finally, leaving my fingers inserted into
her, I lowered myself to her. Searching out her erect clitoris with my
tongue. Gently licking and sucking at her. Tasting her. Working my
fingers slowly back and forth. She pressing herself down onto my face.
Crying out. It didn't take long; she was more than ready. I felt her
gather in her breath. One last press. One last flick of my tongue across
her. She exploded. Screaming. Her body spasming. I felt her internal
muscles pressing on my fingers. Milking them. Her orgasm nearly threw me
off her.
After she seemed done, I slipped my fingers from her. She gasped at the
sensations. Her body still twitching a bit.
I moved away from her. Raising her leg back up onto the sofa. Turning
her gently on her side. I kissed her on the mouth. Feeling her tongue
gently touch my lips. Tasting herself.
She whispered to me, "Thank you. I know you could have used this against
me. Tormented me with my own body. But you didn't. Thank you. Maybe you
aren't so much of a bastard after all." She pulled again at the
handcuffs holding her wrists.
I smiled. Hard to punish a woman to whom you've just made love. Even if
she had just practically called me a bastard.
"Sleep well."
"I will now."
I crouched down to Amy.
"You okay?"
She mumbled. Half asleep. "How the hell is a girl supposed to sleep with
all that racket going on?"
"I see you're fine. Sleep well."
"Right." But I suspect that she was almost back to sleep as she made the
sarcastic comment.
I gathered up my clothes. Listening to the girls. Both of them breathing
regularly. Hard to tell in the dark, but I could swear that they were
both fast asleep already.
Chapter 63
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I padded back to the bedroom. Carrying my clothes. I slipped into the
darkened room. There was a sliver of light emerging through the heavy
curtains, but it only served to eerily light the room. Jane was sleeping
peacefully on her side. Christi was curled up at the foot of the bed.
Her bound wrists under her head. Feet tucked up. She had settled on the
only carpeted portion of the floor.
I crept across the floor. Trying to keep quiet. Not to wake the girls.
As I passed by Christi, I heard her stir.
"M-Master?" she whispered.
"Shhhhh. Go to sleep."
"Please."
I knelt down on the carpet in beside her.
"I'm really tired, Christi, what is it?"
"You made love to her. Didn't you?" A touch of jealousy in her voice.
"What's going on? Why do you care?"
"Oh God." I could sense the tears falling from her eyes. Silently.
"Christi?" I touched her shoulder. It was shaking.
"You. I. Don't know."
I opted to tell her the truth. "Elizabeth just wanted some relief. She
was horny. That's all."
"So you had sex with her."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Isn't that self-explanatory?"
"Oh God. Do you like her?"
"Uhhhh. What's going on, Christi? I like all of you. Or I wouldn't have
taken you. What's the point in having a girl naked around all the time
if you don't find her attractive?"
"I just thought. I don't know. I'm being stupid. As usual. I just
thought that we. That I could take care of your needs." She was crying
now.
After everything I'd done to her. After all the abuse. All the
degradation. All the humiliation. Everything. She still was attracted to
me. Now, I really didn't know what the hell to do. I never expected
this. Horny women, yes. Even horny women that might need me for sexual
release. I could understand this. But Christi was falling beyond that.
Jane had warned me.
Damned if I was going to return her though. I'd invested too much time
in her to just let her go because her emotions were running wild.
"Christi. You don't want to do this to yourself. You are just feeling
weird. I've put you in a very odd situation. You are completely
controlled. Your life has changed. Completely. And you simply don't have
anyone else. Think about it. You are a slave. I keep you naked. You have
nothing to hide."
"But. I feel so. So bizarre."
"Of course you do. But believe me. I'm going to let you go eventually.
You are going to forget this reality ever existed."
"Why don't I hate you?"
"I have no idea. You should."
"I don't." Probably as close as she was going to come to admitting that
she was falling for me.
"Christi. You have to understand. This reality is for me. I love when
you wake me up with kisses and sex. I love it when you press against me.
But you have to understand that you aren't the only one here. I can't
fall in love with you."
"I know." She was really starting to cry now. I reached forward to pull
her into my arms. She pliantly let me.
I let her cry for a while. Just soft weeping. She finally cried herself
out.
"Can a slave wake you tomorrow?"
I touched her face. "Christi, I would like nothing better."
She sniffled and squirmed. Wanting out of my arms. I let her. She curled
herself back up on the throw rug. Shivering a bit.
I hadn't really considered the girls comfort before tonight. Didn't seem
important. But if I was going to keep them for any length of time, I had
to temper the amount of idle abuse that I put their bodies through.
I padded out to the linen closet and retrieved four blankets and a
pillow. I walked back out the living room. Elizabeth and Amy were gently
snoring. I carefully covered their bare bodies. Noticing that Amy was
really cold. She was shivering in her sleep. Neither stirred.
Going back to the bedroom, I slipped the pillow under Christi's head.
She wasn't completely asleep yet, and she mumbled something sleepily.
Probably a thank-you. I covered her naked body with the blanket and she
unconsciously pulled the blanket under her chin with her bound hands.
Drifting back to sleep.
I climbed up onto the bed. Jane stirred in her sleep. Softly crying out.
Dreaming. She tried to turn over. Her bound wrist pulling her up
sharply. Again she cried out. Partially awakening. I leaned over her
body and released the cuff from the scratched bedpost. I touched her
shoulder and she obediently turned herself towards me in her sleep. I
carefully pulled her limp wrists together in front of her and connected
them using the cuffs. She murmured something in her sleep.
I worked myself under her. Allowing her to use my shoulder as a pillow.
She murmured something else and snuggled herself against me. Her body
was cool. Probably attracted to my body heat. I covered both of us with
the last blanket and drifted off to sleep feeling her soft warm breath
against my bare chest.
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I was awakened by a pair of soft lips against my own. As I opened my
eyes, still a little bleary with sleep, I felt rather than saw her
tongue trace along my lips. I sighed.
Within seconds of awakening, I felt another tingling sensation and
suddenly my penis was engulfed in a warm, soft cavern. Finally, coming
awake I could see the brunette beauty softly, erotically tracing my
lips. Kissing me.
I could only assume that the blonde girl was working between my legs.
Between them, I was pretty aroused. I reached up and traced Jane's
breast causing an unconscious gasp. The movements between my legs were
teasing. I could feel her tickling the testicles with her fingers as she
sucked. I was just feeling the climax approaching when Christi moved.
She simply stopped. I moaned in frustration. Jane still kissing me.
I felt a body moving around. Finally felt a different touch; tight, warm
and wet slip over me. Slowly moving. Rhythmically. I could hear
Christi's soft voice crying out. I could just see the back of her blonde
mane falling down her back as she rode me. Slowly quickening the pace.
Until there was simply no holding back any longer. Jane's mouth.
Christi's sex. I exploded into Christi. Crying out. Thrusting into her.
Jane's tongue touching mine.
I collapsed back into the bed. Gasping for breath. Jane gave me one last
kiss and settled back. Kneeling on the bed. Christi slipped off me to
kneel beside Jane. I finally opened my eyes. Christi was flushed. Jane
was just breathing a little hard.
"What was that for?" I asked the two nude, handcuffed girls kneeling on
the bed.
Christi just blushed. Jane answered. "Christi wanted to. And I figured
you deserved a few kisses for letting me go from the bed." She rattled
her joined wrists.
"How long you been up?"
"A couple of hours."
"Breakfast?"
"Not yet. Didn't want to get in trouble."
Christi looked at me. Still flushed. Still breathing hard. "Please," she
breathed.
"What's the matter, Christi?"
"Oh God. I. I still need. Please."
It dawned on me that she hadn't climaxed yet. But I was finished for a
while. No way, even with the most intense images of nude women
handcuffed in my bed, was I going to be ready for a while yet.
I teased her. "Do you think you deserve an orgasm?"
"Oh God. Yes. Please."
"How?"
"Pardon?"
"How would you like an orgasm? Manually? Orally? Intercourse? Yourself?"
"Oh God. Orally." She closed her eyes.
"Christi. Good thing you didn't want intercourse." I didn't really feel
like giving her oral sex. Not after I'd just had intercourse with her.
"Will Jane do?"
"Oh God. Please. I'd rather you did it."
"Not gonna happen this morning. I'll do it for you later if you like."
"Oh God. Can I change my mind?" Realizing her error. "Oh God. Jane.
Please. No offense intended." She kissed Jane's cheek.
"No problem. None taken," Jane looked relieved a bit.
"You can change your mind," I allowed her. I had just had sex with two
gorgeous women. Christi's idea. I was in a decent mood.
"Oh God. Will you let me do myself?"
"If we can watch."
"Do I have a choice in that?"
"Hell, no." I almost laughed.
She closed her eyes. Letting her hands run over her body. Lightly
stroking her breasts. Her nipples. Her left hand stealing between her
legs. Stroking her lips. Slipping inside. Still kneeling. She brought
her fingers up from her pussy. Running them under her nose. Smelling her
own musk. Lightly sucking them. Running her fingers down her body again.
Entering herself. Slowly. Sensually exciting herself further. Eyes
closed. Completely oblivious to Jane and I. Jane watching the show with
wide open eyes.
I could hear the chain between her wrists rattling against her skin as
she explored her own body. Slipping her hands further south. Touching
her anus. Crying out softly. Slipping her fingers back between her legs.
Legs apart. Rubbing around her clitoris. Finding her own unique rhythm.
Moaning as she pushed herself further and further. Finally falling over
the edge. Two fingers pressed into her vagina. Making small circles
against her sex. Crying out. Trying to keep upright. Falling towards the
foot of the bed. Still moaning. Breathing raggedly. Fingers still slowly
rubbing herself.
She lay on her side. Recovering. Finally opened her eyes and smiled at
us. Whispering to me, "Thank you for letting me climax."
I looked at Jane. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. Really. If you want me to masturbate, I will. But I don't
really need it."
I nodded to her. "If you don't want it, don't worry about it. Up to
you."
Christi struggled back to her knees.
"M-master?"
"Yes?"
"Can a slave take a shower now? She really needs one."
"Sure. I'll join you in a moment." I reached forward and released her
wrists. "Make sure you clean your feet." She turned her back and looked
down at her bare feet. They were dusty from the floors and such.
Christi turned her blonde head back to me, grinning. "I'll make sure.
Can I use hot water?"
Since I was going to join her it only seemed prudent. "Go on. Use all
the hot water you want. I'll be joining you shortly."
Christi scrambled off the bed. And scampered into the bathroom. In
seconds I could hear the water running and the happy girl began to sing
in the shower. Didn't recognize the tune.
I turned my attention back to Jane. Still kneeling quietly on the bed.
"Why'd you let me go from the bed post?"
"You were pulling against it. Wanted to turn over."
"Since when do you care if I'm comfortable or not?"
"You had a really rough day yesterday. And I wanted some company."
"Oh. I slept on you all night, you know. I was surprised when I woke up
nestled into you."
"You minded?"
"I don't have the choice to mind."
"If I'd given you the choice."
"I didn't mind. I kissed you this morning didn't I?"
"I still haven't quite figured you out."
"And you never will. I intend to make sure of that," she grinned
mischievously.
"You want a shower?" I asked her.
She nodded.
"Join us." I released her hands. Tossing the handcuffs onto the bed to
join Christi's. I touched her arm. Together we walked into the already
steamy bathroom. Stepped into the shower. Drawing the second girl in
with me.
Christi was just finishing her hair. Rinsing out the shampoo. She
finished quickly and gave up the spray, allowing Jane to soak herself.
Christi immediately began to soap my body. Working the soap into
everywhere. Her soft hands causing the typical male reaction. She teased
me a bit, but I had no intention of allowing it to go any further. I had
things to do today. And I wanted my sex drive at it's peak.
Finishing me, I rinsed. Ordered Christi to wash Jane and stepped out of
the spray. I toweled off and dressed before the dripping women emerged
from the shower stall. I sat on the counter just enjoying the sight of
the girls drying themselves and styling their hair. Making themselves
up. Their glistening bodies nearly driving me nuts. And they knew it. No
longer shy, they were purposely running their hands up and down their
own bodies. Occasionally touching each other. Pouting. Helping each
other with make up.
I should just watch them more often. Female things can be fascinating.
