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Chapter 71
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I just sat up on the bed and gazed at the new girl. Her eyes were
lowered and she just knelt quietly and suffered my scrutiny.
Finally, she spoke softly, "Sir, you aren't going to hurt me are you?"
She sounded so forlorn. So resigned to her fate.
"Sheila, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."
"Wh-what should I call you?"
"I'm not sure. Sir? Master? Hey you?"
I actually saw a smile play along her lips. I could still see a faint
red hand print embedded on her right cheek where she'd been slapped
earlier. It distorted a bit when she struggled to control the smile.
"You don't have a name?"
"Nope. I'm nameless."
"A shadow in the dark? I think I'll stick with Sir or Master. I get
the feeling 'Hey you' will probably get me in trouble."
She was finally looking up at me. Her defenses were beginning to
crumble. I was being careful to be kind to her. She was actually on
the verge of a smile. In her position I doubted if I'd ever smile. I
nodded to her.
"Sheila? I have to admit that you are a sight to see kneeling there,
but why don't you come up here? It's more comfortable."
Her eyes betrayed her fear. "If you don't mind, I'd rather stay here."
Still afraid of rape, I'd wager. She simply didn't want to come up on
the bed with me there. Even if it was infinitely more comfortable than
being on her knees on the floor.
"Sheila. Sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I won't
even touch you." I slid down to the foot of the bed and leaned back
against the foot board. Giving up my spot for the naked female.
The girl warily got to her bare feet and hesitantly walked to the bed
and sat down. Sighing as her bare body sank into the bed.
"Comfortable. Isn't it?"
She nodded. She hitched herself up onto the bed, pulling her bare legs
up onto the coverlet and relaxing back into the pillows. Her bare legs
and feet lying alongside mine, legs together modestly.
"You know. I wasn't even allowed in this room. Gertrude cleaned it
herself. Very private woman. This is the first time I've ever even
seen it."
I thought of Gertrude on display tied to an oak tree in the backyard
in her nightgown and smiled. Private, huh? Sheila didn't miss my quick
smile.
"Something funny?" she asked.
"Just thinking of someone. Relax. You hungry?"
Her eyes darted to the food on the night stand. Her eyes rested
briefly on the handcuffs, but she finally tore them away to gaze at
me. She shook her head. I wasn't too surprised that she wasn't hungry.
"I want you to eat something eventually." I paused. "Sheila. Honey. I
have to handcuff you."
"I know. I'm used to it." Resigned.
"I won't tighten them. They won't hurt."
The girl fought back tears but raised her right wrist. I got off the
bed and wrapped the steel around her slender wrist. This was the most
I'd touched the girl since I'd met her. Her wrist had faint marks on
it. Perhaps the remnants of bruises from a particularly cruel or tight
binding. I closed the cuff carefully and locked it, tested it to make
sure she couldn't slip her hand out from the loose steel and clipped
the other end around the bedpost. She let out an involuntary whimper
but suffered the indignity mostly in silence. Her mind was probably
rushing around to other horrors that had happened to her while she was
helpless and nude; things that weren't going to happen to her this
time.
I pulled one of the decorative desk chairs over to the bedside and sat
down facing her. She just looked at me waiting.
"Sheila, I know this is hard for you. I hope Jane and Christi helped
you understand what is going on."
She bit her lip and nodded. "They were wonderful. I feel so much
better. I really do. And that shower they gave me. I feel. Cleaner. I
think I would have gone nuts if it wasn't for them."
I was actually surprised that she hadn't felt a little uncomfortable
around the other girls. I mean, they had taken a shower together. A
little much for a first date, I would have thought. But the girl was a
bit of an enigma. Who knows what she'd been forced to do. Showering
with a couple of people of her own sex was probably tame compared to
some of the stuff she'd had to do. Maybe this girl just wasn't shy
around other women. Maybe she didn't mind being touched and washed by
another woman. I'd heard that women weren't as paranoid of same gender
touching as men. Perhaps, she'd been traumatized into rejecting males.
I couldn't blame her. Or maybe she was bisexual or lesbian even before
being taken by Mayer. I supposed that I would have to probe more into
this later. It might help me understand her. Like I had a hope of
understand a female anyway, much less a lesbian. But I was curious,
there really wasn't any real evidence that she was homosexual at all,
just my overactive imagination.
"Honey. You have to eat. Okay?"
She nodded. She used her free left hand to pick up the glass of milk.
She downed it in one quick swallow, her throat muscles working at the
fluid. She put the glass back down and took a deep breath. Her breasts
rose up as she filled her lungs with air.
"Thirsty?" I asked, surprised at how fast she drank it.
"Like a desert. Abuse makes you thirsty, don't you know?" She flashed
me a brief smile.
I smiled back at her and watched her pick up the sandwich and nibble
at it.
"I'm going to let you sleep after you eat. You must be tired."
"And achy," she replied around small bites. "Please. Sir. Master. I.
I'm not really hungry."
"Eat half then. You'll be hungry when you wake. You can eat the rest
then."
She continued to eat the half sandwich in her left hand as she was
told. Shortly she finished, but it looked like she almost had to force
herself to eat. She licked at her finger tips and then lowered her
hand to rest easily on her bare belly. I watched as she experimentally
probed the discoloured area of her side with her fingers. She winced
and let her hand fall back to her stomach. That was going to be one
hell of a bruise she was going to be sporting for the next few days.
"Why are you doing this?"
"What?" I was confused by her question. Could have meant any number of
things.
"Why are you keeping me? What are you planning to do with me?"
"Sweetheart. Even I don't know the answer to that."
"You are going to hurt me as well, aren't you?"
"Not like that animal that was keeping you before. And I will let you
go."
"When?"
"I don't know. You won't remember any of this when you return."
"So they tell me. Then what's the point?"
"*I* will remember. Problem with you is that I'm going to be returning
you back to something worse than this reality. I feel bad about
returning you. The others are going back to a better place."
"Please. Don't send me back. You can do whatever you please to me, but
I can't go back." She'd made a similar deal with Mayer. But I doubt if
that occurred to her. She seemed genuinely afraid of Mayer.
Understandably.
"Honey, I have to. Eventually. But, I swear, I'll find some way to get
you out of this when I get back to the main timeline. I'll make sure
that bastard pays for what he's done to you."
Sheila swallowed heavily. Fighting back tears. "O-okay. You aren't
going to hurt me as much as he did are you?"
"No honey. I'm not. Right now, I'm just trying to take care of you.
Not hurt you. You've been through quite enough for the last couple of
months by the sound of it."
"Jane told me. She told me that you could be kind."
"Jane is a good woman. Strong. Like you. Smart."
"You actually respect them in some ways. Don't you?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "Honey, you have to get some sleep."
She hitched herself back down the bed. Extending her right arm to
accommodate the handcuff, lying her blonde head down on her extended
arm. She had turned on her side and drawn up one leg. She looked
almost comfortable despite the restraint on her right hand. She closed
her eyes.
"You don't have to handcuff me, you know. At first I was horrified
that I was moving from one monster to another. God, how I cried. But
if the girls are telling the truth, at least you aren't as bad as that
other asshole. And I'm not going to run. Jane told me that you
actually kept your word. If I obeyed I wouldn't be punished. Mayer,
that fucking bastard, would force me to obey. Usually with promises
that I wouldn't be punished. And then kick the hell out of me anyway.
Please. You don't have to keep me bound. I'm not going anywhere. I
can't."
"I know, sweetheart. I know. It's just a safety and decorative thing.
At least for now. It shouldn't hurt too much."
"It doesn't. It's better than what Mayer made me sleep in."
"Get some sleep. Try to rest."
"I will. And thank-you." I turned to look at her naked, reclining
figure. Puzzled. "For getting me away from him. And being nice to me,"
she continued. "Even if you couldn't let me go."
I bent down and kissed her forehead. She didn't flinch at all, but
merely closed her eyes again. I walked to the door and touched the
light switch. The room fell into a semi-darkened state. I could see
her body moving rhythmically with her breathing and I softly shut the
door behind me. Allowing her to sleep off the horror and abuse of the
morning.
I walked swiftly back downstairs. I checked in on the girls again. Amy
was still quietly listening to her music. Elizabeth was still reading
Dickens. Christi had picked back up the Stephen King/Peter Straub
novel. I found Jane lying back in the sun, delicately eating the last
of her sandwich. She looked up as I approached.
"The sandwich was good."
"You should tell Elizabeth."
"I will."
I sat there watching the bare girl for a moment. "What are you
thinking?" I asked her.
"I was just thinking about Sheila. And what she had to go through.
What she still has to go through when you return her."
"I know. Scary ain't it?"
"You aren't ever going to treat us like that are you?"
"No. Why?"
Tears formed in her eyes. She willed them away. "I couldn't handle
that. She shouldn't be sane. That went beyond cruel, what that asshole
did to her. At least when you are hurting me, I can rationalize. Some
day it will be over and I will forget about it completely and continue
to live my life as though none of it ever happened. She doesn't have
that option."
"Maybe she's not sane."
"She is. Tired. Battered. Frightened. Terrorized. But she somehow
retained her sanity. That guy was going to kill her you know. Still
is, I guess."
"The thought had crossed my mind. Janey, I'll take care of it. When I
restart the world. That bastard is going to be 'discovered'. Don't you
worry your pretty little head. Sheila will be okay. Here and there."
Jane blushed. "Why'd you come down here?"
"Couple of reasons."
"Torment time for the rest of us?"
"Not yet. I came down here because I wanted to talk."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And you talked to me. The others are engrossed in books. And
music."
"You could have forced them to talk."
"Not the same."
"Why else? You want sex?"
I was surprised. "You offering?"
"If you want. You know I will. Don't have much choice."
I shook my head. "'fraid not now. Not in the mood."
"I thought guys were always in the mood."
I just looked at her.
"Might help you take the edge off this," she remarked. She idly arched
her back, thrusting her bare breasts out towards me. This woman was
full of surprises. I felt myself react to her offer, but this wasn't
the time. Later perhaps.
I shook my head. "We've got to deal with our elderly cook out in the
kitchen. And then I have to have a little chat with our judge."
Jane nodded. "I don't believe that you are choosing Polly over me."
She smiled mischievously. "I'll help with our cook. You realize that
you are going to give her a heart attack if you unfreeze her. I'm
assuming that you want her out in the backyard as well."
I smiled. "How the hell am I going to unfreeze her without giving her
heart failure?" I touched Jane's arm. She picked up her plate and
glass in her bound hands and carried them back to the kitchen.
We entered the kitchen and Jane dropped the plate and glass into the
sink. We both regarded Polly. Still oblivious to the people around
her. The nude girls moving in and out. The sex. That was going to
change for her unfortunately.
I reached down and released Jane's hands from her restraints. I sent
her off to get some rope to deal with our cook. Poor old woman. I felt
sorry for her, but I had to move her out of the way. And to do that I
had to slip her into a different timeline. Ours. I'd try and make it
as painless as possible for her.
I guess it had to be done. Soon she'd be obliviously in a slower time
frame and out of all this. I sat on one of the kitchen chairs. I
pulled the gun out of the waistband of my jeans and lay it on the
table. I concentrated, freeing the elderly lady from the time freeze.
She began to pour the tea which she'd been doing when I froze the
world. Her back was still to me.
I let her finish pouring the tea, not wanting to startle her while she
was holding the hot liquid. When she put the teapot down, I spoke to
her, "Polly?"
She whirled around. Far faster than I'd expected. Her accent was
distinctly English, "And who the 'ell might ye be?" Her eyes found the
gun lying on the table immediately. "Aye. Come in to rob the place,
eh?" She laughed. "The Judge will love 'at. 'fraid that I don't 'ave
naught but tea for the likes of you."
No fear. Her calm demeanor surprised me into laughing.
"Polly. My dear. I'm not here to rob you."
"Aye lad. What else you need one of them popguns for? Silly man."
Just then Jane waltzed through the kitchen door. Obviously not aware
that I was going to unfreeze the old woman without her here.
"I got them, Master!" she announced jovially. "Oh shit," she continued
as she saw the old cook standing there. Polly's jaw had just about
dropped to the floor as this naked teenager just walked in like there
was nothing unusual about being unclothed in her kitchen.
In amusement, I watched as Polly's eyes rolled back. Her hand flew to
her breast and she exclaimed a quick, "My word." She promptly began to
sway. Jane dropped the rope and scampered to the tottering old woman.
As she fainted, Jane just reached her and had real trouble lowering
the bigger woman to the floor. I just sat and watched, unable to react
quickly enough to help.
"Ooof." Jane grunted as the woman was laid out on the floor. "Couldn't
wait could you? She weighs a ton. A ton and a half. Way to avoid heart
failure."
"Your fault."
"My fault????" Jane looked at me. Completely incredulous.
"Yeah, I was having a nice conversation with the nice old woman and
you barge in like you own the place. All naked and all. Make her
faint."
Jane gave me a dirty look but checked the woman. Loosened the collar
on her uniform. Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Just a faint. Not
heart failure.
"Like I had a choice," Jane remarked as she worked.
"Come on, what's done is done." I got up and wandered over to where
Jane was. "You take her feet. I'll get her arms." Jane moved around to
where she was told gripping the woman's ankles.
Together we struggled with the woman, dragging her out the door and to
the nearest tree outside. I sat her up with her back against the tree.
I relaxed in the grass as Jane carefully bound the helpless woman to
the tree.
"Not too tight. Doesn't have to be," I instructed Jane.
"I know."
"God she was heavy."
"I told you that," Jane said smirking.
The woman stirred just as Jane was forming the last knot.
"Wh-what?" she began.
I concentrated and she slipped into a different time phase with
Gertrude. They could interact there. At least they had company. Though
it wouldn't be for long. Even if I kept them here a week, they'd only
have time for maybe few sentences. They were moving that slow. I
hardly had to take the precaution of binding them at all.
Jane just looked at me. "That is just so amazing. I'd be really
impressed if you used it for the common good, instead of for enslaving
me."
I smiled at her as we walked back into the house, Jane's bare feet
making a slight trail through the grass in front of me.
Chapter 72
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
As we re-entered the kitchen, Jane picked up her handcuffs from the
table and handed them to me. She raised her wrists, allowing me to
lock her wrists together again. No complaints.
I hesitated before putting them on her.
"Janey? If I don't lock your hands, will you behave?"
"Of course. I've only been telling you that for days."
"No. I mean I think I need your hands free for a while."
Her perception kicked in. "You want me to be there when you deal with
the asshole." A statement.
"You tie better knots than me. You think you can make him
uncomfortable?"
Jane actually smiled. "If you let me tie that jerk up, Christ, I'm
yours forever. He'll be uncomfortable."
I nodded. "That's my girl. Come on."
We practically ran upstairs.
Jane shuddered as we entered the business room. Mayer was still
standing in the same position that I had refrozen him. Technically he
could have moved a couple of millimeters, but I doubted if he even
moved that far. I saw Jane glance at the red puddle on the ground. I
guess I could have returned that piece of carpet back to the prime
timeline. It should clean itself. But I wanted a reminder of this
man's behaviour. I still held Jane's handcuffs in my hands.
I carefully walked to the leather chair, motioning Jane to close the
door and follow me. I vaguely wondered if I should have brought
Christi up as well. She'd want a shot at this guy. I considered it,
but I'd let her have her fun after I had this guy under a semblance of
control. He was going to be a challenge. I figured that he would be a
coward underneath the tough exterior. Far more concerned for his own
skin than anyone else's. I should be able to use that to my advantage.
I pulled the gun out of its impromptu holster and aimed it at Mr.
Mayer. Jane just stood quietly behind the chair. I glanced up and
regarded her face. She was doing her best to control her emotions. But
I could see it in her eyes. Almost rage at this animal in front of us.
She'd talked to Sheila far more than I. She was probably far more
aware of the horrors that had happened here than I was.
"You ready?"
"Let's get him." Jane was ready.
I concentrated and released our judge from his time block. Without
really noticing anything wrong, Mayer continued his turn towards the
closet. Fuming about his now non-existent slave who was peacefully
sleeping in his bed.
"Oh Judge?" I called out softly.
He turned at the sound of my voice. He stopped dead as he saw me
sitting in his chair. I saw his eyes travel to Jane. Eyeing her.
Lingering on her exposed chest. Then the eyes fixed on the gun. This
distraction only held for a second or so.
He exploded. "What the fuck?!?!?!?"
"Sir. I think we should get something straight here. This is a gun." I
let a shot off into the ceiling above his head. Chips of wallboard
shattered across the room. Mayer screamed. "It's loaded. And I won't
hesitate to shoot your balls off if you don't cooperate."
He stood still and glanced around the suddenly small room.
"What do you want? Money? It's in the safe. I'll get it for you." He'd
noticed that Sheila was not in the room but he hadn't mentioned it
yet.
"Sir. I have no interest in your money. At all."
"Then what do you want? How did you get in here? Who's the bitch?" I
felt Jane's fingers tighten on my shoulder.
"You are Judge Evan Mayer. Aren't you?"
"Yeah. Who the fuck are you?" Still not moving.
"Evan. Can I call you Evan? Yes. I suppose I can. I'm the one with a
gun. Evan. I'm getting tired of all this profanity. I don't let my
girls use it idly. And I won't let you."
"In case you hadn't noticed. I ain't one of 'your girls'. Fuck you."
"Evan. I'm going to give you this last warning. You can quit the
swearing, and apologize to Jane, or, and I think I'm being reasonable
here, I can happily shoot you in the elbow. Or perhaps you'd prefer a
bullet in the balls? At this range I doubt if I could possibly miss.
What do you think?"
His face paled and he stammered. "Wh-what. What. What do you w-want?
Please."
"At the moment I want you to apologize to Jane here. The only person
that calls her a 'bitch' is me. And I would only do that if she was
being particularly disobedient. Or I had her acting like a dog. She
has never deserved it. Now apologize to the lady."
He took another look at the gun. "Lady. I apologize."
"That okay Janey?"
"For now." Her voice was like ice. She hadn't met this guy before now.
But she knew him. She was holding herself in check pretty good. She
was good at self-control. Perhaps it was better that I hadn't involved
Christi in this, after all. I'm not sure that she would have the self
control necessary for this situation.
"Now. Evan. You remember that girl you had a moment ago? Sheila was
her name?"
"What have you done with her? Where is that cunt? Is she behind this?"
"Uh-uh." I raised the gun. Let him be very aware of it. "Language
judge. Language. You remember what you liked to do to her? Tie her up?
Had a good time with her, didn't you mister judge?"
"I swear. I'm going to kill her for this."
"You are going to do nothing of the sort. You will do exactly as I say
or you are going to meet some agony that makes what you put her
through seem like a cake walk."
"I never touched that stupid cunt."
"I'm getting really tired of your mouth, Evan."
I glanced up. In the ceiling above his head were two eyebolts. Similar
to the ones I'd used to torment Amy yesterday. Looked like they were
sunk right into the overhead beams. Solid as all hell. Probably Sheila
had discovered the hard way what they were good for. I felt a pang of
empathy for the sleeping girl.
"Evan. I'm going to have Jane here do something to you that you
probably did to Sheila. That's fair isn't it? Turnabout and all that?
You won't like it, but if you don't resist you can keep your joints.
Sound fair?"
Fear began to enter into his eyes. I think he was beginning to sense
the depth of the anger that was present just below my calm. And he was
frightened.
"You can't be serious. Who sent you?"
"You are going to let Jane tie you to those eyebolts above you. Aren't
you Mr. Judge?"
"The hell I am."
"Do you like your elbows and knees, Mr. Mayer? I hear that a bullet in
each is an extremely slow and painful way to die. I hear that you
might even deserve it."
Evan paled again. "Can't we talk about this? Man-to-man. Get rid of
the bitch ... I mean, lady, and we can sort something out. It's pretty
obvious that we are alike."
"We can talk. But I want you immobilized. For my safety and that of
Jane. The 'bitch' is staying right here. One more slip and I swear to
god I will make you so regret it. She's a lady. Got it?"
"Okay. Okay," he mumbled.
"Jane?"
"Gladly," she muttered. "Can I gag him too?"
"Tie him. But don't gag him. Not yet."
Jane walked up to the man, her bare feet whisking along the carpet, a
vision of cool efficiency. As she reached for his right wrist, he
moved like a cat, grabbed her wrist and twisted her against him, using
her as a shield. Jane screamed. He grabbed her hair in his other hand.
Her head bent to the side, trying to ease the pressure on her scalp.
Involuntary tears formed in her eyes from the pain.
"Now. You ain't going to shoot me through your bitch. Are you big man?
Now drop the fucking gun. Or I swear, I'll break her fucking neck."
I was expecting this. Jane wasn't. She had gone completely white. Her
body shaking. I could still see the anger burning in her eyes just
behind the fear. I idly wondered how many times this guy had tried to
rip the hair from Sheila's scalp.
"Evan," I remarked casually. Still speaking calmly. "I'm not afraid of
killing her to get to you. She simply doesn't matter to me that much,"
I lied smoothly. "But if I have to kill that innocent little woman to
get at you, I swear I'll make a bullet in your joints seem like
heaven. It's not that I particular care if she lives or dies, it's
just that she's been good today and I really don't want to mark her
beautiful body. She doesn't deserve it. Not something you would care
about, I know. You fucking animal."
I easily narrowed the time bubble around his body. Isolating it from
the time continuum, slowing just his body space back to a rate where
he couldn't hurt Jane any further. Jane felt a slight tingling at the
proximity of the slower phase but she was still free of the time
freeze. Despite the time shift, she couldn't get out of his frozen
grip, and she began to cry. Shaking. Really not wanting to be in his
embrace. Not wanting to be the hostage. I couldn't blame the
frightened woman.
"Relax, sweetheart. You're doing fine. I was expecting this out of the
fucker." I was really angry. I actually debated just putting a bullet
into his knee for the hell of it. I just couldn't bring myself to do
it despite my threats. Perhaps later. After I'd calmed down. I had to
get control of this. Losing control with this guy could be dangerous.
"E-easy for you to say. You're not the one being used as a bullet
shield." She closed her eyes. Still crying and shaking softly. "You
wouldn't have shot me, would you? I've been good."
"I won't let anything happen to you, sweetheart. I swear it. Watch
this. I'm going to enjoy this." I sneered at the coward using the
woman to shield himself. So ineffectively.
I walked up behind the jerk and pressed the barrel into the base of
his skull. I wound my arm around his throat holding his head and my
gun firmly together and choking him for good measure. I released him
from the time freeze.
"Now. Release the girl. Slowly. And I mean, now. I swear you've
strained my patience about to the breaking point. You wouldn't want me
to SNAP would you?"
He jumped, almost making me pull the trigger. From his perspective,
I'd just disappeared from the chair and suddenly appeared behind him.
Like magic. Must have shocked the hell out of him. I watched as he
slowly released Jane. First the hair, then the arm. Jane shuddered and
pulled away from the grasp of the former judge. He raised his hands,
like in the movies. Letting me see them.
"Oh God. Oh God. I don't want to die."
"You will want to die when I'm done with you. You have no idea what
that little stunt cost you."
"H-how did you do that?"
"Doesn't matter. Jane. You still have a task to do."
She shuddered. Not even wanting to touch the guy after her ordeal. I'd
let her get even soon enough. She silently obeyed. Evan pleaded with
me as Jane began to wrap the ropes around his wrists. She wasn't
gentle with the knots. This was definitely one rope job I wasn't going
to have to check. I felt him wince as she tightened the ropes.
She retrieved the desk chair and stood up on it, feeding the ropes
through the eyebolts. He didn't resist as she snaked them to each side
of the room and tied them off to other rings set in the walls. I felt
him test the bonds as she tied them off. He was going nowhere fast.
She played cowgirls and Indians with her brother. I felt sorry for the
kids she played with.
I released Evan's throat and allowed Jane to back off from him. I
walked back to the chair and sat down, idly turning the weapon over in
my hands.
When I glanced up, I could see Evan, still standing in the middle of
the room, his arms extended above him, stretched apart by the ropes
running through the eyebolts. His gaze was fixed on Jane who was
standing a little uncomfortably beside my chair. His eyes held
undisguised desire. Imagining what he'd do to Jane, if only she were
his. I shuddered along with the naked woman beside me.
I looked at Evan again. "Give me one good reason that I shouldn't
shoot you right now."
"Oh Christ. Oh God. I don't want to die." His eyes had torn away from
Jane's nudity and returned to the threat at hand. Me.
"That isn't a very good reason."
"Oh shit. You can't just kill me."
"Sure I can. Easy." I raised the gun, aiming at his forehead.
"I have a family. Please. Why are you doing this?"
"Who was the girl?" I changed direction. Kept him mentally off
balance.
"What have you done with her?"
"I'll ask the questions. Who was she?"
"Just some worthless cunt." He actually saw her this way.
I motioned for Jane to come closer. I gathered her into my lap and she
gratefully sat down for the interrogation.
"Sir. I believe her name is Sheila."
"Fuck you. She's mine."
"Actually, she's mine now. And I'm treating her a lot better than you
ever did."
"I never touched a hair on her head."
"What's that stain?" I asked him.
"It's her blood," he sneered. God I was going to enjoy watching the
girls go at him.
"I thought you never touched her," I was calm.
"What are you? A fucking cop? Did that goddamn whore bitch call the
fucking cops?"
"I, sir, am your worst fucking nightmare. By the end of this, you are
going to wish I was only a cop."
"You can't do this to me. I have fucking rights. Arrest me."
"Evan. Evan. Evan. If I were a cop, would I be arresting people with
this along for a good time?" I pointed to Jane.
His eyes registered the truth of that. "That bitch brought you in. I'm
going to kill her." Meaning his former slave, Sheila.
I just looked at him. A strange calm on my face. "I'd be surprised if
she doesn't torture *you* to death first."
His face paled at the implication. He began to plead.
"Please. I have money. I can get it for you if you just let me out of
these damn ropes. I'll pay you triple whatever she's giving you. I'll
do anything."
"Anything?"
He began to shake. Nodded. I just sat there. Waiting. Jane patiently
sat in my lap. Fascinated.
"Whose the girl? Jane you called her?" Mayer was interested in Jane.