Especially when said females are completely nude. They finished off and
stepped in front of me. I looked them up and down. Whistling my
approval.
They both grinned. Christi gave a wistful look at the bath robes.
Remembering the feel of being covered yesterday. I debated allowing them
the robes for the morning. They had been overly willing to please this
morning. That should be worth something.
I reached forward to the robe on the rack. Removed the belt.
"One robe. Who wants it?"
Together. "Me!"
I just cocked my head to the side and looked at them.
Christi broke the silence. It must have been really hard for her. "Jane.
Let Jane wear it today. I had my chance yesterday. I don't mind."
Jane, suddenly looking guilty. "It's alright. I don't mind either. Let
Christi wear it. I'll be fine."
I tossed the robe to Jane. Christi's face fell, but she managed to force
a smile. Jane, all smiles shrugged into the bathrobe. Being smaller than
Christi, it fit a bit better than the robe I'd put on Christi yesterday.
I gently lifted Jane's arms and slipped the handcuffs back on her. No
complaints. Christi, resigned to the restraints, lifted her wrists as
well.
I just looked at her. "Don't you want to put on your robe first?"
Her face registered disbelief and almost pure joy. She nodded. Tears
almost forming. I nodded to her and she raced back to the bedroom where
she'd left the robe. She returned with it. Still not putting it on.
Standing in front of me. She finally shrugged her shoulders into the
terrycloth and wrapped it around her body. Lifting her wrists much more
happily. Allowing me to cuff them.
The robes really didn't afford them much protection without the belts. I
still got plenty of flashes of their shining skin as they moved. And it
made them happy. I figured they deserved some happiness, considering my
plans for them. They weren't going to be overly happy about them later.
"Christi? Care to make some breakfast?"
"Gladly. I'm famished."
"What would you like for breakfast?"
She hung her head. "Cereal?" It's practically what they had subsisted on
for days. She was obviously just saying what she thought I wanted to
hear.
"Really?"
"Can I really choose?" Not believing me. I knew that they had to eat
something a little more filling. They were going to need their energy
today.
"What would you really like?"
"You'll let us eat?"
"If you don't tell me, you'll never know, will you?"
"I. Please. I just don't want you to take it away."
"Christi. If I'm going to take it away from you, then there is precious
little you can do about it."
"Pancakes."
"Pancakes?"
"Oh God. I would do almost anything for a big plate of pancakes."
"Christi. If I told you to, you *would* do *anything* for those
pancakes."
"Oh God. What do I have to do?"
"Cook them?"
Relief. Pure relief on her face.
"Can your slave please make breakfast now? Before you change your mind?"
"Go." I smiled at her.
She practically ran to the kitchen. I heard her toss a casual, "Good
morning," to the women still bound in the living area.
Jane and I walked out to living area. Amy was squirming on the ground
under her blanket. Trying to find a comfortable position. She looked up
hopefully from her position on the floor as Jane and I entered. I
crouched down beside her.
"Good morning. How's the breasts?"
"They still hurt." Tears almost forming in her eyes.
I lifted off the blanket. Checked her breasts. Still an angry red. Some
of the worse welts were still visible as a pale red criss-crossing her
nipples. I traced the worst of the lot. One I think I placed on her
body. She cringed and tried to stay still. Tears forming out of her
eyes.
"Amy?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to behave this morning?"
"God. Yes. Please. I don't want any more punishment. Ever."
"What are you?"
"Anything you want." She lowered her eyes as she said the words. No
hesitation. "Your slave. Your pet. Your slut. Your bitch. Anything you
want me to be. I'll behave. I swear it."
I kissed her cheek. "Good girl. I'm impressed. Guess I won't have to
punish you further." I began to loosen the knots holding her legs
together. Her legs finally free, she stretched them. I released her
hands and she automatically rose to a kneeling position.
"Do you want a shower?"
"Oh God. I'd do anything for one. I don't even care if it's cold or
not."
"Go on, you scamp. Enjoy a nice hot shower. Get everything clean.
Elizabeth will join you in a moment. Make sure she is clean as well."
Amy rose to her bare feet and practically ran to the bathroom. Moments
later I heard the shower running again and her happily splashing. I
motioned Jane to sit in the easy chair, which she did as I approached
the last bound woman. I whipped the blanket from her body. She blushed
as her bare body was exposed. Perhaps remembering what she had done last
night. I actually thought I could still see some of my semen dried on
her chin. I bent down and gently kissed her nipples. They hardened
obediently. Probably just a reflex response. But it sure wasn't a reflex
response last night.
I casually unlocked her ankle from the restraint. Lightly slapping her
thigh. She gasped. I looked into her eyes.
"Good morning."
She responded with a cautious, "Good morning."
"Sleep well?" She sat up and I turned her so that I could get at her
wrists. Releasing them from the steel as we talked.
"I did. You?" Almost like a hesitant lover. Not quite sure of what had
happened the night before. Regret?
"I slept fine. Care to shower?"
"I think I need it." She wrinkled her pretty upturned nose.
I gave her a playful slap on the rump. "Go on. But make sure that Amy
washes you. Understand?"
"I understand." She bent to my ear and whispered low so Jane couldn't
hear. "Thank-you for last night. That's the best I've felt in a long,
long time."
I wasn't sure if she meant before or after she was taken. But it didn't
really matter. I turned my head and gently kissed her on the cheek.
She rose and padded off to her shower. I sat back in the sofa and just
let my eyes travel over Jane's body. Her robe had fallen completely open
and Jane hadn't bothered to adjust it. She flushed at my scrutiny but
didn't move.
Finally she remarked, "You want to take this away from me, don't you?"
"I will eventually. You look nice right now. I won't take it away."
"Thank-you," she murmured. "How come you are being nice to us this
morning?"
"Nice is relative. You are still mostly naked. And you are handcuffed.
If I'd told you four days ago that this was going to be your life you
wouldn't have thought I was being nice at all."
"True. Relative or not, you are being nice. You're planning something,
aren't you?"
"Of course. I'm always planning something." Though I knew what she
meant.
"I mean. You are being nice to offset what you are going to make us do.
We aren't going to like it much are we?"
"Have you liked anything that I've put you through."
"Some things." She flushed completely. I knew she meant that some of the
punishments had turned her on. She knew I knew.
"I mean in general."
"Not really."
"You think any of the others like me forcing them to do things?"
"I don't think Christi minds."
"She minds. Her judgment is clouded a bit."
"Tell me about it. Care to tell your slave what you are planning for
us?"
"That would ruin the surprise. Wouldn't it?"
"I guess."
Amy and Elizabeth walked out of the hallway. Elizabeth hadn't dried her
hair. It was still dripping onto her bare shoulders. Amy was dazzling.
The shower having reduced the small aches and pains that had plagued her
from the night spent tied on the floor. Her breasts were still a little
red and I'm sure were tender to the touch, but she didn't seem
particularly phased as she practically bounced into the room. Probably
just happy she wasn't in for punishment this morning.
Elizabeth walked over to me. Without being told. And offered her wrists.
I slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her. They were just getting used to
being in cuffs. Amy was right behind. I cuffed her as well.
Glancing around, the two girls simply sank to the floor.
Unselfconsciously sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room. Idly
playing with the cuffs on their wrists. Not saying a word.
Elizabeth was about to open her mouth to say something when I saw a
blonde head stick out from around the kitchen door and announce, in a
most unladylike manner,
"Grits on!"
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The girls scrambled to their feet and piled into the kitchen. Their
noses telling them that breakfast was going to be better than cold
cereal this morning.
I walked in a little more dignified to find the women pressed up around
the table. Leaving plenty of room for me. My plate had cutlery beside
it. The girls had plates. A big jug of syrup sat in the middle with a
healthy plate of pancakes.
I sat down. The girls looked at the food anxiously.
"Smells good."
"Thanks." Christi replied. A smile playing on her lips. Knowing that she
was going to get to eat some of them today.
I picked up a couple of the pancakes with my fork and prepared them. The
girls watched me. Waiting for permission to eat, I suppose.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked them mischievously.
Jane got her fingers into the pile first. Pulling four pancakes from the
pile. The others playfully fought over the remaining pancakes. Jane
waited quietly for me to finish with the syrup, then asked,
"Can us slaves be permitted syrup as well?"
"Of course." Though from their perspective, it was better to ask these
things.
She reached forward and daintily poured some over her breakfast. I
watched, fascinated, as she used her fingers to separate and eat small
portions of the food. Very carefully. Trying not to spill sticky syrup
on her bare body.
The other girls had the same problem. I almost completely forgot about
my breakfast as I watched the women eating with their fingers. It was
damn hard to ignore them, as they carefully licked their fingers clean
from the sticky mess. Amy was completely oblivious to herself. No sign
of trouble like we'd encountered yesterday at breakfast. The girls
seemed happy, despite their challenges. They were excitedly talking
amongst themselves. Laughing even. The perfect image of happy girls.
Finally, I tore my gaze from the women and I ate the pancakes in front
of me. Very. Very. Good. It tasted like Christi had made the batch from
scratch. Real pancakes. Delicious. Pancakes tended to fill me up, so I
only ended up taking one second helping. They had disappeared before the
women had finished their first. Eating with your fingers slowed you down
a bit.
I sat back and watched the girls interact. Polishing off all the
pancakes. They must have be ravenous. I really hadn't fed them enough
over the days. But strangely enough, they hadn't complained about that.
Probably had too many more pressing things to complain about. Like sore
breasts. I marveled. These women. Complete strangers until four days
ago. Laughing and talking like friends. Acting as though everything was
normal. Everything normal about four complete strangers sitting around a
breakfast table, completely nude, and eating with their fingers. I
watched as Amy even fed a piece to Jane. Jane licking Amy's fingers.
Bemused, I sincerely hoped that this didn't deteriorate into a food
fight. And god help them if I got hit. So, they'd need another shower.
If they went that far, they were showering in a damn cold spray.
The girls behaved and finally finished. No food fight. Lucky for them.
Amy and Elizabeth immediately rose to their feet and began to clear the
table. Running the water for the dishes. I relaxed as Jane and Christi
just watched as the other two naked women cleaned up the kitchen.
I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with them today. Amy was
probably a bit too sore to be involved in any really rigorous
activities. I could live with hurting her further. But it just didn't
seem necessary. And Jane deserved some rest after the hell I'd put her
through yesterday. I guess I'd have to make do with Elizabeth and
Christi today. Or find something different to do.
Elizabeth and Amy finished washing the dishes and returned. They simply
stood and waited. Knowing that with breakfast done, I would probably
give them further orders.
"Girls? We're moving." I opted for different.
"What?" Almost all together. It was almost as though they had considered
Amy's hotel suite a sort of home. It was a fantastic suite, I had to
admit. I idly wondered what Amy's father did for a living. To be able to
afford this place.
"I think we'd do better in a house. What do you think?"
Elizabeth was the one that spoke up. "But. We like it here. We're used
to it."
I looked at her quizzically. "Does it really matter what you think? Or
like?"
"No. I guess not."
"Okay. Gather up the toys. Make sure you forget nothing. You can have a
vote on where we settle next. Okay?"
Elizabeth sighed. "Yes. Master." No sarcasm. Just defeat.
The girls all rose and began to hunt down discarded handcuffs. Refilling
the packs with bondage toys. Ropes. I watched as Jane recovered the
crop. When she thought I wasn't looking, she closed her eyes and tapped
it against her thigh. Feeling the pain settle into her flesh.
Amy, a look of dread on her face dropped the tongue clamp into a pack.
Jane wandered up. Yesterday's lingerie folded neatly in her arms.
"Please. Master. Can a slave take her clothing?"
I shrugged. We could always pick up more. But she seemed attached to
this stuff. I nodded.
She scampered away. Tucking it into another pack. Finally, the girls
lined up in front of me, as though for inspection. I rose and left them
there making a quick tour of the suite. I couldn't see anything they had
missed. I picked up the two packs and handed one to Amy and the other to
Elizabeth. They grasped the packs in their fingers.
We trudged out of the hotel room for the last time. Amy looking back at
her frozen father one last time, a tear forming in her eyes. She
whispered, "Good-bye" and turned around.
Their mood brightened as the girls stepped out into the morning
sunshine. Their bare feet touching the warm asphalt. Jane turned to me.
Her bathrobe twirling around her body. Pulling at her bound hands and
said, "Please. Master. Can a slave please walk in the grass again?"
"Sure. Knock yourself out."
She skipped away to tell the others. I walked a bit behind them. Their
mood seemed to have focused back on finding new shelter instead of
melancholy about leaving the suite. They talked quietly amongst
themselves. I really couldn't hear much, but I definitely picked up the
word "sex" a number of times. Amy shaking her head a lot. Girls would be
girls. I'd probably have to separate them to keep them quiet. I really
didn't care, I let them talk.
Soon, we had walked out of the commercial core of the city back out to
where there was a bit of residential housing. I began to watch for a
decent place to make our new home base. The girls just enjoying the
sunshine and the day. Not particularly uncomfortable. I only had them
loosely handcuffed. More for visual effect than restraint.
Jane stopped up ahead. I caught up to the girls.
"That one." She pointed with her bound hands. I followed the line of her
arms. She had picked a large house. Almost a mansion. Gates and
everything.
"That one?"
"Yeah."
"All of you happy with that?"
The other girls nodded. Probably had never even dreamed of being in a
house like that.
"Let's see who's home then?" I opened the gate.
The girls followed.
The front door was unlocked. I opened that and stepped foot into this
huge Victorian mansion. Enormous foyer.
"Stay here." I ordered the women. They obediently knelt on the foyer
tiles and continued their conversation quietly.
I poked my head into the downstairs rooms. Library. Den. Large dining
room. Entertaining room. Living room with a huge entertainment system.
TV. Stereo. All empty. Until I hit the kitchen. An enormous place.
Christi was going to like cooking in here. There was a cook. An elderly
lady frozen while preparing something. Perhaps tea. I ignored her for
now.
I wandered back to the foyer. The girls looked up from their knees
expectantly.
"Okay. You can make yourselves comfortable. Don't go too far. Stay out
of the kitchen. And wait until I come back down. Understand?"
The girls nodded in unison and began to climb to their feet. Anxious to
start exploring their new home. I walked slowly upstairs. A feeling of
dread permeated me. I have no idea why. It isn't as though there could
possibly be any danger. I patted the gun that I'd shoved into the
waistband of my jeans.
The upstairs consisted of a long hallway. Closed doors. Maybe five or
six of them. I opened the first one I came to. A bathroom. And what a
bathroom. It was the biggest bathroom I'd ever seen. Toilet. Bidet.
Counter with two sinks. Huge mirror. Shower and tub that all four girls
could fit in at the same time. Looked like a whirlpool tub. Magazine
rack. Tons of space.
I closed the door. Next room looked like a guest room. Queen size bed.
Empty.
Next room. Some kind of den. Or sewing room. It was hard to tell. But
the decor looked masculine. A den but with a sewing machine. Strange.
The next room contained a huge four poster covered bed. Very Victorian.
Flowery. Lacy. There was a prone woman sleeping in the bed. Older. Fifty
or so by my guess. I'd have to get rid of her. Huge mirror. Lush
carpeting. After the hotel suite, the girls weren't going to bitch about
sleeping on *this* floor.
I wandered back out to the hall. The next room turned out to be a
closet. Holding linens and towels.
The final door took me aback. It was locked.
I'm not really one for locked doors. I could have kicked it in, but I
figured that lady in the bed would know where the key was. I had to
unfreeze her eventually if I was going to sleep in that very comfortable
looking bed of hers.
I wandered back to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and unfroze
the woman lying there. She just continued to sleep as though there
wasn't a strange man in her room and nothing odd had happened.
I gently shook her. Without opening her eyes she mumbled, "Evan, five
more minutes, 'kay?"
I shook her again. This time her eyes fluttered open. She screamed when
she saw me. Gathering her nightgown around herself. Crawling up to the
head of the bed and huddling there.
"Who the hell are you?" she whispered.
"Doesn't matter. Who are you?"
"Gertrude. Gertrude Mayer. What do y-you want? Money? It's in the safe
downstairs. I'll open it for you," she babbled.
"I don't want money."
Her eyes betrayed her fear. Her mouth opened and she bellowed,
"Sheila!!!"
I just looked at her. I assumed that she was yelling for the elderly
lady in the kitchen.
"She can't hear you."
"Oh my God. What have you done to her?"
"Relax. I haven't done anything to her. She just can't hear you."
"I. I don't understand."
"Lady, you don't have to understand."
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"No. Just displace you for a while."
"Are you going to r-rape me?"
"No. Relax."
Her eyes showed her confusion. "What do you want?" she repeated.
"Gertrude. You know that locked room in your hall?"
It took a second to skip tracks. Completely confused. "Yes."
"Where's the key?"
"Th-that's my husband's room. I. I don't go in there. Why?"
"I don't like locked doors."
"I don't know where the key is."
"You realize that I can hurt you, right?" A bit of menace in my voice.
"Oh my God. You are going to torture me?"
"I have to be sure that you don't know where the key is."
"Please. All right. I'm not supposed to know. Please just let me go. The
key. I can show you where the spare key is. Please."
I nodded. She slipped off the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me.
Judging whether she could make a run for it. She started towards the
door and suddenly made a run for it. I wasn't too surprised. I just
nonchalantly narrowed her time bubble. Trapping her in a slower time. I
casually walked in front of her, between her and the door. I released
her from the time constriction and she stumbled out of it, her timing
off. I grabbed her by the nightgown and gave her a good hard slap across
the face.
She screamed in fright and in pain. To her it would have looked like I'd
just materialized in front of her. She was startled by the phenomenon
and the slap stinging her cheek. She brought her hand up to her face,
rubbing the red hand print. Her eyes tearing.
She fell to her knees. Begging. "Please. Oh God. Please don't hurt me. I
didn't mean. I'll do whatever it is you want. Just don't hurt me. Oh
God."
I touched her shoulder. "Gertrude. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you
that hard." I did, but I was trying to calm the distraught woman. "Just
show me where the key is, and I'll let you free. Okay?"
She nodded. Tears still running down her face. Fear in her eyes. She
stumbled back to her feet. This time I kept her within arms reach.
Letting her lead me to the den. She opened a drawer on the left hand
side and fished around. She finally handed me an ornamental key.
"Please. I'm not supposed to know about this. I. I think he does his
business in there. I haven't been allowed in that room in ten years.
Please."
"Your husband will never know about this. At least not from me.
Promise."
"Do you know Evan?" her eyes becoming shrewd.
I shook my head. The woman probably thought I was involved in Evan's
business. And had come to check up on things. Or something. I idly
wondered what I'd stumbled into here.
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"Gertrude. I don't want to panic you, but I need you out of the way."
"What are you going to do to me? Kill me?"
"No. No. Nothing that drastic. I'm going to introduce you to someone.
And she is going to take care of you. Alright?"
"She? Who? What?" Confusion reigning again in her mind.
"Janey!" I called. My voice echoing around the house. I could feel the
girl moving throughout the house. The house making every movement known.
We were in the room closest to the stairs. I could hear her bare feet
moving on the tile until she reached the base of the stair.
"Yes?" Jane called up. Gertrude's face was a mask of fright. Someone
else was in her house?
"Jane. Come up here. First door."
I could hear the girl climbing the stairs. I glanced out the window. The
backyard was huge. A pool. Tennis courts. Tall oak trees graced the
property. I wasn't aware that there were places left like this in the
city.
Leaving Gertrude in the room, I met Jane in the hallway. I whispered to
her so that Gertrude wouldn't hear.
"I've got a woman in there. Her name is Gertrude. Older lady. She's
scared to high heaven."
"No wonder. You're here. She naked yet? Poor woman."
I glared at Jane. "She's in her nightgown. I don't find her particularly
attractive."
"Lucky her," Jane mumbled. I glared at her again, and this time Jane
paled a bit. Knew she had overstepped her bounds. "Oh God. I'm sorry.
What do you need me to do?"
"Take her. Calm her down. Take her into the backyard. Tie her to a tree.
She isn't going to like that, but explain to her the alternative. When
you're done, let me know. I'll slow time to a crawl for her, so she
essentially is out of time again."
"You are letting her go?"
"She's in the way at the moment. And she doesn't understand."
Jane just nodded. Not unwilling to help a woman escape my grasp. I
released the handcuffs on her wrists. I didn't want Gertrude deciding to
take advantage of Jane because she was handcuffed. Jane was younger and
stronger than Gertrude. I just hoped that Gertrude listened. I didn't
particularly want her to force me to hurt her.
I walked back into the room. Gertrude was standing on the far side. Away
from the door. Trying to get as far away as she could. Badly frightened.
"Gertrude. I'd like you to meet Jane. She's going to help you. If you
listen to her, you don't have to get hurt. Okay?"
Gertrude nodded. Her eyes widening as Jane stepped into the room. Her
robe still unbelted not really covering her nudity. Jane tried her best
to wrap it around herself, but was only partially successful. Any time
she had to use her hands for something other than holding the robe
closed allowed it to swirl open, revealing her nakedness beneath. Jane
was used to it.
"What the hell is going on here?" Gertrude blurted out.
Jane took a deep breath, let the robe just fall as it would, and walked
over to the frightened woman.
"Gertrude. You have to listen to me. Please. This man. He. He's capable
of very bad things. He can hurt you, and me, very badly if we don't
listen to him. I know you don't understand. You haven't been whipped
yet. But if you listen to me, you never have to feel it. You are so
lucky. Please listen to me."
At the word "whipped", Gertrude pulled in her breath. Fear really
settled in her eyes.
"Wh-what does he want from me?"
"Oh God. Gertrude, I know this won't make any sense. But you have to do
what I say. Okay?" She numbly nodded. "I'm going to take you downstairs
and outside. Okay? And I'm going to ... to ... tie you to one of those
oak trees. It won't hurt. I promise."
"Oh my God. You have to be kidding."
"I'm not Gertrude."
"You won't get away with this. The neighbours. The police."
Jane took a deep breath. "Gertrude. You have to listen to me. Please.
You wouldn't believe what he is capable of. The pain he can put you in."
"No. I'm not going to let you tie me to a tree. Are you crazy?"
Jane sighed. "Look." She opened her robe. Exposing her bare chest to the
woman. She pointed to herself. Various places on her bare breasts.
Gertrude averted her gaze from the bare youthful body displayed in front
of her. "Gertrude. Look at me. Please?" Gertrude finally couldn't keep
her gaze away any longer. "Look at the marks. See these? This bruise?
Here? And here?"
Gertrude nodded. Horror reflecting in her face.
"He whipped me. A couple of days ago. The marks are still there. You
don't want to have that happen to you, do you? I made the mistake of not
listening to him."
Gertrude just numbly nodded. Really badly frightened.
"He can do this to you too. Please. It's for the best. Trust me. Just do
what he wants. You'll do it eventually anyway."
"What makes you think that he won't just whip me when I'm tied to a
tree?"
Jane sighed. "I don't know that. But I've known him a lot longer than
you have known him. Please. If he wants to whip you, he will. Nothing
you can do to stop him."
Remembering how easily I caught her when she tried to escape, she
nodded.
"I'll do what you say. Please. Just don't hurt me. Please?"
Jane nodded. "I won't hurt you unless he tells me to. And he hasn't yet.
Okay?"
Gertrude nodded. Jane took her hand reassuringly and began to lead the
trembling woman out of the room. I heard Gertrude scream just before she
was led outside. Not sure what that was about. I watched from the window
as the ill-robed girl led Gertrude out into the backyard. Their feet
making soft tracks in the grass.
I could see Jane talking to the woman. From my vantage point there was
no way to know what was being said, but it looked like Jane was trying
to comfort the woman. Gertrude stood still, looking around. Probably not
quite understanding why her neighbours weren't helping. Weren't even
noticing the sight of her in her nightgown tied to an oak in her own
backyard. But she was docile enough as Jane wrapped the rope around her
wrists and ankles, loosely holding her to the tree. Jane climbed back to
her bare feet. She checked the ropes and gave Gertrude a reassuring
kiss. She fairly ran back into the house, letting Gertrude begin to
struggle with the bonds. No doubt calling out for help.
Soon Jane re-entered the room.