He was ready to try reasoning with me again. He'd calmed down.
"She's mine as well," I answered his query.
"Yours. So she's your slave? You and I. Maybe we have something in
common."
I humoured him.
"Maybe."
"You keep cunts as well. Right?"
I nodded. "Ladies," I patiently corrected his vernacular.
"We're not so different. Sheila is ... was ... mine. Maybe we can make
a deal or something. We could ... have fun ... together. You and I."
"Evan. Let me explain something to you. I keep women. I even torment
them. I enjoy it. But never. Ever. Think that you and I are alike."
"You can keep Sheila. I swear it. You can do anything you want to her
if you let me go."
"Can I kick the hell out of her?"
"Of course."
"Can I punch her in the head?"
"Sure. I've blackened her eyes a couple of times. It's a bit harder
because she has to wear dark glasses for a while, but it's so
satisfying. I indulge in it once in a while."
"Can I whip her until she passes out?"
"Of course."
"I can make her fuck me?"
"Cunt and ass. Until she bleeds. No problem. Best blowjobs in the
world. Nothing like a crying woman giving you head. And even if she
bleeds you don't have to stop. Better lubrication." He smiled and
laughed. At some memory of his terror. He pulled against the ropes
holding him. "Please. Just let me down. We can have fun together with
her." His eyes narrowed shrewdly. "Maybe we could trade for a while?"
Eyeing the young beauty perched in my lap. I felt Jane shudder just a
little, but she managed to fix him with a stare of pure hatred hiding
the disgust. She knew that Mayer would never touch her.
"Can I kill her?" I asked. Ignoring his 'trade' offer for now.
"Slowly if you want. I've had to get rid of girls before. It isn't a
problem. Have you ever killed a helpless woman before? It's quite a
rush." Add murder to the list.
"See Evan. We aren't alike at all. You see. I wouldn't do that to
Sheila. I might punish her for disobedience. And I will play with her.
But that amount of pain isn't necessary. Further. If our positions
were reversed. I would be smart enough to realize that I didn't have
anything to bargain with. You see. I already have Sheila. She's mine
now. I can do everything I mentioned and more. Without letting you
down. You know that. Right now she's sleeping peacefully. But if I
wanted to, I could wandering into *your* bedroom and screw her silly
in your own bed. I could kill her if I wanted to. I don't, but that's
beside the point. Not a thing you could do about it. I could do the
same to Jane here. And I certainly don't need your permission. I don't
need you. Period. And I would never, ever, let you get your filthy
paws on any of my girls. Especially Jane here. She deserves better
than you. She deserves better than *me*."
Evan swallowed heavily at the tirade.
"What are you going to do to me?" Realizing he'd lost. Bigtime.
"Well. I haven't quite decided yet. But I'm sure that Jane and Sheila
could think of tons of stuff. Especially Sheila. But she's sleeping
right now. When she wakes, we'll see what's going to happen to the
great judge Mayer. Doesn't everyone love a mystery?"
I gently pressed my fingers into Jane's bare side. She obediently
slipped off my lap and knelt quietly on the floor. Still glancing at
the bound man with hate in her eyes. I could see that he was in for
some real trouble with Jane. She was going to be taking out more than
her anger at him. If I wasn't completely mistaken, she was going to be
transferring all the pain, all the guilt, all the horror that I'd
inflicted on her into this as well. Evan was going to suffer not only
for his crimes, but mine. That didn't particularly bother me. It's not
like I was fond of the asshole.
I got up out of the chair and walked over to Evan, my face just
centimeters from his. His eyes were wide and scared. I pressed the gun
against his left elbow. He closed his eyes, pleading with me.
Babbling.
"You are such a fucking animal, it disgusts me," I hissed at him.
"This is my shot. For Sheila, and any other women you've had over your
lifetime." Instead of shooting him, I drove my left fist hard into his
stomach. He sagged in the ropes. Struggling for breath. Hanging from
his bound wrists.
When he finally recovered and got his feet under himself, I moved back
to his face. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, and his mouth was set
in a determined line.
I continued. "That was the last time I'm going to touch you. But I'd
get ready for the girls. I have a bad feeling that they aren't going
to be as kind to you. Think about it. And while your stomach recovers
consider how many times Sheila felt exactly like this."
I turned away from the gasping pathetic excuse for a man and helped
Jane to her bare feet. Without another glance at him, I guided her
back to the door and we slipped out. She spat at him as we passed. I
wasn't watching so I have no idea if it hit him or not. I didn't care.
I heard his voice just as we slipped out. "We are alike, you know."
We'd see about that.
I softly closed the door to the business room. Jane stood up on her
tiptoes and kissed my cheek.
"You were wonderful in there. So calm. You scared the hell out of *me*
and I wasn't the one in ropes. For a change. God. I hope to god I
never piss you off that badly. He doesn't know what hit him."
"You'll get your chance at him. I promise."
"I can do anything?"
"Yeah. I'm going to let you, Christi and Sheila convince him that it
isn't nice to do what he does in real life. I'm going to let him think
about it for a while first though."
"Oh God. This is one time I'm not going to fight you when you want me
to hit someone."
Chapter 73
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I poked my head into the master bedroom as we passed. Sheila was still
fast asleep in the bed. She'd pulled the covers over her as best she
could with her one free hand. She'd tucked the cover up under her
chin. Her slow, steady breathing visible even through the covers. The
covers hadn't quite covered her legs and feet. And with her right
wrist bound to the bedpost, she probably couldn't fix it herself. I
slipped in and arranged the cover to cover her bare legs and feet. She
mumbled something in her sleep, but didn't wake. I returned to the
hallway.
I silently closed the door, letting her sleep. Jane and I walked back
to the main floor in silence. We stopped at the base of the stairs.
"Wrists."
"Please. You don't need to ..." she began and then realizing the
futility of that decided to simply raise her arms for me. I slipped
the steel bands closed around her wrists. In resignation, she simply
let them fall in front of her.
"Just feeling antsy."
"Uh-oh."
"Don't worry. Your skin isn't in danger. Need you fresh for our friend
Evan. You feel like relaxing for a while?"
"What did you have in mind?" She smiled mischievously.
"Not that. Go on. Go back to your patch of sun."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I'm offering myself to you, and you are sending me to my patch of
sun? Goddamn. I'll never figure out the male of the species. What are
you going to do?"
"I think I'm going to go off and play with Amy and Elizabeth."
"Oh. God help them."
I aimed an easy slap at her bare ass but she twisted and got it on her
thigh instead. She yelped. She stuck out her tongue and scampered back
to the dining room and her bay window.
I walked back into the living room. Amy was still listening to music.
I walked over to her and gently lifted the headphones from her head.
She looked up and smiled at me.
"At least you didn't deafen me this time."
"You ready?"
"For what?"
I slipped the headphones over my ears. Thunderstruck pounded into my
head. You've been ... THUNDERSTRUCK. I slipped the headphones off my
head and looked at her quizzically.
"What?" she asked. Completely confused.
"Thunderstruck?"
"Yeah." She smiled at me.
"Never would have figured you for that kind of music."
"I wouldn't have guessed you'd recognize it either."
"You ready?"
"I guess. Where are we going?" I guided the naked girl to her feet.
"Oh no. Playing?"
I nodded.
"Wrists."
She obediently gave me her wrists. I unlocked the left wrist and
pulled her arms behind her. I relocked them.
"You don't have to ..." but she trailed off when she noticed that her
hands were going to be bound behind her no matter what she thought of
the situation.
I guided the pouting girl to the library. Elizabeth and Christi looked
up from their respective books and noticed Amy with her hands bound
behind her.
Christi spoke up. "Break over?"
"Not for you. You are going to need your strength for later."
"I am? How's Sheila?"
Noting the way the conversation was going, Elizabeth put on a resigned
face and gently closed her book. Carefully marking her spot. I
continued to speak to Christi while I recuffed Elizabeth's proffered
wrists behind her.
"Sheila is sleeping pretty soundly. She'll be alright. If she wakes
up, you or Jane should go and make sure she's alright. Try to get her
to rest. She needs it. By the way, you have an appointment with the
Judge later."
"Oh God." She gasped. Misunderstanding. Thinking that I was going to
let the judge have her for a while.
"No. No. Perhaps I should rephrase that. The Judge has an appointment
with you. And Jane. And Sheila. I'm guessing that he ain't going to
like it much. For now, keep out of that room. Okay?"
"Other than that and these," she rattled her handcuffs, "I'm free?"
"Yup."
"Thank-you," she whispered.
By this point, Elizabeth's wrists were securely fastened behind her.
Her face registered disappointment, but she knew better than to
complain.
I took Elizabeth and Amy by the arms and gently walked them to the
front hall. I opened the front door and walked the two of them out
into the bright sunshine. Amy was bouncing her hands behind her,
purposely making the chain between her wrists jingle. I sort of liked
the effect.
We walked through the gardens with the girls silent in front of me,
their bare feet walking free on the path to the front gate.
When we reached the front gate, Elizabeth's curiousity got the better
of her.
"Master? May a girl speak?"
I smiled. I was wondering how long her curiousity would be held in
check. "Sure." I answered the bare girl. She'd stopped walking and she
was facing me.
"Whose Sheila?"
I almost laughed. I guess I was so used to the fact that Sheila was
around, that I hadn't considered that Amy and Elizabeth both didn't
even know of her existence.
"A new girl."
"Five of us now?"
"Sort of. I doubt if I'll keep her."
"Lucky her."
They didn't know the circumstances here. I sobered. "Not really." I
refused to say any more. Noticing my change of mood, Elizabeth wisely
changed the direction of the conversation.
"Can a girl ask where are we going?" Elizabeth spoke again as we
passed through the gate.
"You'll know when we get there."
Elizabeth sighed as I guided the women to the left. Amy followed in
silence.
Actually I hadn't planned on taking them too far. Just to the
neighbour's. However, with the size of the lots in this area of the
city, it took us about ten minutes to make our way to the next house.
But we weren't walking very fast. The girls enjoying the sun on their
bare skin.
I stopped the girls in front of a much more modest house than the home
we had just left. It was a two story house, painted yellow, but
without the grounds or obvious wealth associated with the last house.
As we approached the front door, Amy spoke up. "Why are we here?"
I answered her. "Just exploring."
"You aren't going to hurt us?"
"Not yet, darling. Not yet."
Elizabeth shivered.
The mailbox read, 'The Johnsons'. I tried the front knob. Locked. I
idly wondered if anyone was home or not. I left the two bound girls on
the front porch and wandered around the back of the house. The gate
was unlocked. The house had a large backyard bordered on one side with
a stone wall, facing the Mayer residence. The Johnsons had a small
swimming pool and a back deck. Modest. I tried the back doors. They
were standard glass patio doors. Locked as well.
I wandered back into the yard and found a large rock. Not elegant, but
I couldn't see any way for my time abilities to help me get into a
locked house directly. I threw the rock through the back door. Glass
all over the place; on the deck, on the kitchen floor. I carefully
picked my way through the jagged glass and into the house. I
concentrated and removed the time bubble from around the door. The
glass magically reattached itself and mended the door. End of glass
problem. I would normally have just left the destruction, but the
girls would have been in some serious danger in their bare feet. And I
had no intention of punishing them by making them walk over broken
glass nor was I about to allow them shoes.
I glanced around the kitchen. It was a nice size. There was a pretty
woman working at preparing some meal on the counter. Twenty something.
Perhaps very early thirties. I walked through the house and opened the
front door from the inside.
Elizabeth and Amy were still waiting quietly on the front porch,
sitting on the rail.
"I heard a crash." Elizabeth spoke to me.
"Back door."
She looked down at her bare feet as she stepped across the threshold.
"Glass?"
"I cleaned it up. Your pretty toes will be fine."
"And here I was thinking you were finally going to let me wear shoes."
I laughed. Amy smiled at me as she stepped inside.
"Anyone home?"
"There's someone in the kitchen."
I took the pack from Elizabeth's bound fingers and rummaged. Finally I
selected a short length of chain and connected Elizabeth's and Amy's
wrists with it and a pair of padlocks. The girls stood quietly back to
back. I ran the chain into the front closet locking it to the hanging
bar. The girls watched all this in silence. When I was done, Elizabeth
spoke up. "Proud of yourself?"
"Yeah. Actually."
"You realize that we'd have stayed where ever you put us without the
need for any of this."
"Yup."
"Why then?"
"I wanted to."
"I see." But she still didn't understand. I guess I couldn't blame
her.
I turned away from the girls and walked up the stairs. I could hear
Amy and Elizabeth softly talking as I moved away. Not much else to do
when you are chained up.
I wandered through the house. No surprises like at the Mayers. No
locked rooms. No hidden abused sex slaves. Nobody else home. The last
door on the right held a small child. Asleep. Less than a year old
certainly. There was a huge poster on the wall above the child's crib
with a picture. Like what you could get at the photo development
places. Blown up to poster size with a likeness of the kid. The word
across the bottom, in fancy script, was 'Autumn'. Didn't quite know
what that was all about.
I closed the door and wandered back to the women.
"Anything interesting?" Amy spoke. "Please. Can't you let us out of
this?" She rattled her wrists against the chains. "We'll be good. I
promise."
"How good?"
"I'll do anything you want. You know I will."
"Would you threaten an infant?"
"Huh?"
"If I gave you a knife. Would you threaten an infant?"
"You have to be joking."
"Not really hurt it. Just pretend like you would."
"Whatever for?"
"Would you?"
"I guess. As long as you didn't ask me to really hurt it. That I
couldn't do." She was serious. She'd take whipping until she died, but
she wouldn't hurt a child. That was fine. I didn't want or expect her
to.
"Hmmm. Wait here." I was actually surprised that she agreed to do it
this easily. Perhaps her lesson from yesterday had sunk in.
"Where am I going to go?"
The girls went back to whispering. Probably trying to figure out what
the hell I was up to.
I wandered back to the kitchen where the woman was working at
preparing that food. I laid the gun out on the kitchen table and sat
in a chair. I concentrated and released the woman from the time
freeze.
"Ms. Johnson, I presume?"
She whirled at the sound of my voice. A large knife held out in front
of her.
"Wh-who the hell are you? How did you get in here?"
"Who I am is unimportant. I broke in." I smiled, thinking about how I
had quite literally broken in. I was still somewhat amazed that the
doors were back to an intact position. Or more correctly, a more
intact time. This time stuff really took some getting used to.
The woman began to shake from the adrenaline rush I'd given to her.
"Wh-what do you want?"
"I just want to talk."
"We don't have anything in the house. I swear it. Please just go."
"What's your name?"
"Why?" Her eyes followed as I idly picked up the gun. "Karen. I'm
Karen Johnson. Please," she quickly blurted out at the sight of the
gun.
"Why aren't you at work, Karen?"
"I'm on maternity leave. Please what do you want?"
"Your son or daughter upstairs?"
"Oh God. Please," she began to scream. "AUTUMN. Oh God. What have you
done to her?"
I tried to calm the frantic woman. "Calm down. I haven't touched her.
That's her name. Autumn? That's very nice."
"Oh God. Oh God. Please don't. Please. Why?"
"Karen. You'll wake her up." I lied.
"What the hell do you want? You bastard." Karen began to advance on me
with her knife. "I swear. If you hurt her. I swear to God. I'll kill
you."
"I'm not going to hurt her. But you might want to reconsider coming
any closer with that knife. You wouldn't want Autumn to be motherless,
would you?" Her eyes widened. "Come on, Karen. Bringing a knife to a
gunfight?"
"Oh God. Please what do you want? I'm so frightened."
"I know you are. Karen. You have to listen to me. Put the knife down."
She closed her eyes. Realizing the futility of the situation. She
carefully put the knife down on the counter.
"You are going to rape me. Aren't you?"
"Is that what you think?"
"Why else would you be here? We don't have anything." Her eyes lit up
as she lied to me. "Listen. You know my husband is coming home. Right?
Soon. It's only fair to warn you."
Even if I hadn't stopped time, I would know she was lying. I idly
wondered if there even was a husband. I'd find out.
I just sat there quietly thinking. The woman stood in her kitchen, her
eyes darting around trying to determine if she could escape or not
safely. Get to her child.
"Karen?"
"Yes," she answered a bit dully from the other side of the kitchen.
"You can't escape. At least not without getting really hurt. You don't
want to piss me off. Do you? Will you do what you are told?"
"I don't know. Depends on what you want me to do."
"Will you take off your clothes for me?"
"I. I guess. Please. I don't want to be raped."
"I know. Nobody in their right mind does. I'm not going to rape you. I
promise."
"Then why do you want me to take off my clothes."
"I'd just like to see your body."
"Oh God."
"Will you?"
"You won't hurt me? Rape me?"
"Not if you do as you are told."
"Okay. I'll take them off. Oh God. I'm not wearing anything
underneath."
"Don't worry. I don't mind. And if it's any consolation, I was going
to strip your underwear anyway."
"Oh my God. I can't do this."
"We could go get Autumn, if you prefer."
Her hands stole to the base of her sweatshirt. She closed her eyes,
tears beginning to form there. In one fluid motion, she pulled her top
over her head. True to her word, her bare breasts sprang into view.
She had small breasts. Small nipples which stood erect probably due to
her fear.
She pleaded with me. "Please. I can't. Please just let me get dressed
and go. I swear. I won't tell anyone."
Yeah. And as soon as I left, she'd be calling 911. She had no idea
that it would do her no good. Nobody moving about to answer 911 calls.
I motioned for her to continue. Tears now falling like rain from her
eyes.
She closed her eyes again and hooked her fingers into the waistband of
her track pants. She slowly lowered them to her feet and stepped out
of them. No panties either.
"Socks too."
She bent at her waist and peeled the woolen socks she was wearing from
her feet. She had a nice body. Not unpleasant on the eyes at all.
Especially for a recent mother.
"Turn around."
Her face flushed, but she did as she was told.
After a complete revolution I ordered her, "Kneel."
She fell to her knees on the tile.
"Please. What do you want?"
"I have what I want. You."
"Oh God. Please. I'm a recent mother. Have some mercy."
At her last words, I narrowed her time bubble and she lapsed into
silence kneeling immobile on the floor. I wandered back to Amy and
Elizabeth. They were both pulling on the chain holding them to the
closet.
"She's a mother for Christ sakes." Elizabeth exploded. "Don't you have
any compassion."
"I haven't hurt her yet."
"Making her worried sick about her kid and stripping her naked isn't
hurting her?"
"Perhaps you'd like to join her?"
Elizabeth went white, but bravely continued. "I'm not a mother, but I
am naked. I know what it feels like. Humiliation to the nth degree."
I began to free the girls from the connecting chain between them and
the closet. Soon they were only held by the handcuffs behind their
backs.
"Come on." I grabbed Elizabeth by the upper arm and propelled the
struggling girl to the kitchen. Elizabeth stumbled along. Her eyes
widened as she saw Karen kneeling on the kitchen tile. I sat her in a
chair and began to tie her into it. Spreading her legs and tying them
securely with the soft cord. Elizabeth squirmed but by now was used to
being tied up in revealing positions. She cried out a bit as I
tightened the rope on her right ankle. She squirmed in her ropes, but
didn't complain. I knew that I had her a bit tighter than I normally
would have tied her.
I wandered back to the front hallway. Amy was still standing there.
Nude. Hands cuffed behind her. Waiting. I released the cuffs.
"Can I ask what you did to Elizabeth?"
I nodded. "She's just tied to a chair. Nothing bad."
"Are you going to hurt us? Her?"
"The ropes are probably uncomfortable."
"I see. What do you want me to do?" She was rubbing her wrists.
"Go upstairs. Get the baby. Be careful with her. I don't want her
hurt. Her name is Autumn and I just want to scare the mother. That's
all. Try not to wake her. You know how to carry a baby don't you?"
Amy nodded. "You are a bastard. You know that? Threatening a child."
"I just want the mother's cooperation for a few minutes. That's all."
"What are you going to do to her?"
"Make her scream."
"Oh God. That will wake the child you know?"
"Not if she's in slow time, it won't."
"You bastard." Amy turned on her bare heel and headed upstairs. I
followed. When we reached the baby's room, Amy walked in giving the
typical female "Awwww. She's so cute."
"Go on. Get her. Try not to wake her up."
I released the sleeping child from the time block. She resumed
breathing quietly.
Amy gathered the child, blankets and all, into her arms. Actually
smiling. Probably forgotten the purpose of all this.
We returned to the kitchen.
Chapter 74
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
Elizabeth's eyes widened as Amy and I walked into the kitchen. Amy was
holding Autumn, still sleeping in her arms. I considered how best to
proceed.
"Amy?" I addressed the nude girl softly. "Why don't you wait out by
the stairs with Autumn. I'll call you when I need you. Try not to wake
her."
Amy nodded and padded back out to the foyer, her bare feet whispering
on the tile.
Elizabeth was looking up at me from her chair. "Please. You don't have
to do any of this. Please let me out."
"Elizabeth, darling. This is just pure play time. I'm going to have
some fun with you and Karen here. If you behave and obey, then you
don't have to experience any punishment. After that, we go back to the
house and you can do whatever you like. Honest."
"But the kid. How can you possibly justify that? It will kill her."
Meaning Karen.
"It will frighten her. I have no intention of hurting the child. I'm
not a complete monster."
"I can't make you change your mind? Can I?"
"You have no idea what an appealing picture you present. Naked and
tied to that chair."
She squirmed. "Please. I'm uncomfortable. I'll do whatever you want
without the ropes. I swear it."
"You'd torture this new mother?"
Elizabeth swallowed. "How?"
"You'd whip her breasts? Threaten her child?"
"Oh God. Leave me in the ropes. Please."
"Alright. I'm going to unfreeze Karen. It would be a really bad thing
to wake up the baby. Let's see if we can keep her quiet. Okay?"
I concentrated and released the bare kneeling woman from her time
prison. She snapped to life. Her eyes immediately taking in Elizabeth.
Her eyes widened. Fear and confusion. Whatever she was planning on
saying died on her lips.
She finally spoke from her knees. "Wh-what happened?" To her it would
have looked like Elizabeth just appeared, nude and bound to the chair.
Quite disconcerting I would imagine. "Are you some sort of magician?
David Copperfield or something?"
Elizabeth spoke up from her chair. "Karen? That's your name, isn't it?
Karen?" The naked woman on the tile just mutely nodded. She looked
like she was fascinated that Elizabeth could even talk. That she
wasn't some kind of pretty doll. "You have to listen to me, Karen.
This guy. He's dangerous. He is sort of a magician. Christ, he
sometimes can even tell what you are thinking. You have to listen to
him. Do what he says. Karen. Honey. You are going to think you've gone
to hell. Believe me. He's going to ask you to do things that no sane
woman would do. Please. No matter how insane it sounds. You have to do
it. You couldn't imagine what he's capable of. He'll hurt you. Badly.
But please. You have to just do it. Trust me. It will end. He'll let
you go. Your daughter too. Just try and remember that. Whatever he
makes you do. Can you do that Karen?"
Karen spoke softly from the floor to Elizabeth. "Please. My daughter."
Elizabeth spoke from her bonds. "Karen. Honey. You have to do what he
says. He's a monster. Please. He will hurt you and your daughter if
you don't do what he says."
Karen mutely nodded. "I'll do whatever he wants. I swear. Please. Can
I see my daughter? Please?"
I finally spoke up. "Karen. Dear. I am going to let you see your
daughter. But I don't want any funny business. She'll be fine if you
behave."
"Oh God. Please. I'll do whatever you want. You can hurt me. You can
even rape me. I don't care. Just don't hurt Autumn. Oh God." The tears
began to run down her face again. Pitifully sobbing. I watched as
Elizabeth cringed, afraid of what I was going to make this woman do
for me. I really believed that Karen would do anything to protect her
daughter.
"Amy? Come here a moment." I raised my voice slightly so the girl out
by the stairs could hear me.
I watched as Karen's face registered confusion through her tears. Not
realizing that there was yet another woman in the house with us.
I turned to the entrance of the kitchen as Amy walked gingerly
through. She was cradling the infant against her bare breast. Trying
her best not to wake the child.
Karen closed her eyes as though she was in pain. Perhaps the sight of
Amy, a stranger, nude, cradling her child caused her distress. Not
having the control of the situation to protect her daughter.
Without permission, the nude woman rose to her bare feet and
practically ran across the kitchen. Whispering her daughter's name.
She reached for the sleeping child which was so unaware of the drama
taking place around it.
Amy looked at me, seeking permission to let Karen hold her child. I
nodded and Amy carefully passed the sleeping girl to her nude mother.
Karen was openly weeping now. Her tears tracking down her cheeks.
Nearly sobbing at the unfairness of it all. Having to seek someone's
permission to hold her own child. Whispering that it would be all
right. Convincing herself. Not understanding.
I walked over to the women. I carefully stroked Karen's long hair and
she shuddered at the touch.
"Karen? You have to let her go. It's best for her. Okay?"
"Please don't do this?" she implored me. "You don't have to do this.
You can just go. Leave me and Autumn. I swear. You can take whatever
we have. I won't report it. I swear to God. I won't."
I actually believed her. If I left her and her daughter alone and took
everything from her. She'd be happy. She actually wouldn't call it in.
She wouldn't try and report it. Not that it would do her any good. But
her intention was there. Her entire world was pressed against her
chest. Quietly sleeping.
"Karen. I swear. If you do what you are told, I won't let any harm
come to Autumn. She'll be fine. And if you behave yourself, you'll be
fine as well."
"What do you want?" she asked me with trepidation in her voice.
"Right now? I need you to give Autumn back to Amy. That's all. We
can't have our fun if you are holding her. And I really don't want to
have to take her away from you. Might hurt the baby."
Karen gave her daughter one last soft hug and kissed the top of her
head. She closed her eyes, tears still leaking from the corners. She
carefully handed her child back to Amy who held the still sleeping
child to her breast.
"Please. Take care of her? While I can't? Please?" Karen pleaded with
Amy.
Amy replied as kindly as she could. "I'll take care of her as though
she was my own. I swear it. She won't know any of this." Amy shot me a
withering look. Hating me for doing this to this woman who didn't
deserve this worry and pain.
"Karen? Go kneel over there. Okay?"