"Done." She was out of breath.
"Nicely done, too."
"I didn't want to do that, you know. She was such a nice woman. She
deserves better."
"I'm not torturing her, am I?"
"I guess. But she was so frightened."
"I'll deal with that as well."
I looked out the window and concentrated on Gertrude's bubble of time. I
narrowed it until it moved at barely a thousandth of normal time. It was
enough to keep her in our timeline, but not enough that she'd even be
aware of the events around her. The ropes would prevent her from moving
around, even at that slow time rate. She effectively became very unaware
of any events around her. Jane watched the transformation with me in
fascination.
"I really wish I knew how to do that."
"And if you did, that would be the end of my control over you."
"Christ, yeah."
"And that, my dear, is why you don't know."
"Someday maybe you'll teach me."
"Right."
Again without being told, she raised her wrists, offering them to me. I
slipped the steel back around her. She twisted her wrists a bit to find
the most comfortable position. She was getting used to the ornaments as
well as the others.
She looked at me. "You know you don't have to put these on us anymore.
We aren't about to disappear or anything."
"I know."
"You just like to see us in them. Don't you?"
"You've got it."
"So we better get used to them for the rest of our stay, huh?"
"They aren't so bad. It could be a lot worse."
"I guess. At least you don't keep us in ankle chains, gags and nipple
clamps all the time. Or make us wear things that cut off our
circulation."
"Leniency. As long as you are good."
"I learned that lesson. Remember."
I smiled at her and changed the course of the conversation. "So, what
did our host scream at down there while you were taking her out?"
"Actually, she screamed twice. I just managed to cover her mouth before
the second one erupted into an ear splitter."
"What the heck happened?"
"Well. The first one caught me off guard. Elizabeth has taken the
liberty of catching up on her reading. Sprawled out in the library on a
leather recliner. Well, she left the door open understandably. You'd
freak if she had closed it. And well, Gertrude happened to glance in.
Saw our nude beauty in handcuffs quietly reading Dickens or something.
Gave both of them quite a start. You didn't tell Gertrude about the rest
of them, did you? Anyway, I hurriedly explained about the other two.
Hoping that we wouldn't run into them on our way out. We didn't. Problem
is, the way out was through the kitchen. Well, you had told us not to go
in there and we haven't. So even I didn't know about her cook, Polly or
something, standing there. Frozen. Making tea or something silly. Nearly
startled me to death. I managed to stifle Gertrude's next screech just
as she was opening her mouth. Do you have any idea how hard it was to
explain that to her? Poor frazzled woman. Thou art a shit, you know."
I watched a grin play across Jane's fine features. She was pretty proud
of herself.
I acknowledged her. "You done good." I kissed her on her offered cheek.
I gave her a light slap on her rear end. "Go on back to what you were
doing before I interrupted you."
"What if I was making love to Christi?" Her grin widened mischievously.
I could tell she was kidding.
I gave her another sharper whack. Couldn't have hurt her very much
through the terrycloth. I was going to have to relieve those ladies of
the garments soon. I hated not being able to connect with bare skin at a
time like this.
"Well then, by all means, get back to it. I'll call when I need your
services again," I responded to her.
She pranced away, seductively swinging her hips as she left the room. I
listened to her as she descended the stairs. Far happier than I'd seen
her in a long time. I didn't have an explanation. Perhaps I wasn't
tormenting her enough.
I wandered back around the hallway. Stopping in front of the mysterious
door. I guess I was about to find out what her husband did for a living.
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I unfroze the door and slipped the key into the lock. I heard a faint
click as the bolt withdrew from the door frame. I glanced at the door as
I twisted the knob. For an interior door it was solid. I could have
smashed through it if necessary, but it would have been an effort. Mr.
Evan Mayer was concerned about his security. I stepped into a large room
and looked around.
The room was decorated in a very masculine fashion. Greens. Browns.
Bookcases filled with binders, notes and books against the far wall. A
large desk. Picture windows covered with heavy green draperies. A
mirrored wall helped enhance the size of the room. A leather sofa and
recliner. What looked like a closet, or an entrance to another room.
Dark green carpeting beneath my running shoes. Tasteful art hung on the
wall. A few potted plants.
Evan was seated in the recliner, wearing a dark business suit. Gray
hair. Relaxed but intently watching a young woman standing in front of
him. My gaze traveled to the woman. Her back was to me. She was wearing
high heels, a short uniform and nylons. Long blonde hair cascaded down
her back. Her posture looked a little strange.
I closed the door behind me and carefully relocked it. I wandered to the
bookcase. Law reviews. Case studies. Law references. Some fiction.
Mostly court fiction. John Grisham. Some horror. Stephen King. Peter
Straub. I raised my eyebrows at a particular paperback by Pauline Reage.
The desk was organized. Neat. A blotter. Stationary and writing
instruments. Didn't look like it had been used recently. Curious.
I picked up a letter from the corner of the desk. Addressed to Judge
Evan Mayer. That solved that little mystery. A judge.
I wandered over to the judge. Wondered what he would think of his wife
bound in the back yard. I suppose that I'd find out when he joined her.
I followed his frozen gaze, seeing the young woman from the front for
the first time. She was a stunning young lady. Blonde. Twenty-something.
Perfect figure. Beautiful face. Except for the gag in her mouth. I did a
double take. Gag?
On closer inspection, the woman was not just wearing a short uniform. It
was nearly non-existent. A very skimpy French maid uniform. Barely
covering her body. I could easily make out the slightly darker flesh of
her aureole but the sheer fabric just covered the tips of her erect
nipples. It was cut that low. The uniform looked like it was about three
sizes too small for her. She was carrying a tray, with what looked like
a drink of some sort. A bloody ceasar or something similar. Her hands
were encased in sheer black gloves. A thin pair of leather cuffs with
tiny padlocks adorned her wrists over the gloves. Another tiny pair of
padlocks held her wrists to the handles of the tray. The tray almost
looked like it was built to allow for the small padlocks.
I walked up to the girl. She didn't even look real. Her face looked like
a porcelain doll's. Her make up was applied heavily enhancing the
effect. The make up was slightly marred around her eyes where tears were
frozen on her cheeks.
The gag pressed cruelly into her mouth. I'd never gagged any of my girls
this tightly. Except maybe when I had punished Amy. It was a large white
ball wedged firmly into her mouth. Her red lipstick marred the white
surface. A leather strap wrapped from each side of the ball cutting into
the sides of her mouth, forcing her to grin horribly. The strap of the
gag snaked around her head, under her hair to be fastened somewhere
behind her head. I could just imagine the discomfort that it must be
causing her.
Finally, there was a constricting band, probably leather, wrapped just
above her nylon encased knees. It was pressing into her skin. This is
what I missed when I looked at her from behind. The black band almost
melted into the sheer black nylons that she was wearing. I recalled
thinking that she was in an unusual posture. Her knees were forced
together. It must have been very difficult, if not downright painful to
walk like this. And everything in her posture indicated that she was,
indeed, trying to walk with the tray.
I shook my head. Not quite sure what to make of this. It was pretty
obvious that this judge did his 'business' in this room. The wife had
indicated that she wasn't allowed in this room. I guess I now knew why.
Was it possible that this character had managed to spirit this woman
into this room, while his wife was sleeping? Mid morning? That was
brave. And she didn't know? I guess I also knew the reason for the tight
gag.
Who the hell was this woman? Was she here willingly? She couldn't even
be half his age. I toyed with the idea of freeing them both and finding
out what the hell was going on. I was almost dying of curiousity.
I glanced around the room. My mind was telling me that it would be more
than interesting to just let them continue. Free them, without knowledge
of me and see what happens. Kind of like what I did to Christi when I
first found her. That turned into quite a show.
The room was large, but really didn't afford much cover. I glanced
behind the drapes. The view of the front yard was spectacular. From
above, the manicured grounds were quite picturesque. More so, even, than
from the gardens themselves. Hiding behind a curtain, though, seemed
like such a Hollywood kind of thing to do and it wasn't likely to work.
Damn, it would have been nice to discover invisibility along with time
manipulation. But that was pushing things, I suppose.
I stepped over to the closet. Opening it, I discovered a deep walk-in
closet. My eyes widened as I discovered kinky clothing by the racks.
Corsets. Stockings. Racks of high heels on the floor. Lacy things.
Jungle things. Thank God, Judge Wapner in there hadn't chosen to be
Tarzan today. I think I would have been ill. I suddenly felt very sorry
for the girl tied up in the business room. There was video equipment.
Cameras. Along one wall, whips and chains to rival anything I had in my
equipment pack. No crop though. Restraints. Handcuffs. Steel and
leather. Hoods. This guy was equipped.
Another smaller door led to a small bathroom. The door had been locked,
but the key still in my hand had opened it. Washbasin. Toilet. Shower.
Nothing spectacular. Another door led into a smaller bedroom. Feminine
decor. Flowery. Single bed. Writing desk. Not fancy like the other
rooms. Opening the main door to the room from the inside clicked the
lock on the door. It had been locked from the inside. Just one of those
flimsy privacy locks used on interior bedroom doors. I opened the door
and peered out back into the hallway. The last door which I hadn't
gotten to before coaxing the key to the business room from Gertrude.
Interconnected rooms. Cool.
I wandered back into the walk in closet through the small bathroom.
Closing and locking doors as I'd found them. I wondered whose bedroom
I'd just been in. Obviously the girl's. But, who was she? A daughter?
Despite my tendencies towards abusing women, and forcing incest, I
somehow found the idea repulsive. Sure I liked to see it, but after the
fact, the women wouldn't have to live with the trauma. They'd forget
everything when I returned them. I was a bastard, but I wasn't a total
bastard. I wouldn't ever consider forcing a woman on the principle time
line. I began to see red. Took some deep breaths. Better to find out
what was happening first before jumping to conclusions.
I just shook my head. I was betting that Gertrude, tied up in the
backyard, had no idea what her husband was up to in here. Ten years? I
just had to get the scoop on this. I stepped back into the closet.
Closed the door. I noticed that there were two small holes drilled in
the door. Light was streaming through them from the room beyond. Sure
enough, one could bend down a bit and place one's eyes against them and
see perfectly into the room beyond. Convenient as all hell. I was
guessing that the eye holes were just about at Evan's height since I was
bigger than he was. This guy had probably watched Porky's. Got off on
watching her when she didn't even know he was in here. Curiouser and
curiouser.
Shutting the door firmly, I positioned myself. I mentally prepared for
the time shifts. I had to be ready in case either one of them decided
that they needed something from the closet. Though, if that happened, it
might just be better to let them discover me. I was going to have to
take them eventually.
I concentrated and formed a large time bubble around the entire room.
The girl grunted and stumbled forward. Straining against the strap
around her knees. Her eyes betrayed her pain much more than any scream
that she was unable to produce. Struggling in the shoes and against the
strap, she finally managed to walk to the chair where Mayer sat.
He had been silent, simply watching the girl's progress. I had a perfect
view of the two of them. The mirrored wall giving me a good view of
both. The girl was pleading with her eyes. Tears still streaming down
her face. Mayer smiled up at her. Absolutely no warmth in the smile
whatsoever. She shuddered.
She bent daintily at her waist. Struggling to keep the tray level. I
could just imagine what would have happened to her if she'd spilled it.
Mayer let her stay bent over for a minute, balancing the tray in her
bound hands. Then slowly, an evil smile still playing on his lips, he
lifted the drink from the tray. The girl straightened as he took a sip
of the drink.
He grimaced. Then with no warning at all, he simply splashed the red
drink into the girls face. She tried to turn away, but the drink still
covered her upper body. Her face. Her hair. Her upper chest. Red. She
stumbled, trying to cry out. Mayer reached out with his foot and let it
kick into her unprotected side. She tried to twist away from the blow
but her bound knees prevented the quick movement necessary. She looked
like she was in good shape. If she hadn't been bound, she probably could
have avoided it. The blow landed viciously into her side, just under the
ribs, knocking the wind out of her. I could see her struggling to draw a
breath through her nose. The gag not allowing her to breathe normally
through her mouth. Her body lurched to the right, her feet struggling in
the high heels to keep her balance.