Through her tears, Karen managed to understand and walked slowly back
to the other side of the kitchen, slowly sinking to her bare knees on
the tile. Her eyes never leaving the child.
I whispered in Amy's ear. "Put her back in the crib and come back
here."
"What if she wakes up?" Amy hissed.
"She won't."
Amy nodded. Understanding that I would slow Autumn's time bubble to
prevent her from knowing anything about this horror that her mother
was about to go through. Amy turned carefully and headed back
upstairs, still holding the infant to her.
I turned back to the mother who was quietly weeping on her knees on
the tile, her eyes lowered.
"Karen?"
She just continued to cry. I let her for a few minutes. The woman was
going to need to cry more than once.
Elizabeth spoke up from the chair after a few minutes. "M-Master? Can
a girl speak?"
I turned to Elizabeth. "What is it?"
She paled a bit but continued. "Please. I know that it probably won't
do any good. But can I offer myself? I'll do whatever it is you want
Karen to do. Let her go to her daughter. Please? I can't stand to
watch this."
I walked over to the bound redhead and looked down at her. I bent and
kissed her forehead. She let me. Hope shining in her eyes. Hope that
I'd finally let her take someone else's pain. That she could feel good
about herself; even if the agony that I inflicted on her was
unbearable. Sometimes doing something, even something unpleasant, was
preferable to seeing an innocent suffer.
"Elizabeth. Sweetheart. You know I can't let you do that."
I heard a soft voice from behind me. "Thank-you. God bless you for
trying." It was Karen. Thanking Elizabeth for her chivalry. I pursed
my lips and turned back to the woman on her knees. Her eyes had taken
on a note of defiance. Elizabeth's brave offer seemingly bringing back
Karen's spirit. Coaxing her to just endure this and get it over with.
She spoke to me from her knees. "Just do whatever it is you are going
to do to me. Let's get this over with."
As she spoke. Amy walked back into the kitchen. Karen's eyes watched
her enter. Hoping for some indication from the girl that her daughter
was all right. Amy spoke to me softly. Karen could hear her from her
position on the floor.
"Autumn is back in her crib. She was beginning to fuss a little in her
sleep. She's going to be awake soon. But for now she's sleeping."
Karen spoke from the floor, entreating me. "Please. Have some
compassion. Let me feed her, if she wakes. Please."
She wouldn't wake. But I turned slowly and looked at the woman on her
knees. Tears forming in her eyes. Probably humiliated that she had had
to beg to feed her daughter.
"I'll think about it. Depends on how cooperative you are."
She paled. But nodded. Anything to see her daughter again.
I concentrated fiercely. Locating Autumn's small bubble of time. I
removed the bubble and she slipped back to the prime time line. She
hadn't even been here. I staggered a bit. Manipulating time at any
physical distance was far more difficult than close, line of sight,
manipulation. It could be done, but it took a lot out of you.
Amy's eyes widened as she saw me stumble and she unconsciously reached
out to catch me if I fell. But I regained my balance and forced the
world to stop spinning. I recovered quickly and Amy took a step back
as she realized that I was alright. I saw the look in her eyes. Just a
very fleeting flash of bravery. Wondering if she could somehow take
advantage of the brief moment of weakness. But any chance she had, was
far gone. And she knew that.
The woman on the floor had no idea what had just happened. But I could
see that Amy had a pretty good idea. I'd have to watch that.
"Wrists."
Amy, resigned, padded over and held her hands behind her back. Karen
watched in fascination as I slipped the steel handcuffs around Amy's
wrists. Karen watched as the bare girl just let me bind her. No
complaints. No struggling. Just mute acceptance of her situation; that
I would bind her, no matter what she wanted.
I guided Amy to a chair on the other side of the table. Allowing her
to sit for now. Her bound wrists lying easily around the back of the
chair. She was probably just thankful that I hadn't tied her into it,
like I had Elizabeth.
I turned to Karen.
"Why are they bound like that?"
I was about to answer but Elizabeth spoke first. "Karen. You may as
well ask why we are nude. Why you are nude. Why he's going to hurt us.
Why he's tormenting you and your daughter. He likes it. It gets him
off humiliating, tormenting and embarrassing women. You get used to it
after a while. Being nude. You never get used to the pain, the
bondage, the humiliation. But you learn to accept it."
"Oh God. Are you ever going to let me go? Please. You don't have to
hurt me." the frightened woman asked me. "I'll do whatever it is you
want. I swear I will."
I looked at her again. Her small shaking naked body. "Karen. If you do
exactly what I want, I'll let you go. I promise you." I fully intended
to let her go. I had enough problems. Five women in my direct power.
Granted most of them were a bit more accepting by now, but Sheila was
an unknown. And any of them would still do nearly anything if a chance
to escape or incapacitate me presented itself. Last thing I needed was
an unstable mother worried about her daughter. I didn't know for sure,
but I suspected that this would be a very dangerous situation if I let
down my guard. Or tried to keep her for any length of time. She'd
value her daughter's safety far above her own, and I didn't have the
strength or resources to bring along her daughter to keep my control
over her. No. I couldn't keep her. Luscious as she was.
"Please. What do you want? Me? Would giving you sex make you let me
go? You want to rape me?"
I heard Elizabeth mutter behind me. "Never that easy, lady. Good try
though."
"I told you I didn't want to rape you."
"It wouldn't be rape if I consented."
"You'd willingly give me sex?"
"If it would make you go away and get me my daughter back unharmed. I
swear. I'd be good. The best you ever had."
I seriously doubted that. But I had to give her credit for trying. I
answered her. "So. Let me get this straight. If I let you go. With
your daughter. You'd be willing to have sex with me? Not because you
particularly want to. But to save yourself and your daughter?" She
nodded. Tears forming in her eyes. "Doesn't sound much like consent to
me."
"But I'd let you have me."
"How?"
"Any way you want."
"You'd let me tie you up?"
"If you must."
"And you'd let me have anal sex with you while you're trussed up?"
She swallowed. Tears forming again. "Oh God. Please. I've never. I
couldn't. It would hurt."
"Yes. It would hurt. A lot. Would you still consent?"
She gulped again. Tears actually running down her face now. She slowly
nodded her head. Her bare body shaking in fear. Still on her knees.
"Please. W-wouldn't my vagi ... I mean cunt," she swallowed at her use
of the word, "feel better?" She probably thought I wanted her to talk
dirty to me. Degrade herself.
"I'm not going to rape you. I told you that already. I have two women
right here that I could have sex with, anal or otherwise, if I
wanted." Both Elizabeth and Amy paled at the suggestion of anal sex.
But they kept quiet.
Karen began to protest, probably about the consent thing. "But ..."
I cut her off. "However, I do want you to crawl for me."
"Crawl?"
"You know. Hands and knees."
"Why?"
Elizabeth spoke again. "Karen. Honey. It's better than being raped. He
just wants to see you humiliated. Please. Just do what he wants."
Karen flushed but obediently fell to her hands and knees.
"Where do you want me to crawl?"
"Just around the kitchen. I'll tell you when to stop."
She concentrated on controlling her breathing, and began to move on
her hands and knees. Slowly moving her bare body in a small circle in
the middle of her kitchen. I watched her. Her muscles straining at the
unfamiliar motion. Her small bare breasts hanging beneath her, swaying
slightly as she moved. Her thigh muscles moving her bare legs across
the tile. Quick flashes of her sparse pubic hair and the lips it
concealed. After a few tight revolutions, I stopped her.
"Okay. Enough. Stay on your hands and knees. Look at me."
She raised her head, her hair falling around her tear streaked face.
Her eyes betraying fear, humiliation and hatred. I left her on her
hands and knees for a few minutes and just gazed at her. She was
breathing a little hard from the exertion of the unfamiliar motion.
She tossed her head, tossing her hair like a mane as she patiently
waited for me to tell her what else to do.
"You ever been tied up before?"
"Please. You don't need to tie me up. I'll do whatever you want
without ropes. I swear it."
I wasn't sure of that. "I know. But I like to see a woman restrained."
"Oh God."
"So. Have you ever been tied up?"
She thought about it, and she didn't lie. Good thing. I suspect in her
state I could have told a lie pretty quick.
"When I was a kid."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Just the standard cowboys and Indians type stuff. I was a squaw
or something. My neighbour was a cowgirl and I was tied up to a picnic
bench for a while. Not tight. I could have gotten out if I wanted to.
We were kids."
"Anything else?"
"Oh God. In college. I tried it once."
"Tried what?"
"An old boyfriend wanted to tie me up. I let him."
"What happened."
"Must I?" I nodded and she hesitantly continued. "This guy just wanted
to try it. He'd read about tying someone up being fun in bed. So I
agreed to try it. He tied me down to the bed, spread-eagled with some
scarves. He fucked me. And then untied me. It didn't do anything for
me. It was kind of boring actually. I broke up with him shortly after
that."
"Nothing else?"
She shook her head; her hair tossed around with her movement.
"I'm going to tie you up."
"I know." She sounded resigned. "Are you going to rape me when I'm
tied up. You can you know."
"I'm not going to rape you. Why do you keep offering? You want to be
raped?"
"Oh God. Please no. Don't think that. Oh God. I. I just thought that
you'd want that. And I just want to stop this. I just want you to
leave. Please." I understood. She was frightened. "How do you want
me?"
I was confused. "Huh?"
"How do you want me tied up? Hand behind me? In front? Hands to feet?"
She'd risen back to her knees. She used her hands to demonstrate where
I could tie them.
"I'm going to tie you to the ceiling."
"How?"
I pointed to a hanging plant which was hanging high off to the side of
the kitchen. Her mind registered comprehension. She began to rise to
her bare feet. Just wanting to get this over with.
She held out her wrists. Palms together in front of her and waited.
Surprised at her compliance, I wrapped the rope around her offered
wrists and lashed them tightly together. She cringed a bit at the
tightness of the rope, but didn't complain. I'd have to release her
hands reasonably soon. That rope would cut off her circulation. Her
hands were already a bit redder than her arms from the restricted
circulation. But for now, she'd be fine.
I took down the plant and began to feed a rope through the hook. It
didn't look particularly sturdy, but I suspected that it would hold
most of her weight before pulling out of the ceiling. She wasn't a
particularly big girl.
As I turned around, I noticed something not quite right.
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I caught a flash of her calf as she moved swiftly out of the kitchen.
Running. Amy was struggling to get up out of her chair to go after the
woman. Elizabeth was pulling at the ropes holding her to the chair.
Frustrated.
I calmly turned to the women. Elizabeth shrugged and began speaking
rapidly.
"She just ran. I wasn't paying attention. Oh God. She's just
frightened. Don't hurt her. She doesn't understand. Please."
I motioned for Amy to stay put and she sank back into her chair
allowing her bound wrists to relax behind it. She sighed but didn't
say anything.
I sensed Karen's time bubble. She hadn't gone far. That was certain. I
was willing to bet that she was heading for the stairs. To her
daughter.
I walked swiftly to the front hallway and took the stairs two at a
time. I poked my head into Autumn's room. Karen wasn't there as I'd
expected. I suddenly became disturbed. Her hands were bound, but she
could still be dangerous. No need for me to get killed here. She knew
the house better than I.
"Karen?"
No answer. Not surprising. She couldn't have gotten out of the house.
Outside the doors was a no time zone. She'd just return to the kitchen
if she stepped out the door. Where was she? How many places could a
mostly bound, naked woman hide?
I walked back down the hallway. Slowly. Readying the time defenses if
she tried to attack me. Though I suspected that if her intent was to
attack me, she would have tried it in the kitchen where there were
weapons. Knives. Perhaps, she had a gun stashed in the house. I walked
back down the stairs cautiously. I could still sense the time bubble.
Close.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed that the front closet
was closed. I had opened it to chain Amy and Elizabeth to the clothes
rack earlier. I'd never closed it.
"Karen?" I stood by the closet. No answer. Perhaps Amy had closed it
earlier. I had left her unbound here for a while.
I heard a small whimper. My ears located it. In the closet. The
frightened woman hadn't had time to get upstairs. So she had simply
ducked into the open closet and was sitting in the dark. Frightened.
Bound. Nude.
"Karen. I know you are in the closet."
A very small voice from the bottom of the closet. Near the floor. "Oh
God. Please. I'm so scared."
"Come on out."
The door cracked open. Just a touch. I watched as she used her toes to
open the closet door from the inside. Her face was tear streaked. And
her whole small body was shaking. She was seated on the closet floor.
Hugging her knees with her bound arms. Underneath the hanging jackets.
Pulling weakly at the rope around her wrists.
Her voice was shaking. "I. I'm sorry. I just couldn't. I had to try."
"I thought we had an agreement. You did what you were told, and I
wouldn't hurt Autumn."
Her face went pale. Frightened. "Please. I didn't mean to run. I.
Please don't hurt my daughter. It was me that ran. Punish me."
Sobbing.
"Karen. I'm going to give you one more chance. You will be punished
for this. That I can promise you. But I won't hurt your daughter this
time."
I reached down to the sobbing woman. I'm not even sure if she heard
anything I had said to her. Didn't matter. I helped her to her bare
feet and walked her back to her kitchen. Elizabeth and Amy both
wouldn't meet my eyes. They both knew that they were in trouble for
not warning me that Karen had run. To be fair, they probably didn't
know until it was too late either. But, no matter. It was an excuse to
punish them. I had to take care of Karen first.
As I led Karen back into the kitchen, Elizabeth moaned. "Please. Don't
hurt her. She was just scared."
I ignored the bound girl and led Karen back under the plant hook. She
was docile as she watched through teary eyes as I looped the rope
through her bound wrists and pulled on the other end. She willingly
raised her arms above her head and gasped as I increased the pressure.
Soon she was stretched to her limit, her arms lifted above her. She
was positioned about four feet from the corner where her counters met.
I had increased the pressure on her arms such that it was actually
easier for her to stand on tiptoe to relieve the pressure of her own
weight on her wrists. There was enough give in the overhead rope to
allow her to stand flat on her feet, but that caused her pain in the
wrists. She stared back at me defiantly. She had managed to stop
crying and was realizing her precarious position.
I stepped back. Her breasts rode high on her chest as her arms pulled
them upwards. They were going to be a fun target. Her eyes, a strange
mixture of hate and fear. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back
and over her shoulders. I just gazed at the picture of her standing
there. Helpless.
Finally she spoke. "Please. I'm sorry. Please. It will never happen
again. I'll do anything you want. Even a-anal sex. My arms hurt.
Please. Can't we loosen the ropes? Just a bit? I have to stand on my
toes."
"Karen. Didn't I tell you that you'd be punished if you didn't obey?"
"Oh God. Yes."
"Part of your punishment is that tight rope holding you. You got a
problem with that?"
I heard Elizabeth moan.
"Please. It just hurts. I just wanted it loosened. Just a bit. Please?
What did I ever do to you? You don't need to hurt me."
I shook my head. Tears began to form in her eyes. It was actually
pretty. She was realizing that she didn't have a lot of control over
what happened to her.
"Please. What are you going to do to me? Please. I'll do anything for
you. You don't have to hurt me. I let you put me here. Didn't I?" Her
bare body was shaking and straining at the ropes holding her. She
squirmed a bit under my steady gaze.
"Do you deserve to be punished?"
"No. No. Please God. No."
"Karen. Do you know what the punishment for lying is?"
"Oh God. What?"
"Worse than for running. Now. Do you deserve punishment?"
"What do you want to hear?"
"The truth. I laid out the rules. Did you break them? Did you
disobey?"
"Oh God. I did. But ..."
"Then do you deserve punishment?"
"Please don't make me do this."
"Do you?"
"I suppose."
"You suppose?"
"Yes. I deserve punishment."
"Good. That's what I thought as well."
"Oh shit. Please."
"Karen. Do you have a cucumber in the refrigerator?"
"What?"
"A cucumber."
"I think so."
I turned to the refrigerator and opened it. I checked out the
vegetable drawer and found a medium sized English cucumber. I picked
it up and closed the fridge door. Karen watched all this with real
fear in her eyes.
"Karen. Have you ever masturbated with a vegetable? I hear that some
women do."
"Please."
Elizabeth piped up from her chair. "Oh God. You can't do that to her.
It will kill her."
I turned to the bound woman in the chair. "Would you rather have it?"
"Yes. I'll take it for her. She's a recent mother for Christ sakes.
You have no idea how much that thing will hurt her."
"I'm counting on it."
"God. You are a bastard."
"It won't kill her." I turned back to Karen. "Have you ever used a
cucumber before?"
"No. Yes."
"No? Yes?"
Her face flushed. "Oh God. Yes. A couple of times. I was just
experimenting. Please. You said you wouldn't rape me."
"And I won't. At least not in any standard way."
"I won't let you."
"Karen. Look at yourself. You are hanging from your wrists. You are
completely naked. All I have to do is to use a bit more rope and tie
your ankles to a broomstick. You'll be hanging from your wrists. Off
the floor. And you can't stop me from doing anything to you. You
really want to go through that?"
I watched her face as the mental image burning into her mind. Knowing
the pain that would be caused if I did what I threatened. A tear
overfilled her left eye and traced down her face.
"Please. Use some lubrication? Please?"
That I could do. I walked up to her. I placed the vegetable on the
counter behind her bound body. I slowly traced my hands down her body,
starting at her bound wrists, down her bare arms. Down her sides.
Brushing the sides of her breasts. Down over her hips, ending at her
straining ankles. Traced her instep while she was still trying to stay
on her toes. To her credit she shuddered at the touches, but didn't
try to move away. She couldn't have gone far anyway, but she could
have moved her feet away from my touches quite easily. I carefully
took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. Pressed gently. Her
nipples unconsciously came erect. She shuddered again.
She mumbled one word. "Please."
I retrieved the cucumber. I judged that she shouldn't have any trouble
with it, if I wasn't too rough. I held it up to her mouth. She looked
at the vegetable in fear. Knowing that soon it was going to be
violating her. Whether she wanted it, or not.
"Open."
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I slowly placed the end of
the cucumber into her mouth. She automatically began to mimic oral sex
on it. Probably thinking that this is what I wanted. Tears falling
down her face.
"Just hold it."
She struggled to hold the thing in her mouth. Her teeth gently sinking
into the flesh of the vegetable. She lowered her head, as the weight
of the thing tried to pull it out of her mouth. She tried to mumble
something around the gagging cucumber and then gave up.
Leaving her like that, I wandered over to the equipment pack which was
placed by Elizabeth's bound feet. She spoke to me as I crouched down,
searching. "You fucked up bastard. She's a new mother for Christ
sakes. You can't do this to her. This is going to kill her."
"Elizabeth. Haven't you earned yourself enough punishment?"
She paled. "Please. Have some compassion."
I looked up at the bound girl. "Elizabeth. Whatever I do to her, she
won't remember. Whatever I have to do to you, you will remember. For a
while anyway."
"Yeah. She'll forget in like a few weeks when you let her go."
"Elizabeth. I don't know why I'm even telling you this. But I'm not
keeping her."
"Why not? She's gorgeous. Your type."
"I'm not keeping her. She's going to be tormented. And then I'll let
her go. I swear it."
"That doesn't make it any better what you are doing." But she wasn't
convinced. I honestly think Elizabeth felt better knowing that the
girl was going to be released. I could see it in her body. The way she
relaxed. Her body language accentuated by her ropes and her nudity.
I had found what I was looking for. Lubricant. And the nipple clamps.
I walked back over to the bound mother. Still frightened. But
effectively gagged. I could see her drool beginning to coat the end of
the cucumber in her mouth. She tried to look up, but the weight of the
cucumber prevented her head from rising too far. Her eyes flashed at
me and she tried to mumble something around her gag.
I put the nipple clamps on the counter behind her and used my hand to
raise the other end of the cucumber. Keeping it in her mouth, but
raising her head. She was forced to watch as I carefully spread
lubricant over the end of the vegetable. Pleading in her eyes. I
gently pulled the cucumber from her mouth and held it up. I carefully
used her hair to wipe the slight remaining lubricant from my fingers.
She cringed at this use of her hair, but didn't complain. She began to
beg.
"Please. You can't do this. I don't want this. Please. Please don't
put that thing in me. I'll have sex with you. I'll crawl. I swear I'll
never run again. Oh God. Please. You can leave me tied up. Forever."
I traced the drool moistened end of the cucumber down her body leaving
a very light wet trail. Between her taut breasts and down her belly. I
paused at her belly button and she tried to dance away. Didn't get
very far. I traced it through her sparse pubic hair. She had closed
her eyes. Trying to somehow will away what was happening to her.
I reversed the vegetable. Presenting the lubricated end towards her
body. As I touched her thighs she took a deep breath and parted them
for me. I guess she didn't want them bound apart. With her legs apart
she really did have to stand on her toes to take any pressure off her
bound wrists.
I slowly ran the unwelcome probe along her outer lips and she
shuddered. Standing bound. Unable to stop this invasion. Softly
crying.
I gently began to part her lips and press the vegetable into her. She
cried out, but with the amount of lubrication on the phallus, she
couldn't prevent it from slipping into her, no matter how much she
resisted with her vaginal muscles. I touched her between her folds.
Completely dry. Understandable.
She cried out a number of times as the cucumber slowly slipped into
her. Tears were flowing down her face as she cried. Cried from the
invasion. From the humiliation. From her absolute powerlessness.
Finally, I felt it bottom against her cervix. She cried out again as
she felt it from the other end.
"That's it, I guess."
"Oh God. Please. Take it out. Please."
"Karen. Honey. I'd get used to it being there."
"You're leaving it in? You bastard. I can't take it."
"You can. You already have."
There was a good portion of the cucumber protruding from her shaking
body. My fingers preventing the slippery intrusion from falling out
under the influence of gravity. I began to wrap some cord around her
waist. She cried out and opened her eyes. She spoke. "What are you
doing?"
"Making sure you don't push it out." I could feel her vaginal muscles
pulsating. The pulses running along the cucumber from deep inside her.
She probably wasn't consciously doing it. Her body was just trying its
best to get rid of the overlarge object invading it. I actually kind
of hoped that she wouldn't cramp because of it. But if she did, I
guess that was life.
I finished the rope belt around her waist, tying it off. I dropped a
length of the cord down between her legs. I carefully wrapped the end
of the cucumber with the cord making sure that it was secured. I then
ran the cord up behind her, between her buttocks and tied it off. The
belt and the ropes securely holding her invader in her body. Her body
was wracked with sobs. Realizing that this thing was going to be in
her until I chose to remove it. With her hands bound, she had
absolutely no way to remove the cucumber from herself.
I wandered back to the kitchen table and sat backward on one of
Karen's chairs. I sat beside Elizabeth who was watching Karen with a
kind of morbid fascination. I watched the bound woman as well. She
struggled with her wrists. Alternately pulling against them and
bucking her hips. Moving her legs. Dancing on her toes. Trying to
loosen any of the knots. Trying to find the least painful position.
Given her restraints, I don't imagine any position was particularly
comfortable. Anything to bring about some comfort for her aching body.
After letting her struggle for about five minutes she looked over at
me. Forlorn expression on her face.
She just begged. "Please. Please let me go."
"Karen? You have to be punished yet."
"Oh God. This isn't the punishment?"
"Part of it."
"What are you going to do to me? God. Please just let me go."
I finally got up and rummaged through the pack again. I found the
blindfold I was looking for. I don't think I'd ever blindfolded any of
the girls I tormented. Always a first time. I didn't want Karen to
know what was going to happen to her.
I approached her and picked up the large knife from the counter where
she'd placed it much earlier. Her eyes widened, her face went ashen
and her whole body began to tremble.
"Please. Don't cut me. I'll do whatever you want. You can stick the
cucumber up my ass if you want. Please. Not a knife. Oh God. You can't
be serious. I'll do anything. Anything."
"Karen. I'm not going to cut you. If you stay still."
"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God."
I brought the sharp blade up in front of her face. Her eyes followed
it. She just kept repeating her mantra. "Oh God. Oh God."
I took the tip of the knife and circled her right nipple about a
millimeter from her flesh. Any slip and she was getting a nasty cut.
Her nipple had hardened involuntarily in fear. She was trembling, and
having trouble keeping still especially being up on her toes the way
she was. But I could tell that all her concentration was on that knife
and keeping her bound, bare body still. She was doing a good job. I
suppose desperation will let you do some amazing things.
I softly touched the hardened nub with the blade. Scratching carefully
down it. She gasped as she felt the cold dangerous steel dragged
across her sensitive flesh, but she kept still. Any move would have
meant immediate blood and pain. And a completely ruined breast. She
knew that. I knew that. Together, we were very careful.
Finally, I released her. She let her breath out and began to shake
more violently. Tears falling silently. Unseen by her, I had flipped
the knife over. I brought it to her left nipple. The dull side of the
knife. But she didn't know that. I rested the knife just above her
erect nipple against the flesh. She was crying and pleading. She drew
in her breath and concentrated on staying still again. Again, she did
an amazing job. Reverse the positions and have some woman threaten my
private parts with a knife, I doubt if I could have kept as still as
she was. Holding her breath.
"Ooops." I said softly. At the same time I dragged the knife down and
across her nipple. Like I was slicing chicken. She screamed in terror
and fear. Making the other two girls cry out and jump in surprise. The
dull side of the knife slid harmlessly across her erect nipple. Her
face paled and she looked like she was about to pass out.
She managed to keep conscious and she finally looked down at her
breast expecting blood and injury. Probably psychologically even
feeling the burning pain of the knife; the imagined slice to her
nipple. She had nearly passed out from fear. Seeing her breast still
intact. Her nipple still where it ought to be. No blood. The look of
pure relief and disbelief was actually quite pretty on her face. She
looked at me and mouthed "Thank you." She must have been really
frightened to thank me. She let her breath out in a whoosh.
"Karen. Next time you disobey. I won't be so careful."
"Oh God. I'll be good. I'll be so good. Please. Just give me another
chance. I'll prove I can be good. I'll do whatever you want. Oh God."
I nodded. "I'm going to put this on you."
"A blindfold? Why?"
"A surprise."
"Oh God." But she stood still while I fitted the dark cloth over her
eyes. She cried out a bit but didn't complain beyond that.