But the shock of the drink being thrown at her and the kick finally
toppled her. She fell heavily to the carpet unable to break her fall
with her hands. I was surprised that she didn't break anything. She just
pulled her legs up and sobbed after she regained her breath. Though I
couldn't really hear her through her gag, it was easy enough to tell
that she was in pain and her body shaking showed that she was crying her
heart out. One of her high heels had come off in the fall, her
stockinged toes were curling and uncurling with her agony. Her fingers
in the gloves spasming, trying to reach her side where he'd kicked her.
The tight bands on her wrists impeding her. One breast had peeked out
from the bodice of the uniform. I could actually see some faded red
marks on the bottom of the bared breast.
Mayer sat in the chair calmly watching the girl writhe and rubbing his
crotch. After a few minutes he stood and approached the girl. The girl
seeing him approaching tried to shuffle herself away. But with bound
knees and wrists she wasn't going anywhere fast. She was begging through
the gag.
He sauntered up to the girl and crouched down.
"Sheila. I thought I told you to bring me a bloody MARY!" The girl on
the floor just lay there and cried. "You dumb cunt. Not a bloody
CAESAR." I had guessed right. Mayer stood and aimed another kick at the
defenseless girls stomach. She convulsed as it landed, sending her into
more violent sobbing. "Can't you get anything right? Stupid dumb fuck.
If you want something done right you gotta do it your-fucking-self."
Mayer pulled a remote control from his pocket aiming it at the wall. A
section of the wall rotated and a mini bar came into view. I'd have to
remember that feature. There was another red drink sitting on the shelf.
Mayer picked it up and sipped at it. Touching the remote control again,
the bar rotated back out of sight.
"Ahhh. That's more like it. Fuck. I don't think you've ever picked the
right one. Dumb cunt." As the judge walked back to his seat he aimed
another kick at the prone girl. She tried to shy away but got it in her
side again. She tried to scream through the gag but it just came out as
a small wail. Tears coursed down through the clamato juice covering her
face. She just lay there as he took his seat and watched her writhe,
squirm and sob as he slowly finished his drink.
By the time he had finished the bloody mary, the girl had stopped
shaking on the floor. She was trying to breathe quietly and carefully
through her nose. He set aside the empty glass on the table beside the
chair and spoke to her again.
"Sheila?"
She just looked at him dully.
"Christ you are dumb. I think that you need more punishment. Don't you?"
She just slowly shook her head. Still crying a bit.
"You've made a mess of yourself. You've made a mess of the floor. You
wasted a perfectly good drink. And you are a worthless cunt."
She closed her eyes and nodded her head. Crying. At this, Mayer got out
of the chair and crouched down by the bound girl. Being careful of the
spilt drink caking her upper body he lifted her off the floor and
carried her back to the chair. He somehow managed to place her, attached
tray and all, over his knees. For an older guy, he was pretty strong.
I'd have to be careful of that.
She squirmed and muffled pleading noises came from behind her gag.
Ignoring her protests, he casually lifted the back of her skirt and
pulled her high cut panties down to her cruelly tied knees. Then, as
though it were nothing, he began to spank her. His bare hand rising and
falling on her upturned bare bottom without mercy. After about twenty
she really began to cry, kick and struggle, but her bondage was far too
tight to allow her to escape the blows. His hand at the base of the back
easily holding her petite form across his knees. At a regular pace, not
particularly in a hurry, he hit her. He talked quietly to her the whole
time. I couldn't quite make out his words and I seriously doubt if the
girl was paying any sort of attention through her sobbing. I did catch a
few words. Just small phrases.
"Teach you a lesson." "Bad slut girl." "Cunt whore."
Finally he just gave the girl a push and she fell heavily to the ground
at his feet. Crying uncontrollably. She grunted through the gag as she
fell.
Finally he looked at his watch. I glanced at mine. Though it had seemed
longer I'd only been watching them here for about forty-five minutes. I
idly wondered what was going on in the rest of the house. What the girls
were doing with their freedom. I supposed that I really ought to find
out.
My eyes returned to the peep holes.
"Well, Sheila. Fun time is over. Gerty is expecting me to take her
shopping this afternoon. The old ball and chain." He grimaced.
The girl just looked up with a glazed look in her eyes. The man reached
down and used a small key to release her wrists from the tray. He used
the same key to release the padlock on her knee strap. Her hands had
automatically wound around and tried to ease the pain in her bottom from
the spanking. Making a small detour to probe gently at her side where
she'd suffered the kicks.
"On your knees, you fucking useless wench."
She struggled to kneel, I could see her body shaking from the abuse. He
lifted her soiled hair, he used another key to release her gag, She
pushed it out of her mouth with her tongue. It made an audible pop as it
came out from behind her teeth. She just hung her head. Refusing to meet
his gaze. I didn't blame her.
"Goddamn it. Why do you always make me punish you? Jesus Christ. You'd
think you'd be tired of it by now."
The girl spoke very softly into the carpet. "Please. Sir. I'm sorry. I'm
just a worthless slave slut cunt." She had almost a musical voice. But
there was just a hint of something behind her docile words. A tiny
element of rebellion? Perhaps it was just hate? Either way he completely
missed it. If it was even there.
He reached forward and slapped her face. Hard. Her head snapped to the
side with the force of the blow. She cried out softly and almost fell to
the side. She somehow managed to stay on her knees.
"You are such a stupid cunt. Fuck. You can't even do anything right.
Goddamn it. Here. Maybe you can do this right."
I watched as Mayer lowered his pants and waved a pathetically small
penis in her direction. I watched as the spark left her eyes and she
mutely shuffled forward on her knees and took the organ into her mouth.
Using only her mouth she moved back and forth on him. No real effort on
her part. Very mechanical. He didn't seem to care. He closed his eyes
and about a minute after she started, he gripped the back of her head
and pumped into her mouth, finally withdrawing and ejaculating over her
face and hair. She moaned and closed her eyes, allowing the indignity. I
seriously doubted if she had a choice in the matter.
After he was finished he reached forward and gave her another good hard
slap. She cried out again and this time fell to the floor and curled her
body into a ball. He crouched down beside her and showed her his hand.
"You fucking got my hand dirty." It was covered in cum and bloody caesar
from the drink he'd thrown at her. It had clung there after he'd slapped
her. "Clean it."
She began to cry, and he hit her again. She cringed and cried harder.
"Fucking cunt. Who the hell do you think you are? Fuck. Can't you do
anything you're told? Christ. We had an agreement."
She finally got a hold of herself and reached forward with her head. She
hesitantly stuck her tongue out and began to lick at his hand like a
dog. Cleaning it.
Finally, he stood up and glanced around the room.
"Fuck, this place is a mess." Glancing down at the girl still lying and
sobbing at his feet. She lay almost in the middle of a large clamato
stain resulting from the thrown drink. I couldn't imagine what it would
take to get that out of the carpet. "I want this place spic and span for
my meeting this evening. You hear? I want that uniform of your's
cleaned. You'll need it for the meeting. I'll need this suit cleaned.
And I'll need this carpet cleaned. Jesus Christ. You would have to get
fucking bloody caesar on the carpet. And if you miss anything, I'll
fucking make sure you regret it. Christ."
He began walking towards the closet. I readied the Time manipulation.
About halfway to the closet he turned around and addressed the girl
again.
"You understand, cunt?"
She just moaned.
"What?" He took a step back towards her.
"Y-yes s-sir." she quavered from the floor. Her small gloved hands
making a warding off gesture.
This girl was going to have bruises from this. Damn good bruises too.
Especially where he kicked her. The face slaps would be just high colour
for a while, but those kicks were vicious on an unprotected body. I
wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but I had a damn good idea. On
the other hand it could be really realistic role playing. But I doubted
it. The only question was, whether to take them in real time with the
gun, or slow Mayer down and find out what was happening with the girl
only. She might talk to me if she saw Mayer was out of the way.
I opted to talk to the girl alone first. Mayer turned around and began
to walk back towards the closet. Probably intending to change out of the
soiled suit and return to "normal" life. We'd see about that routine
today. His life was about to become decidedly UNnormal. No matter what
the girl said.
As he turned around and began to walk back towards the closet, I
isolated his body space from the continuum around it and restricted the
time flow to about a pace of a thousandth normal. He'd actually almost
be in sync with Gertrude's time phase. Until I released him.
I took a deep breath and exited the closet.
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The girl was still lying on the carpet quietly weeping. Her head covered
in bloody caesar and cum cradled in her arms. She sobbed, not realizing
that the world had changed for her again. I could see her whole body
shaking with her distress.
My running shoes were soundless on the carpet. I was right beside her
prone figure before she realized that someone was there. She didn't even
look up.
"Please no more," she moaned.
I gently touched her shoulder. She raised her head and looked up at me.
She screamed and scrabbled away across the carpet sideways like a crab.
Fear radiant on her face. She moved away until she backed into a wall.
She drew up her nyloned knees, hugged herself and just watched me out of
fearful eyes.
"Wh-who are you? H-he didn't give me to someone else again. Did he?
Please don't hurt me? I have to clean up the carpet first. Please." Her
breathing was really ragged. I wasn't surprised.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"Wh-Who are you, then?" Her eyes darted to the frozen Mayer. "Wh-What
happened? Wh-Why i-isn't he moving? Please."
"Is Sheila your name? Your real name?" It could have been a play name
for all I knew. Though I was pretty sure that Gertrude had hollered for
Sheila as I took her. At the time, I thought it was the cook.
She nodded.
"Sheila. I want you to calm down. Okay? I promise I won't hurt you." The
frightened girl just nodded. "I just want to talk to you for a minute.
Okay?" She nodded again. "You'll talk to me? I'll stay over here if you
like." Again she nodded.
"Do you mind if I sit over here?" I indicated the chair that Mayer had
tortured her from. She shook her head and then looked down at herself
and realized that her panties were still around her knees and her right
breast was poking out from the flimsy uniform that she had on. She
swallowed and used her gloved hands to pull back on her panties,
returning them to her hips. Watching me out of the corner of her eye,
she carefully and slowly tucked her breast back into the bodice of the
uniform. Tears were still coursing down her dirty face. I recalled the
beauty that was hiding under all that clamato and tears.
"Wh-who are you?" she finally asked me.
"I really don't know anymore."
She accepted that. "What have you done with him? How'd you get in here?
Did he let you in?" She had indicated the semi-frozen Mayer with a quick
jerk of her head. She had tucked herself back up into a ball against the
wall. She was deeply afraid. I suspect of Mayer, but also of me. She
thought that I was a friend of the judge.
"Sheila. I just stumbled in here. I swear it."
"But he keeps it locked when he's 'playing' or 'working'. I don't
understand."
"Sheila. I'm not sure you can understand. But *I* froze him. The whole
world is frozen except us." I stretched the truth a bit. Sheila would
meet the rest of the girls eventually, but not now. Not until she was
calmer.
She just shook her head.
"Sheila. Will you come over here? I won't hurt you."
She again shook her head. I could have forced her, but I was suspecting
that she was in a very fragile state of mind at the moment. Frightened
badly and in pain. I'm not sure I'd be overly cooperative after I'd been
beaten senseless and raped either. I decided to find out what the hell
was going on before I began to assert myself.
"Okay. That's fine. Will you talk to me?"
"I guess," she mumbled.
"What is going on here? I saw that little display out here from the
closet. He was knocking you around a lot."
She glanced at the frozen Mayer and pressed her lips together. Her eyes
began to brim with tears again. She hugged her knees and rocked herself.
"Sheila. Listen to me. Are you here willingly? Do you enjoy this
treatment?" I had to know whether I was dealing with consentual, albeit
really rough, sex or abuse and rape here. I would have put money on
abuse and rape.
Sheila slowly looked up at me. Her eyes blazing. "You think that I like
being treating this way?" Anger was beginning to creep into her voice.
"You think I like being kicked around?"
"Sheila. Please. Calm down. I don't think anything. Honestly. You have
to understand I just watched some bizarre stuff, and I know some people
like abuse. B&D. S&M. That sort of thing. I just want to know if that
was the case here. It matters on how I'm going to treat this guy when I
unfreeze him."
"You're going to unfreeze him?"
"Eventually. But he can't hear us now. And I won't be telling him
anything that we talk about. I swear it."
"Oh God. Please don't unfreeze him. Are you a cop?" Hopeful.
I shook my head. Her face registered confusion. "He can't hear us?"
"No."
"Oh God. No. I hate him. I'm not here because I like it. I swear it."
"Then what the hell is going on?"
"You'll help me?"
"Sheila. This is a very weird situation. I'm not sure what your
definition of help is. But you have to tell me what is going on. Will
you let me show you something?"
"What?" Suspicious.
I got up out of the chair and walked to the window. I opened the
curtains and Sheila squinted in the sudden brightness. I walked away
from the window and sat back down. A safe distance away.
"Go to the window. Look out."
Sheila glanced at Mayer. Still frozen. Glanced at me. I was doing my
best to be non-threatening. She slowly got to her feet. Wincing.
Probably at the pain in her side. She kicked off her remaining shoe and
padded in her stockings to the window. She looked out.
"What am I supposed to see?"
I could see some of the tree tops from the chair if I twisted around a
bit.
"Look at the trees."
"Yeah. So?"
"Are they moving?"
"No. So what? There isn't any wind."
"Actually there is." I concentrated on the trees. Gave them a time
bubble. They suddenly jumped to life. The breeze moving branches and
leaves. I released the time bubbles and the trees stopped again. "I
controlled that. Same way that I control the judge here."
She turned around and looked at me.
"Sheila. This is going to be really hard for you to comprehend. Okay?
But we are the only two people up and about on the planet. So in a way,
yes, I'm going to free you from this bozo here."
"Oh thank god," she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sheila. What is the situation here? I swear I won't tell anyone."
She sank back to the floor. Hugging her knees again. Shoeless. I watched
a war fight itself inside her head. Not sure what her internal daemons
were but I could imagine that they weren't much fun. Finally she licked
her lips, making a decision.
"That son-of-a-bitch blackmailed me. Three years ago." It sounded like
she'd wanted to tell someone this a long time and it came tumbling out
of her mouth like water flowing down a mountain. "He actually was a
judge back then. He's retired now. Anyway, my stupid brother got nailed
for armed robbery. Guilty as sin. I knew it. Judge knew it. But he was
only a kid. I knew the judge's wife. Gertrude. Through the church. I
begged her to try and get Evan to go easy on my brother. She agreed to
try. She'd known Robby since he was a kid as well. I get a call from the
judge the next day telling me that it would cost him his bench if he
messed with the court and that he couldn't do it. I begged. I promised
him anything. I just didn't know that anything was this." She spread her
arms out, indicating the room. "I couldn't see my brother going to jail.
He couldn't handle it. Finally the judge relented. And true to his word
my brother walked. Kept out of trouble too." Tears were beginning to
roll down her face. Tracing through the grime.
"The next week I get a call from the judge politely inviting me into a
new position. A maid in his household. Obviously, I tried everything not
to do this. It would mean giving up a very good job at IBM. Finally I
convinced him that I'd help part-time. And I did. It was a bit degrading
to do the housework for them, especially since they didn't pay me. But
Gertrude was kind to me and seemed to appreciate the help. Finally he
demanded that I quit my other job to become a full time maid. He swore
that he was a couple months from retirement anyway, and that he'd squeal
on the deal and that my brother would get retried. Not having any choice
I quit and became the full time maid around here. The first couple of
weeks it was alright. But then one night I found him standing in my
room. Telling me that I still had to work off the debt. At first it was
just sex. Then the kinky stuff about three months ago. Christ. Videos.
Snapshots. I couldn't get away if I tried. He threatened to send it to
my *parents* and friends. I didn't even know what was in this room until
three months ago. At first he just got off tying me up. Then the bondage
got tighter. And longer. And then he. He. Began to h-hit me. Nowhere it
would show. But it was for nothing. For nothing. I didn't do anything to
deserve this. Oh God. It hurts. I hate him."
At this point she just broke down crying. Her gloved hands pressing
against her side. Sobbing.
I sat back in the chair, unsure what to do. I hated him too. This was
real life. Real time. Sheila was going to have to live with this for the
rest of her life. I couldn't do a thing about that. I mentally made a
note that when I did restart the world to ensure that this asshole got
caught somehow. An anonymous tip or something. For now though I could
make things a little righter. At least in this timeline. I didn't fail
to see the irony. Here I was fully planning on making her a slave as
well. I'd already abused women beyond comprehension. Especially Jane.
And I hurt them. Perhaps I really wasn't much better than this prick.
Difference was I knew that the girls would never remember. This guy was
doing this as a hobby in real time. Sheila would never forget him. I had
to tell Sheila the truth about me though. Otherwise things were going to
go off track quickly.
"Sheila? Sweetheart?" She looked up at me with bleary eyes. "Will you
stay here a moment? Not move? I'll be right back. I swear it."
She nodded. To be safe I narrowed her time bubble and she slipped into a
time phase with Mayer. She wouldn't be in the same time phase with him
long enough to interact.
I used the key and left the door open. I slowly made my way downstairs
glancing through the rooms. Amy was relaxing in the front room. Eyes
closed. Cuffed hands lying on her bare stomach. Headphones on. Bare body
slowly moving to some unheard music. Listening to something slow on the
stereo. Elizabeth looked up from her book as I entered the library. A
Tale of Two Cities. I raised my eyebrows and she just smiled. Turning
pages two handed, forced by the cuffs. Like a child.
I glanced around and spotted Christi lounging in a leather chair.
Holding a Stephen King paperback.
"Christi?" She looked up.
"Break over?"
"Kind of. I've got a really strange situation here and I need your help.
And Jane's. Know where she is?"
"Dining room, I think. What's happening?" She could tell that something
was unusual by my tone. This wasn't a call to torment her again.
Instinctively she just knew. She was serious, not her usual sarcastic
self.
"I'll explain it to both of you. Don't want say this twice."
Christi rose from the chair, her robe twirling around her. She placed
the book down on the chair to hold her place.
"Whatcha reading?"
"Talisman. Same one that you let me read when you took Jane. Remember?"
"I don't remember. Any good?" I didn't think that I had even asked what
she was reading when I left her alone in the bookstore. Not important.
"Amazing. What's up?"
We arrived in the dining room. At first I didn't see Jane. Then Christi
pointed with her bound hands. Jane was stretched out like a cat in the
bay window. Her robe open. Letting the morning sun beat down on her bare
body. Fast asleep. My kitten.
I wandered over to her. Shame to wake her. But I really needed her. I
gently shook her. She mumbled something.
"Urg. Not yet, Mom. Too early for school."
I just shook her again. This time her eyes fluttered open and she
sighed.
"You've come to torment me again. Haven't you?"
"Nope. But I need your help. Okay?"
"What can I do for you?"
I sat backward on one of the dining room chairs. Jane simply sat up on
her perch and Christi stood barefoot on the carpet.
"This is a very weird situation. Even I can't believe this one. I'm
going to give you the short version. Our host, at least the male side of
it, is a former judge." The girls nodded. "Problem is. He's worse than
me. In real time." Jane and Christi both had looks of confusion on their
face.
"I found a locked room upstairs. Our host likes to play with women.
Rougher even than I do. And he doesn't control time so this woman is
going to remember all of it."
Jane piped up. "What does he do? Kill them?" She was being flippant.
I glared at her. She hadn't seen the display I had.
"Shush. The maid here has been abused by this guy for at least three
months."
Christi went pale as the implications sunk in. She at least knew that
she'd forget about this place as if it never happened. "What did he do
to her?" she whispered.
"I just watched him put her through the wringer. Stuff I wouldn't even
dream of doing to you unless you really really pissed me off. And even
then I'd think twice about it. And even if I did do it to you, you
wouldn't be traumatized for life from it. You won't remember it when you
go back."
The girls just nodded together.
Jane spoke up. "What are you going to do?"
"When I restart the world, I'll take care of it in real time. For now,
there isn't much I can do."
Christi looked up at me. A strange glow graced her eyes. She softly
remarked, "You could let me and this girl at him for a while."
I nodded. "Actually, that's exactly what I had in mind. But, my problem
now is that I need you two to explain our situation to this girl. I
really don't want to frighten or hurt her any more than she already is.
On the other hand I want her while we stay here. But I'm afraid that a
less subtle approach might end up with her in hysterics and completely
unmanageable. She knows that I can freeze things, but she isn't in the
frame of mind to understand. She's hurt."
Jane looked at me shrewdly. "So you want us to help you snag yet another
victim?"
I nodded.
"What's in it for us?"
"I don't whip your breasts until you pass out. Plus, as a bonus, you
don't revoke on your deal to do anything for me."
"That sounds fair." Jane shuddered and paled a little. "This guy did
worse than whip her breasts? Glad I'm not *his* captive."
"If you're not careful I might give you to him." I was only joking with
her. "Wrists."
The girls obediently raised their wrists. I removed the cuffs from them
and they stood rubbing them idly. I held out my hands. "Robes."
The girls gave me a hurt look, but shrugged out of them and handed them
to me. Glorious in their nakedness.
Jane braved the question. "Why?"
"I just thought it would be better if you were naked when you talked to
her. If you are good, I'll let you have them back later. Okay?"
The girls nodded. I crooked my finger and the bare women followed me up
the stairs. Jane yawned.
I took them to the room and their eyes widened as they saw the red
stains. Probably thinking it was blood. I didn't doubt that this
character was into blood play. However the stains weren't blood and I
told the girls so.
"Calm down. It isn't blood. Just a spilled drink. That's her in the
corner." Sheila was still huddled in the corner. Semi-frozen. "Do either
one of you know first aid?"
Christi piped up. "A little."
"Good. I don't know what went on before I arrived, but while I was
watching he kicked her in the side twice, once in the stomach. While she
was bound. He slapped her hard enough to make her fall. In the face. I'm
surprised she wasn't spitting teeth. Or knocked out. Okay? He orally
raped her as well. She's been through a lot. I've talked to her. She's
pretty calm, though you may surprise her. I think she needs another
woman to talk to. You think you two can do it?"
Christi took a deep breath. "God. I hope so. You're right. This guy is a
real animal. I wouldn't put him in the same category with you. Brutal."
"Can you check her ribs? She'll have bruises like you wouldn't believe
on her left side. I just want to make sure that she didn't crack a rib
or something."
"I'll try. You're serious. He kicked her that hard? And we didn't hear
it?"
"I don't know why he kicked her that hard nor why you didn't hear it.
Maybe the room is soundproofed or something. She was gagged when he
kicked her. She couldn't make a lot of noise anyway. I should have
stopped it earlier." I felt guilty as hell that I'd let her suffer
through that.
I wandered back and sat back in the chair. Turned it to face the
huddling frozen girl. I sent Christi and Jane in the hall out of sight.
I unfroze her. To her it would have just looked like my chair had
twisted a bit suddenly.
"Sheila?" I asked softly. I leaned forward on my knees towards her. She
turned back to the sound on my voice. "I lied to you a bit. There are
other people around. I want you to meet a couple. Okay?"
"Like this?" She looked down at herself. "Please no."
"Believe me. You won't be uncomfortable around them." I raised my voice
a bit. "Christi? Jane?"
The two nude beauties walked slowly into the room. Sheila's eyes
widened. Frightened again. Christi couldn't help herself any longer. She
advanced quickly on her bare feet. Fairly running across the room.
Grimacing as she stepped across the wet carpet. Christi dropped to her
knees beside the shuddering girl and gathered her into her arms. Sheila
just melted against Christi slowly crying and rocking. Really needing
the comfort. Christi's eyes brimmed as well. Whether in sympathy with
the girl, or just at the situation in general, I don't know. The girls
stayed like that for a while. Just comforting each other. Jane had
slipped to her bare knees beside them. Just silently lending her female
presence and support. It seemed like enough. I watched as Christi
whispered comfort to the girl and softly kissed her hair. Closing her
eyes. Not believing what some women had to go through. Christi was
getting the clamato and other fluids smeared over her bare body as well.
Just from holding the crying girl. Christi didn't appear to even notice
or mind.
I walked over to Jane and drew her away from the other two. I whispered
in her ear. "Listen. I think you two can do better without me around.
That okay?"
Jane turned her head and whispered back. "We'll do what we can. God.
She's a mess."
"Let her use the main bathroom. First door after the stairs. You and
Christi can use it as well. You might need it." I glanced at Christi's
smeared body.