I waved my hand in front of her face. She didn't react. I pretended to
slap her. Stopping just short of contact. She didn't flinch. She was
blind.
I traced my finger down over her right nipple. She jumped at the
touch, but controlled her impulse to move. Probably sudden movements
made themselves known through the inertia of the foreign body deep in
her vaginal canal.
I rummaged through her drawers finally coming up with a pair of wooden
spoons. Lightweight. They would serve.
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I placed the spoons on the counter beside the nipple clamps. Then I
walked back to the opposite side of the table. Adjacent to Amy. She
looked at me, fear in her eyes. I could see it. She wanted to be
anywhere but here.
"Amy?"
"Y-yes."
"Do you think that you could help me, if I untied you?"
"Please. I will if you force me to. But I don't want to help you hurt
her."
"But you will?"
I could see Karen squirming in her bonds. Blind. And afraid. She could
certainly hear me talking to Amy. Knowing that I was going to get Amy
to hurt her.
"Of course. Do I have any choice? I remember the tongue thing."
"Good girl."
"What do you want me to do? You bastard."
I raised my eyebrows. I was expecting to be called a lot of names
before this day was done. I couldn't punish them every time they
released some tension calling me names. I reached behind her and
released her from the cuffs. I placed them on the kitchen table. Amy
sat quietly rubbing her wrists.
I motioned for her to rise and be quiet. She did as she was asked. We
walked over to where Karen waited. Her arms must have really been
aching in that tight bondage. And she wasn't going to be let free for
a while yet.
I whispered in Amy's ear. No way for Karen to hear.
"Take a wooden spoon. I want you to hit her from behind. Be creative.
If she turns around, hit whatever she presents to you. If I see you
avoiding her breasts, you'll regret it."
I watched as Amy closed her eyes, but silently walked over to the
counter. She returned with a wooden spoon. "Wait for me to tell you,"
I whispered to the unwilling girl.
Amy pleaded with me with her eyes. I'd never had her hit anyone yet.
For some reason the girls had real trouble hitting another helpless
woman. Even Christi sometimes had trouble. And she claimed to be a
dominant personality. Probably some empathy happening. "Please don't
make me do this. I don't know if I can."
"You have to, sweetheart. You can do it."
She silently accepted it. Bracing herself. Trying to convince herself
that she had to do this. Cause this helpless woman in front of her
real pain. Like it or not.
I wandered over to the counter myself and picked up the second spoon
and the nipple clamps.
I walked up to Karen and she jumped a bit as I spoke to her. "Karen?
This is going to be a bit uncomfortable."
"Worse than I am now?" she said between gritted teeth.
"A bit."
I traced her right nipple with my finger. It involuntarily tightened
and she gasped. I slipped the tiny clamp over the nipple and began to
tighten it. I was careful not to tighten it too much, but this woman
had almost certainly never worn one before. Tears began to fall from
her eyes beneath the blindfold. I watched her face as it began to
tighten in fear and pain. Not quite knowing what was happening to her
breasts, but knowing that it was damn uncomfortable. If not downright
painful. Her nipple was securely trapped and suitably uncomfortable.
"I told you that it would be uncomfortable."
"Shit," she hissed. "What the hell is that? It feels like my nipple
has been crushed. Please. Whatever it is. Take it off. Please? It
burns."
I just silently repeated the procedure on her other nipple. This time
she cried out as the clamp was tightened.
"Please," she begged. "No more."
I released her breasts and let her rest. I reached forward and touched
the chain between her nipples. It swung, eliciting gasps from the
bound lady.
"Oh God. Please. It hurts. Please take it off me. Whatever it is. I
can't take it much longer."
She'd have other things to worry about in a few minutes anyway. I
watched as my unwilling naked assistant moved behind the suffering
girl. I nodded to her.
Amy raised her arm and closed her eyes. She brought the wooden spoon
down softly against Karen's exposed back. Karen hissed through her
teeth. Even that light blow had caused her pain. Perhaps she had
jumped and caused the nipple torment to move. Perhaps her sudden
movement had caused the cucumber still deep inside her to shift.
Perhaps she was just in such an uncomfortable position, any further
pain was magnified.
Amy looked up at me. "Please. I can't do this."
I walked back around Karen to join her. "Why not?"
"Please. She's in such pain as it is. Her nipples. Her arms. Please.
Have mercy on her. My mother used to punish me with these things." She
held up the spoon in her hand. "I know how much they hurt. Please."
"Amy. We could change positions if you like. Let Karen down. And put
you up there instead."
"Oh God. I'll do that if you don't make me hit her anymore."
"No. You'll go up there until you beg to hit her. Then we change
positions again. You hit her again. Twice as hard and twice as long."
"Oh God. I'll hit her."
I raised my spoon and let it fall against Karen's bared shoulders. She
pulled in her breath and screamed. Finally falling into incoherent
pleading.
"Like that. Got it?"
"Oh God. I can't hit her that hard."
"You want to change places."
She shook her head. "But I don't have that much strength. Please."
"Just do your best then. It doesn't take much with these things."
Amy mutely nodded and raised her arm again. Karen was bracing for the
blow. Knowing it was coming. Just not knowing where. Trying to twist.
Anticipating where the spoon would fall on her unprotected bare skin.
She screamed again as the spoon fell into her unprotected back. Her
feet actually left the floor as she struggled with her bonds. Trying
to escape the pain or ease it.
I aimed a hard blow to her exposed belly. She screamed again as the
spoon made contact with her defenseless skin. Squirming. I watched as
she choked. The cucumber moving in her. The nipple chain dancing
against her skin. Her feet dancing and twisting. Trying to ease the
pain raining down on her. Begging.
Alternating, Amy and I let the wooden instruments of stinging pain
fall onto Karen's bare body. Karen twisting. Never knowing where the
next blow was going to land. Her ass. Her thighs. Her stomach. Her
calves. She let out particularly enticing screams when the spoon
caught her bare breasts. Or touched the nipple clamps. I made sure a
few strokes caught her face. I finally decided the poor girl had had
enough. Hell, she'd probably had more than enough after the first
blow. Her bare body sported red welts all across the front and back.
She was hanging by her wrists, her feet barely supporting her. She was
moaning pitifully. Gasping for breath. Begging for forgiveness.
Begging us to stop. Just begging.
I motioned for Amy to go back to the table. Gratefully, she scampered
away. Glad to be away from the torture. Probably glad that she hadn't
really earned any punishment this time. Maybe even glad it wasn't her,
bound, naked, and writhing in pain.
I turned back to Karen. The blind girl was still sobbing. Dancing her
bound body from foot to foot. Trying to ease the stinging over most of
her body. Oblivious to the extra pain she was causing herself from the
nipple clamps and cucumber. I just watched her for a while. Finally,
her breathing began to return to normal and with an act of will, she
managed to stop moving her body. Finally easing the pain from her
wrists, nipples and between her legs. She even managed to get her
uncontrollable crying under control.
I spoke to her. "Karen? You okay?"
"No." She just hung in her bonds.
"You ready for more?"
"Oh God. Please no more. I can't. It hurts. Oh God. You can't imagine
how much I hurt. I'll do anything you want. You don't have to hurt me
anymore. I swear. I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Yeah. Please. I'll fuck you. No problem. I'll crawl for you. I'll do
anything. Anything you want. Just please. No more. I can't take it
anymore. Please let me down. I've learned. I don't need to be punished
anymore."
I nodded. Though she couldn't see me. I reached towards her body and
began to release the nipple clamps. She screamed as my fingers touched
the metal and the vibrations transmitted themselves to her body
through her nipples. I wasn't particularly careful either. She
screamed again as the blood rushed back into the tortured bits of
flesh. Finally, gasping for air, she simply hung by her wrists.
"Please. No more. My tits hurt. Please."
"I had to hurt you a bit to get them off. It wasn't intentional."
"Please. What were they?"
"Nipple clamps."
"You clamped my nipples? Oh God."
"They're off now."
"My tits. My nipples. They're burning." I watched as she unconsciously
pulled at her wrists. Wanting to pull her hands down and cradle her
breasts. Softly crying. Unable to comfort herself. Just having to
endure the pain.
I stepped back. Letting her suffer a little longer. Finally she spoke.
"Please. What do you want from me?"
I was silent. She waited a few minutes and repeated the question. I
watched as her face became puzzled. She shook her head. Struggling
with her bonds. Finally becoming quiet. Trying to determine where I
was. Only hearing her own ragged breathing. Elizabeth and Amy were
silent in their chairs.
"Are you there? Please? I hurt. Please. Please let me down."
She began to feel out with her legs. Sweeping the air in front of her
with her bare toes. Trying to determine where I was. If I was even
there. She began to cry again. Pulling at her bound wrists. I noted
that they were turning an angry red tinged with blue. She could be in
the bonds a little longer, but not much more. Her wrists were probably
bruised as it was.
I silently moved closer to her. Just inside the range of her searching
leg. Standing on one foot and using her other leg to search must have
really moved the cucumber which was still inserted into her vagina.
But she grimly continued. Needing to do something. Not able to just
stand there waiting for me. Gritting her teeth.
Her toes brushed my jeans and she jumped. She drew in her breath and
almost screamed. Not expecting to touch anything I suppose. She
ventured her foot forward again and tried to grip the material of my
jeans with her toes.
She pleaded. Now she knew that I was there. Watching her.
"Please. I know you are there. Please talk to me. Whatever I've done.
I'm sorry. God. I'm sorry." I was silent. Wondering where she was
going with this. "Please. I'll do anything. Please. All I want is to
be let down. This damn cucumber out of me. Oh God. Please, at least
take off the blindfold. Oh God. Please what do you want? I'll do it."
Finally, I relented. "What will you do? Make some suggestions."
She looked surprised that I'd finally spoken to her.
"Oh God. Please. What do you want from me? You must know that I'll do
it. I don't want to be punished. I'll do it. Whatever it is." I was
silent. Waiting. She was silent. Waiting for an answer.
Not getting one, I watched as her mind began to work. It was actually
pretty to watch. Her bound body straining. Her mouth set in a grim
line. It would have been interesting to see her eyes as she tried to
figure out what I wanted, but that would have given her some balance.
Right now, not being able to see was disturbing her. She didn't even
know where I was if she was speaking to me. Couldn't read my
expression to see if she was getting anywhere. Trying to figure out
what I wanted from her. Trying to ignore the cucumber. I reached out
and touched the end of it. Moving it deep inside of her. It had
slipped down a bit with her struggles, but it was still deep enough in
her that there was no chance of it slipping out. She cried out at the
touch. Obviously uncomfortable.
"Please. Just tell me what you want. Please. I just want out of this.
Oh God. Please."
I'd already told her what I wanted. I was curious how long it would
take her to figure it out. I remained silent. She lapsed back into
silence, thinking as best as she could considering the pain she was
experiencing. I was surprised that she was able to think at all. But I
suppose that desperation could drive one to do things that one would
be otherwise unable to do. I watched as she reached out with her toes
again. Searching. This time, I just moved a step back. Just out of her
range. She searched with a sense of futility. Softly crying.
"Please. My arms. My vagina. My hands. Oh God. I can't feel my hands."
She wiggled her fingers. They moved slowly, but they moved. Her hands
were turning a distinct shade of blue. She replaced her bare foot
under herself and raised back up on her toes. Relieving the pressure
on her wrists. A bit of colour flowed back into her hands. But not
much.
She stood there crying for a moment. Then begged a bit more. "Please.
You have to let me down. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Are you
even there? Please?"
I had to give Elizabeth and Amy credit. They must have been having
trouble with this. Not being the one's in pain, they probably knew
what she had to do. But they kept silent. Knowing that opening their
mouths would mean a gag and severe punishment. Elizabeth, especially,
knew what it was like to be gagged.
Karen, just hung in her ropes crying softly. Rocking herself.
Mumbling, "please" every so often.
Suddenly her head snapped up. She'd probably been going through what
I'd said earlier in her mind. Her blind head searched me out. She
spoke towards a spot about two feet to my left. Frightened.
"Oh God. You'll let me down if I tell you what to do to me. Won't you?
You wanted suggestions?"
"See. You are a smart girl." Her head snapped towards my voice. Her
ears guiding her. "Oh God. Please." This time she faced me unerringly.
I waited. She pulled again at the rope holding her wrists in the air.
She took a deep breath. Trying to think what I wanted to hear.
"I'll crawl for you. As long as you want. Out in the backyard if you
want." Her eyes began to tear again. I was sure that blindfold was
soaked. Her voice sped up as thoughts occurred to her. "A pet. I'll be
your pet. You can put a collar on me. Leash me. I'll crawl. I'll bark.
I'll be your dog. You can walk me. Oh God. Please let me down."
I watched her. Her face was turning red. Her pain overriding her
shame, she continued.
"I'll fuck you. I'll be the best lay you've ever had. I'll give you
head. You can tie me up on my knees and I'll give you head. I'm good
at it. I swear. You can screw me. Use my pussy. My a-ass. Oh God. You
can hit me some more. I'll do my best not to scream. Please. Have some
mercy on me. My arms. I'll do anything you want. Please."
I watched her. Struggling. Crying. Begging. She looked up, pleading
evident on her face, tears streaming from beneath her blindfold.