"Give us some time. She's really hurt."
"I know."
"You won't consider letting her go?"
I shook my head.
Resigned Jane nodded. "We'll get her ready. But she's going to need
sleep and no abuse until after she sleeps or you won't be able to keep
her. I don't believe I'm helping you. You're such a bastard."
I stroked Jane's hair and kissed the top of her head. "I know."
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I glanced back at the girls and watched Jane move back to Christi and
Sheila. She knelt and whispered something to the other two. She glanced
back at me in the doorway and nodded.
I slipped out, walked around the hallway and made my way down the
stairs. Amy was still listening to the stereo, quietly humming. I
couldn't make out the tune. Elizabeth was still buried in her book. I
poked my head into the library and she looked up from Revolution France.
"My break over?" she asked with obvious disappointment in her voice. I
think despite the cuffs and their nudity, the women were enjoying this
quiet time. No demands. No pain.
I shook my head. I just wasn't in the mood to play with them. The Sheila
thing had bothered me a bit. Maybe I needed some relaxation as well.
"You hungry?" I asked her.
"A little." I couldn't imagine that she was anything less than ravenous.
"What would you like for lunch?"
"I have a choice?"
"If you'll make lunch and mine."
"What about the others?"
"I'll find out. Just a sec."
I wandered back to the living room where Amy was still stretched out on
the couch, listening to music with her eyes closed. Peaceful. I smiled
to myself and walked over to the stereo. I gripped the volume knob and
suddenly turned it up and immediately back down. Even I could hear the
music suddenly blare through the headphones. Amy just about jumped
through the roof. Her eyes flew open, she screamed and her cuffed hands
rose frantically to her head, her fingers scrabbling at the source of
her panic. The headphones finally fell from her ears and she looked
around the room wildly. Her gaze fell on me, laughing hysterically by
the stereo. I think I really needed some release. Such a childish thing
to do.
Before I knew it, Amy was off the couch and approaching me. I couldn't
help myself laughing. She slowly advanced on me. Yelling something. I
couldn't make it out over my laughing. My stomach hurt.
She finally got herself to me. This small girl. Naked and cuffed. Trying
her best to keep a straight face and affect anger. I managed to stop
laughing and tried my best to look at her face without smirking.
Her lips quivering, trying to keep herself from laughing, she managed to
get out an admonishment.
"You think that was funny?"
Just before I burst out laughing, she raised her small fists and began
to ineffectually pound them against my chest. The cuffs making the job
much harder on her. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I just about
collapsed on the floor. I was holding my stomach and crying. This poor
girl. I could hear her laughing as she mock hit me.
Finally, she gripped my shoulder with her hands and managed to pull me
to the floor. Not like I could resist a lot. I vaguely heard Elizabeth
wander into the room and remark.
"What the hell is going on in here? Hmmmmm?"
By this time Amy had managed to straddle my chest. Pinning me down. Her
bare body looking luscious as she wrestled with me.
She pretended to choke me. Not really threatening me. Just playing.
"Listen to me, you brat," she hissed at me. "That wasn't funny. I could
have had a heart attack."
I just couldn't stop laughing. I felt Elizabeth's weight come down on my
legs. I heard her voice distantly.
"What did he do to you?"
I managed to control the laughter for another moment. Enough to hear Amy
speaking over her shoulder to Elizabeth.
"There I was. Quietly listening to AC/DC. Minding my own business.
Enjoying myself for the first time in like three days. And this turkey
sneaks in and turns up the stereo to like eleven. I just about had a
freaking heart attack. And this bozo," I felt her fists hit me again,
"thinks it's hilarious."
I began to laugh again. Shaking the bare girls sitting on me.
I managed to gasp out. "It was freaking hilarious. You should have seen
yourself."
I could feel Elizabeth begin to laugh as well. It was infectious.
Finally Amy just gave up and just let herself laugh. Falling across me.
Nearly smothering me with her bare breasts.
Finally, the giggles nearly left us.
"All I wanted was to find out what you wanted for lunch."
I could feel Amy begin to giggle again. I felt Elizabeth roll off my
legs and just sit cross-legged beside us stupid people. At last the
giggles were spent. My stomach hurt. But I felt better. I gently pushed
Amy until she gave up and rolled off me. The bare girl just lay back on
the floor and tried to stop her laughing. Tears were streaming from her
eyes and she brushed at them with her bound hands. There was a shine and
a smile on Elizabeth's face.
I sat up.
Elizabeth looked at the two of us with a mocking severe look on her
face.
"You two quite finished yet?"
I nodded. But the question managed to get a few more giggles out of Amy.
"If you two idiots are done with your giggling, I'm hungry. What am I
making?"
Amy managed to gasp out. "I'm famished. Please. How about a Club
sandwich."
I looked at Elizabeth. "You know how to make a Club sandwich?"
She gave me a withering stare. "I was a waitress in a former life. I can
make a Club sandwich. Geez."
I had no idea what any of the girls did in real time. Except maybe Jane.
She was probably a high school student. Amy was probably a college
student. But that didn't preclude employment I suppose.
I smiled at Elizabeth. "Go on. Careful though. Polly, the cook is in
there. Don't let her surprise you. Make six sandwiches. Okay?"
Elizabeth gave me an odd look and carefully rose to her bare feet. To
her count there was only five of us. I guess she'd find out about the
newest addition to our family soon.
I looked down at Amy, still gasping for breath on the floor. Her bare
breasts rising and falling erratically. She opened her eyes.
"You are such an idiot." Her belly convulsed a couple more times as she
tried to control the impulse to laugh. She finally succeeded. I lay back
down beside her on the floor.
"I needed that." I remarked to her. "Sorry that you were the victim."
"You're sorry?" she was completely incredulous.
"Yeah. It was childish."
"You torture me for hours on end and you're not sorry, and you deafen me
as a prank and you are. I'll never figure you out." Amy rose up on her
elbow and looked at me. She scrambled over to me. Pressed her bare body
against my clothes. "I sort of liked it up there. More comfortable than
the floor." She struggled a bit but managed to get herself back up on
top of me. Her weight didn't bother me. She was light enough.
Her face hung inches above mine. She ducked her head and gave me a quick
kiss on the lips. Traced my lips with her tongue. She gave me a quick
kiss on the tip of the nose.
"Your slave Amy, thanks you," she whispered to me.
"For what?" I was completely confused.
"She needed the laugh too. It felt good. Though her stomach hurts, now."
I nodded and she smiled. She worked her body down a bit so that she was
lying further down me. Her bare crotch pressed at my jeans. I could feel
myself reacting to her. My legs were apart, hers were lying easily
between mine. She had extended her arms above head. Almost cradling my
head between her arms. Having trouble lying on her front with handcuffs.
Her head lay on my chest just under my chin. Her hair smelt wonderful.
She lay quietly. Not making any other sexual movements. Just lying
there. Breathing hard.
"You're welcome," I murmured to the girl on my chest.
We lay there like that for perhaps fifteen minutes. Amy didn't stir. I
was beginning to think that she had fallen asleep, but she raised her
head immediately as Elizabeth wandered in.
"Sandwiches are ready."
"Lunch time!" Amy announced from her perch. Elizabeth kind of gave us a
weird look, I guess meaning the position. Amy hiked herself up me again,
making me stir. She gave me a big kiss right on the lips and rolled off
me. Bouncing to her feet.
I slowly sat up. Realizing that I was breathing easier without her
weight on my chest. Not that I minded. I looked up at the standing
girls.
"Why don't you bring three sandwiches out here. You can continue what
you were doing before I so rudely interrupted you."
The girls looked like they were in shock that I wasn't going to torment
them with their lunch, but hurried to obey. Elizabeth returned with two
plates and handed one to me.
"You sure?" she asked me.
"What?"
"You're going to let me go back and read and eat alone?"
"Yeah?"
"Not going to make Amy feed me?"
"Elizabeth. Do you want me to?"
Her eyes widened and she straightened up. She shook her head and hurried
back to the library while the getting was good. She remarked over her
shoulder, "We should make you laugh more often." I guess she attributed
my being nice to them to my good humour. Truth was, I simply didn't feel
like tormenting them at the moment. Maybe it was the good laugh.
Amy just wandered back to the sofa and stretched out. She placed the
plate on her flat stomach and, giving me a dirty look, carefully brushed
her hair behind her ears and placed the headphones over them. Soon she
had closed her eyes and was gently moving to the music again. Slowly
eating her lunch.
I just shook my head. I couldn't believe the resilience of this girl.
Yesterday she spent the entire day in horrible punishments. In pain. Her
breasts still bore the marks of the crop that I'd used on her. Her
thighs, too. And today, she was laughing and voluntarily kissing me. No
longer even self conscious of her bondage or nudity. Just enjoying her
free time.
I doubted if I'd ever understand the female of the species. I hoped that
Sheila would be as resilient after a good sleep and some loving care
from Christi and Jane.
I ate my sandwich in silence, watching Amy, and thinking.
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Shortly after I'd finished eating, I suddenly heard the faint sound of
water flowing. Sounded like the shower running as heard from a basement.
Like in an old house I used to live in.
I sighed and rose to my feet. I poked my head in on Elizabeth. She
looked up from her book as I entered the library. She had finished her
sandwich and there were only crumbs on the plate.
"Lunch good?"
"Mmm-hmmm. Wouldn't mind some more. And a drink."
"Do you deserve it?"
She blushed a little as she remembered who and where she was. "I don't
know," she whispered. I ultimately controlled when, what and how much
she ate.
I nodded. "Go on. Make Amy another as well. And get us all some milk."
"Milk?"
"Milk."
"But there's some pop in the fridge." She looked at me hopefully.
"Milk."
She nodded. Not wanting to push things. Calcium is good for the girls.
And I quite enjoyed a cold glass of milk. Elizabeth rose to her feet and
pranced out of the library towards the kitchen.
In a few minutes she returned with a plate and a glass of milk in her
bound hands. She placed them in front of me.
"Elizabeth?" She turned around. On her way out for another trip. "I
didn't want another sandwich."
"Oh God. I'm sorry. Please. I just thought that you wanted one too.
Please. You don't have to punish me. I'll eat it."
"That's alright, babe. Just leave an extra in the kitchen. Jane and
Christi can fight over it."
Her face was a mask of relief that I hadn't punished her for the slip.
Normally I probably would have.
"You wanted the milk, right?"
I nodded. Taking a sip. Cold milk. Ahh. I watched as Elizabeth made two
more trips. Bringing Amy her second sandwich and then bringing herself a
glass of milk to go with her sandwich which I'd just slid across the
table to be in front of her. I watched as she tasted it and grimaced.
"You don't drink milk?"
"Not in a long time. Can't stand the taste."
"It's good for you. And I want you to drink it."
"I will."
I rose as she took another sip. I downed the rest of my milk in one long
swallow. Elizabeth watched me with undisguised envy. Really wishing that
she liked the taste of the liquid as much as I.
"Behave yourselves down here. 'kay?"
"When don't we?"
I raised my eyebrows and she just lowered her eyes quickly and resumed
reading.
Leaving Elizabeth in peace, I wandered back out to the main foyer and
the staircase leading upstairs. As I walked slowly up the stairs I could
hear the shower more clearly. I could smell the clean odor of soap and
steam as I approached the huge bathroom. The girls were talking softly
in there. The door only half closed. It sounded as if all three were in
the shower together.
There were two sets of wet reddish footprints on the white carpet of the
hallway. Bare feet. Heavier the closer to the business room they got;
very faint by the bathroom at the other end of the hallway. I looked at
them. Christi's and Sheila's feet, I was guessing. I was willing to bet
that Jane had been careful to avoid stepping in the large red stain in
the business room.
I entered the large bathroom without bothering to knock. These women no
longer had anything to hide from me. As I suspected all three were in
the shower. The doors were opaque but I could easily see the three
female forms moving around. Washing each other. Enjoying the cleansing
of the hot water.
I sat up on the counter and listened.
"God, he got you good, didn't he?" Christi's voice.
Sheila murmured something back. Something like, "Yeah, the fucking
bastard." I heard Jane gasp and Sheila again spoke up. "It will fade in
a couple of days."
A few seconds of silence.
"He keeps you naked all the time?" Sheila's musical voice drifted out of
the shower. It was hard to tell to which of the girls she was talking.
"Lately he's been letting me and Christi wear robes. But I wouldn't
count on him letting you wear anything."
"Nudity is better than corsets and high heels any day. Trust me. You've
been with him for days?"
"Yeah."
"Why haven't you attacked him?"
"Why didn't you attack Mayer?"
"I guess. Couldn't you escape?"
"Why didn't you run from Mayer?"
"Because of my brother."
"You can't escape this guy. Please Sheila, you have to listen to me. You
can't get away. I've watched it happen so many times. Me. Others. He
just stops you in your tracks and holds a gun on you. Or worse your
family. You always end up doing what he says. You wouldn't like what
happens to you if you try to escape."
"He won't hurt me if I don't try to escape?"
I heard Jane sigh. "Sheila, honey, I can't guarantee that. He likes
hurting girls. I don't know why. But he's not malicious about it, like
that asshole in the other room. He wants to see something. You don't
want to do it. Problem is, he can make you do it. And it is so much
easier and less painful if you just do it the first time. Believe me. He
can be kind."
"W-will he rape me?"
"Hold still. I'm trying to get this goddamn clamato out of your hair.
Hold still," Christi chastised the girl.
"I don't know, sweetheart," Jane answered Sheila's question. "He hasn't
raped anyone. Never demanded sex. As far as I know. He hasn't raped me.
And Christi has had sex with him, but I'm not sure you could count that
as rape. Sometimes I've heard women offer sex to him to avoid something.
But he rarely takes them up on it. I've offered myself numerous times
but he's never taken me." Jane conveniently left out the forced lesbian
sex epidemic that was going around.
Sheila sighed at something.
Christi spoke up. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. It's just a bit tender over there. I'm sorry."
Jane spoke to her. "Sheila, honey. You sure you understand? We really
don't want to get into trouble if you decide to make life hard on this
guy. We've been through it. Time and again."
"I'm okay with it. I've been a sex slave for the last three months
already. Another few days aren't going to matter. And he did rescue me
from that monster in the other room. If you two aren't completely off
your rocker then I won't remember it anyway. And if you are wrong then
he's going to get caught soon."
"God, don't we wish," from Jane wistfully.
"I'll behave for now," Sheila promised.
"He's going to tie you up, you know."
"That's okay. You should have seen some of the stuff that I've been
through. One night the fucking bastard decided that I had to sleep
suspended from the ceiling. Upside down. Yeah. I got a lot of sleep that
night. And he didn't even give a crap. Still had to be on duty at five.
He took me down at 4:45, slapped me around to wake me up and then went
back to bed. I'm used to ropes." I could almost hear the shudder in her
voice.
Another long silence. Just the sounds of the girls washing themselves.
"He punished your breasts?" Sheila asked.
Jane answered her. "Yeah. I was dumb though. I disobeyed. He wouldn't
have done it if I'd done what I was told." This wasn't entirely true. I
would have found some excuse to punish Jane's breasts anyway. She
probably knew it as well, but there really wasn't any sense in
frightening the new girl.
"What happened?" I wondered which incident she was going to relate. I
smiled to myself.
"He was tormenting another girl. Badly. And he'd just told me to sit and
watch. I got up and stopped him. He took it out on my breasts. But he
was careful. No lasting marks. Just pure agony for a while. He didn't
send me into some insanity if that's what you are worried about. It
hurt. But it wasn't unbearable. I survived. I'll always survive."
So she picked the Kimberley incident. Or maybe the Amy incident. No, the
Amy incident had been when Jane hadn't whipped Amy when ordered. She
hadn't stopped me from tormenting her. Different story. Must have been
thinking of the Kimberley incident.
"Oh. Will he hit my breasts? God. I remember the first time that fucker
hit my tits. Oh my God, I thought I was going to die. I thought I had
died and gone to hell. That is what it's like. That fucker drew blood. I
couldn't wear a bra for a week. I could barely wear my uniform. I cried
every night after that. He won't do that to me, will he?"
"I doubt it," Christine piped up. "He's pretty careful about going
overboard. I accidentally drew blood when he made me whip another girl
and he urged me to be careful. And though I've seen him leave marks, the
pain generally fades after an hour or so. Whatever he's done. No matter
what a bastard he is. No matter how cruel he seems. He's never punched
or kicked anyone as far as I know. And he doesn't leave any bruises that
we don't put on ourselves."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if your breasts are being whipped and you are tied down, then
you tend to ahhhh struggle a bit. Right? And the ropes can leave bruises
if you pull too hard. But you can't help it. Right? They're usually
small bruises and they tend to fade quickly. At least on me. I don't
think that he finds bruises particularly attractive on a girl."
"I see. God. If I had to be a slave, I'd take your master over mine any
day."
"Me too," Christi piped up.
There was some movement in the tub/shower. The door opened letting out a
cloud of steam. Jane screeched as she stepped out of the shower, not
expecting me just sitting there quietly on the counter.
Christi immediately called out. "What is it, Jane? You okay?"
Jane closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing. "Fuck, you scared
me."
"I'm sorry. I was just waiting for you slowpokes to vacate the shower."
"No. I'm sorry. I guess I'm still not used to having no privacy. God,
you gave me a start. I had no idea you were in here." She looked at me
shrewdly. "How much did you hear."
"I heard you taking cheap shots at me." Jane paled. "But then you
defended me so it all evened out in the end."
Jane began breathing again and reached behind her to shut the shower
door. I handed her a huge bath towel. She began to dry her hair. After
she was done I motioned her out into the hall. Christi and Sheila had
fallen silent after they realized I was in the bathroom with them.
The dripping girl followed me out into the hallway. Soaking the carpet
with the water dripping from her naked body. She continued to towel off
slowly.
"She okay?"
"Mentally, or physically?"
"Both."
"Mentally, she's strong. If she could survive some of the abuse I heard
about, then she should be okay with your brand of abuse. She's getting
better now that she's out from under Dickwad's thumb. Physically, she's
a little worse off. He's raped her. A lot. And you were right, she
bruised badly from those kicks. Christi suspects that she's got a
cracked rib. But I think she'll be alright. The shower helped a lot.
Since we scrubbed her, she has cheered up a lot. She's quite beautiful
underneath all that crap he threw at her. She's got bruises all over.
Her ass. Her back. Her boobs. Her face. Her arms. Legs. You name it. He
got her there. And not lightly. I couldn't imagine what she went through
to get them all. But her body will mend itself. She should be a lot
better if you just let her sleep for a good eight hours. You are going
to get him back for this, aren't you?"
"I am. You want a shot at him?"
"Normally, you know I'm not a violent person. But if you were to order
me to, say, give him a dose of his own medicine, I doubt if I'd risk my
hide and say no." She gave me an evil grin. "You want us to give her
anything to wear? She's going to want something." I shook my head. "I
know. What use are clothes on a woman? I doubt if she's particularly shy
anymore anyway after what she's been through."
"Finish her up. Get her dried off and presentable. Don't bother with
make up for her. I'm just going to put her to bed anyway. Meet me in the
next bedroom. The master bedroom. She'll know which one. Assure her that
I'm not planning on raping her."
Jane nodded curtly and turned on her bare heel. I was proud of her.
She'd had the huge towel the whole time. She'd dried off and then simply
held it at her side. No attempt to wrap it around herself. It would have
covered her small body neck to toe. She disappeared into the bathroom
and I heard her trying to coax the other two out of the shower before
they turned into prunes.
I quickly made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I glanced in on the
girls but they were engrossed in their activities. Elizabeth looked up
from her classic and waved as I passed. Amy didn't even know I'd checked
on her. I assumed that AC/DC had her attention.
In the kitchen, I found four sandwiches sitting on plates sitting on the
kitchen table. Polly, the cook, still stood frozen by the counter
forever pouring tea. I walked over to the refrigerator. Opening it, I
discovered the largest and best stocked fridge I'd ever seen. I grabbed
the milk and set it on the table beside the sandwiches. I had to browse
through the cupboards to find glasses, and eventually found some. I
suppose that I should have gotten Elizabeth to do this for me. After
all, she'd already done this once. She wouldn't have had to search for
things.
I quickly poured a tall glass of milk and returned the milk container to
the fridge. Picking up a sandwich and the milk, I turned and made my way
back upstairs. I detoured on my way up the stairs to pick up three pairs
of handcuffs from the equipment pack. I walked into the master bedroom
and placed the food and the cuffs on the night stand. I lay back in the
bed propped up on the pillows. This bed was far more comfortable than
the hotel bed. I closed my eyes, faintly hearing sounds from the
adjoining bathroom. Soft female voices. The occasional item hitting the
counter.
I may have dozed for a second. I heard a soft throat clear and I opened
my eyes and sat up. The girls had entered the room. They were standing
just inside the door. Radiant. Christi and Jane were standing easily
behind Sheila. They had brushed out their hair until it shone. Their
face bore light makeup and their skin fairly shone. Their nails were
painted a light peach colour. Fingers and toes. Sheila was standing in
front of the other two. The blonde was stunning. Perfect figure. No
attempt to cover her nudity. Even without the heavy make up her face was
like a china doll's. Except for the bruises. I let my eyes run over her
exposed body. She flushed but made no attempt to cover herself with her
hands. Her hands stayed limply at her sides.
I could see the beginnings of a really ugly purple bruise beginning to
form on her left side. Just under her ribs. I could see fainter bruises
on her upper arms. Her neck. Her thighs. Even her face and breasts. I
was sure that she was in worse shape on her backside as well. Despite
all the aches and pains that she was undoubtedly suffering, she still
managed to stand straight and look stunning.
"Sheila, come here."
A look of fright crossed her features, but she took a deep breath. Jane
whispered in her ear and she began to move slowly and daintily towards
the bed. When she made it to the bedside, she slowly sank to her bare
knees and lowered her head. Very submissive posture.
She spoke, "So you are my new master?"
"Shhh. In a minute. Okay?" I turned to the other two girls. "Jane?
Christi? Come here."
They padded over, knowing instinctively that they didn't have to kneel
like Sheila had. They were about to be dismissed.
"Wrists."
Jane began a soft protest but I cut her off with a glance. Her mouth
snapped shut. As I was carefully placing the restraints back on their
wrists, I spoke quietly to them. "You know this isn't a punishment.
Seriously. I want to thank you two for helping Sheila. You did a great
job. She needed you two. Are you hungry?"
The girls nodded. For some reason Christi and Jane were both fighting
back tears. Not sure why. I'd have to ask them later.
"Elizabeth has made Club sandwiches downstairs in the kitchen. They're
good. Pour yourselves some milk. There is a sandwich each plus an extra
she made accidentally. Share the extra between you. You can go back to
what you were doing before I so rudely pulled you away. Enjoy your
lunch. I'll be down for you soon."
Christi looked at me, fear in her eyes. She spoke softly, "Sir? Can I
speak?"
I nodded reassuringly to the frightened girl.
"Please. The milk."
"What about it. It's good for you."
"Oh God. I know. And I love it. But, please. It doesn't love me."
"Allergic?"
She nodded. Tears almost falling but she fought them back.
"Truly?"
"Yes sir."
"Alright. You can have water instead. That better?"
"Thank-you." I suspect that she was remembering the peanut butter
incident where I'd forced her to eat it despite her intense dislike for
it. But this was different. She was allergic to the stuff. I needed
Christi sick like I needed a sudden flood. "One more thing?" she was
feeling a little braver since I'd allowed her to drink water instead.
"What is it?"
"Please sir. Sheila. She. She's hurt enough for today. Please don't hurt
her. If you need to hurt someone, I'll take it for her. Okay?"
I nodded. I had no intention of hurting the girl kneeling on the carpet.
Christi was right, she'd had more than enough for the day. "Go on. Go
eat."
Jane and Christi both turned and I heard them make their way slowly down
the hallway. Finally I could just sense the vibrations from their bare
feet through the house as they descended to the first floor and to their
meals.
I turned back to the girl kneeling nude on the floor. She was shaking
like a leaf. Tears brimming in her eyes, but not falling. She was
looking up at me. I smiled at her, trying to put some warmth and
kindness behind it. Unlike her former master.
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