"Please. What do you want me to do? To say? Please. I'll do anything
you want. I'll cry for you. I'll beg. I'll crawl. I'll fuck you. I'll
fuck them. You want me to make love to Amy? I will. I'll do anything
if you'll just let me down. Oh God. I. I'll masturbate for you. Right
here. I'll use the cucumber. I'll even use it in my ass. Oh God. My
arms hurt so much. Please. I can't feel my hands. I'm so frightened.
Please let me down."
I finally spoke to her. She'd have no way of knowing this. "Not I. Not
me."
A look of confusion crossed her face. I could see it through her
grimaces of pain and even with the blindfold covering her eyes.
"Please. I don't understand."
"You are no longer Karen. You have no identity."
"Oh God. I don't understand. Please. No more."
"You will not use the word 'I' or 'me' any longer. If you do, you get
punished more."
"Oh God. I. Please what can I use then." I struck her across the right
breast with the spoon. She cried out and tried to back away. Her
wrists stopping her. She was sobbing. Not understanding.
Elizabeth finally spoke up. Helping the girl. I gave her a dirty look,
but she continued regardless. She paled, but I suppose that this was
getting too intense for her. I was surprised that she'd held her
tongue this long.
"Karen. Honey." The bound tormented woman turned her face towards
Elizabeth's voice. "He's made women do this before. You have to
remember to use the third person. You can do it. Refer to yourself in
the third person. You know, 'This slave' and 'This slut', that sort of
thing. I know it's demeaning. But he won't let you down until you do.
You can do it." She lapsed into silence and I slowly turned back to
the crying woman in front of me.
"Oh God. I can't." I hit her again on the left breast and she
screamed. She was undoubtedly in agony this time. She was getting a
bit hoarse from her screaming. Her hands were now getting to be a
bright shade of blue. I didn't doubt that she couldn't feel them. I
had to loosen her soon if I wanted to keep playing with her.
"Okay. Okay. I. This s-slave will try. I. This slave doesn't know if I
.. she can remember. Please don't hurt me anymore. Please let me ...
this slave ... down." She tried to speak in the unfamiliar way. She'd
slipped but I had to give her credit for trying. It must have been
really hard on her.
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I stood in front of her and just watched as she struggled with her
pain. Shifting her weight from foot to foot. Pulling weakly at her
wrists. Moving her hips gently, trying to adjust the position of the
cucumber still bound in her.
Finally she spoke. "Please. I. This slave hurts so very much. She begs
to be released. If she could, she'd kneel and kiss her master's feet.
Anything. What else can she possibly offer?"
She finally lost her hesitation. Any trace of pride. She had slipped
into a completely submissive role. Her pain driving her.
I reached forward and touched her blindfold. Soaked with her tears.
She flinched away from the touch, but slowly moved her head forward
again until it touched my outstretched fingers. Allowing me to check
her blindfold.
I reached around her head and removed the wet cloth. Her eyes were
red. Her eyes expressing her pain. She glanced up, trying to see her
hands, blinking in the sudden light. She wiggled her blue fingers.
Gasping at the pain and the sight of her blue hands. She began to cry
again. Frightened that she might lose her hands if I kept her in this
much longer. She had to figure out a way to make me release her.
I began to free her from the rope belt she wore. I simply released the
rope around her waist, allowing it to fall loosely around her hips. I
knelt in front of her and watched as the cucumber began a slow viscous
journey out of her vaginal canal. She shuddered at the sensations of
it slipping out of her. Unable to clench herself enough to keep it in
place or force it out of herself quicker. After a few minutes, I
gripped the end of it with my fingers and began to pull it gently from
her. She gasped and cried out as the invader finally pulled free of
her body. She began to weep. Tears falling from her eyes, unashamedly.
Tears of relief. Even without the invasion of the cucumber, her vagina
still gaped wide. I imagined that it would take a while for it to
relax and close the stretched muscles where it was forced to
accommodate the larger than normal invasion of her body. She
unconsciously brought her legs back together. She stood back up on her
toes helping take some of the strain off her wrists. I could see her
calf muscles straining to keep her raised on her toes. They were
quivering slightly. I doubted if she could stand like this much
longer. Her wrists were going to have to take her weight again pretty
soon. I could see it in her face. Her pain.
I placed the now warm cucumber onto the counter behind her and walked
back around. She looked up at me. Her tears never stopping.
"Please," she begged me. "My wrists."
I just closed my eyes and let the spoon fall on her body at random. I
think I caught her just under her bare breasts. Her lower ribs. She
screamed again.
"Oh God. I'm. Oh shit. Please. This slave is sorry. She begs
forgiveness. She forgot. Her wrists. She can't think with her wrists.
This slave. This slut begs to be let down. She'll do anything to be
allowed down. Please. Her wrists hurt so much. Her arms."
I picked back up the knife and showed it to her. Even though she knew
that I wasn't going to cut her, she begged anyway.
"Please sir. Your slave. Your c-cunt begs her master not to cut her.
Oh God. Your slave is so frightened. Please let her down."
I dragged the blade down her upturned nose as she struggled to keep
her face as still as she could. The blade passed harmlessly over the
skin of her nose. Just scratching her skin like a hunter might check
the edge of his knife against a fingernail. Her body was shaking
badly. Not sure if it was her fright or just muscle fatigue. She'd
been hanging there for a long, long time.
"Karen? Are you ever going to disobey again? Run? Even think you can
escape?"
"Please. Never. I'll. I mean. This slave is yours to do with what you
like. I'll do. She'll do anything. She'll never run again. She'll
never disobey. Please. My. Her wrists. She is going to pass out from
this. Please. You don't want me ... her ... to pass out. Do you?
Please?"
I nodded. She'd done a passable job of sticking in the third person.
Actually excellent for a first attempt and considering the obvious
pain she was enduring. I raised the knife away from her face and
easily cut through the rope holding her to the ceiling. The knife was
very sharp. She was very lucky that she hadn't gotten nicked with my
playing. A credit to her will and her ability to stay still despite
her pain. Bet she never imagined that her kitchen knife would ever be
used to release her bare bound body from her plant hook.
As the support was severed, she collapsed. I was ready for it. Holding
the knife carefully away from her falling body, I moved to catch her.
Her eyes rolled back and her legs simply collapsed under her. I caught
her around the waist and gently lowered her bare body to the tile. I
could have just let her fall. But then she may have broken a bone, or
hurt herself badly. Smacked her head on the tile. Not a lot of doctors
around. I would have had to return her immediately. End of fun. She
was light anyway. No strain.
She lay back, slowly bringing her still bound hands in front of her,
pulling weakly at the ropes. She tried unsuccessfully to restore
circulation to her blue hands. All her twisting only served to give
her rope burn. Her hands stubbornly remained a deep shade of blue. The
ropes holding her wrists together were the problem. No way for her to
adjust them any longer. She wasn't getting circulation back into her
hands until I released her wrists. She just began to cry again and lay
back. Just letting whatever was going to happen, happen. Completely
resigned to her fate. That I was in control of her and whether she
would lose her hands or not.
I released her waist and reached for her wrists. She cried out as I
lifted her hands but tried to help me. With her hands so numb she
really was more of a hindrance than a help. But I think she needed to
do something.
"Be still, Karen. I'll have you out of this in a second." I gently
chastised her. She wasn't really helping the effort to get circulation
restored to her hands.
She nodded, tears still tracing down her face. Holding her shaking
arms as still as she could.
I lifted the knife and carefully guided it to one of the strands of
cord holding her wrists. She was still, as ordered and I easily sliced
through one of the cords cruelly circling her slender wrists. I fished
the cord around, unwrapping the loops of cord, using it to release her
hands, not bothering with the knots. Her hands were ice cold as I
touched them. I wasn't surprised that she'd lost feeling in them. She
cried out and whimpered as the rope came free. The cord had badly
chafed her skin, but as the rope loosened, her hands almost
immediately began to regain a healthy pink colour. I'd caught the
circulation problem in plenty of time. She'd have been fine even for
another half an hour. Uncomfortable as hell, but no lasting damage
would have occurred.
She sighed as her hands were finally separated and I'd released them
into her own care. She began to moan as the circulation caused massive
pins and needles to crawl across her hands and fingers. She closed her
eyes and tried to hold her hands as still as she could. She struggled
to control the unavoidable body tremors which were a result of the
adrenaline and endorphins running havoc through her bloodstream. She
was probably going to feel slightly sick after the adrenaline kicked
down. Unless she was lucky and could maintain her adrenaline
production until I freed her from the timeline.
I sat beside her and stroked her hair while she recovered. She didn't
even flinch as I touched her. Her breathing slowly returned to normal
and her hands began to feel a little better. The pain began to leave
her face.
The female body recovers so quickly from pain. Though, the stinging
pain from a wooden spoons does tend to fade reasonably quickly anyway.
The nipple clamps and cucumber had been removed a while ago. Her
nipples still looked red, but I suspected that they no longer were in
pain. Unless I touched them. She closed her eyes briefly.
After she had slowed her breathing down and was beginning to feel a
little better, she rolled herself over and managed to get to her hands
and knees. She bent her head and kissed at my shoes. She looked up at
me, not a trace of shame in her face.
She whispered, "Thank you for letting this worthless slave down." She
ducked her head, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Probably
couldn't believe that she'd actually said the words on her own.
Without 'encouragement'.
Finally she raised her head and looked at me from her hands and knees.
"Please let me go?"
I let the first person reference go this time. I shook my head. "Not
yet."
"What do you want me to do? Please?"
I walked over to the bag and retrieved a collar and leash. I turned
and her eyes widened. As I was fastening the collar and leash to her
throat she tried again.
"Please. This slave begs you not to do this. She'll happily screw you
and your friends even. Please. You don't have to make her act like a
dog." She instinctively knew what was about to happen. She'd suggested
it after all.
She gasped as I tightened the collar and picked up the leash. Ignoring
her pleas.
"Do pets talk?"
She looked up at me, frightened and pleading with her eyes. She closed
her mouth. Whined. Surprisingly very dog-like.
I walked in front of her and gently tugged her leash. Resigned to her
fate, she began to crawl for me. I guided the miserable naked female
through the dining area and into her living room. I sat down on a
leather chair and left her on her hands and knees in the middle of the
room.
"Beg?"
She slipped out of her role. "Pardon?"
"I could swear I heard a non-canine voice."
She clapped her mouth shut and I could see her mind working. Finally
figuring out what I wanted. Her face flushed, but she obeyed. She
pushed herself into a kneeling position and exposed her bare front to
me. Her breasts jiggled as she raised her front paws and did a
passable imitation of a dog begging. Panting.
"Roll over."
Her face flushed again but she fell to her side and rolled over ending
up on her back. Limbs raised as a dog would. She was really trying to
please. Her hind legs parted, exposing herself shamelessly for my
amusement. Biting her lip to keep from saying anything.
"Bark."
She took a deep breath and let out a soft bark. "Woof."
"Louder."
"Arf," her face was bright red. Not believing that I could force her
to these depths of humiliation.
"Okay bitch. Hands and knees."
She closed her eyes and rolled back to her hands and knees.
"Leash."
She bent her head and gathered the leather into her mouth. She then
crawled to me and raised her head. Offering me her leash. Her face
bright red. I could see her mouth muscles fighting. She desperately
wanted to say something. Beg not to have to do this. But I just
gathered the leash and gently pulled her, stumbling on her hands and
knees back into the kitchen. Tears rolling down her face. Not quite
believing that I was making her do this. I was having trouble walking
with the erection I was sporting. Seeing a grown woman humiliating
herself like this was really turning me on. I thought that I might
just have to have one of the other girls do this as well.
Elizabeth broke her silence. "Please. She doesn't have to do this. No
woman should have to do that. My God. Have you no feelings? Put
yourself in her place, for God's sake. She's frightened."
"Okay. Our first volunteer."
Elizabeth shut up. A look of completely confusion crossed her
features. She pulled at her ropes, not understanding.
I turned to Karen. "Karen? You know what dogs do to girls?"
She shook her head. Afraid to say anything.
"They sniff them, don't they?"
Karen's face flushed again and tears began to fall again from her
eyes. Understanding, she crawled forward and made a production of
sniffing at Elizabeth's leg. Starting at her bound foot and knowing
that I wouldn't allow her to do otherwise, Karen moved her head slowly
up Elizabeth's bound thigh and ended up with her nose right between
Elizabeth's legs. Elizabeth was pulling at her bonds more forcefully
now.
"Lick her."
Karen raised her head and looked imploringly at me. Begging with her
eyes. Not wanting to do this. Not with another woman.
Elizabeth spoke. "Please. I don't want to do this. What am I being
punished for? Master?"
I looked at Elizabeth's earnest face. Struggling to figure out why I
was tormenting her. There wasn't always a reason. But I tried to give
her one anyway.
"Elizabeth. You are being punished for not warning me when Karen, our
mutt here, ran away without permission. Now, this isn't much of a
punishment." I picked up the crop from the pack. "But this is."
"Please no. Don't hurt me," Elizabeth begged. Tried to back away into
the chair. Make herself as small as possible. "You don't have to. I'll
do whatever you want. I'll cum for you. I'll enjoy Karen. I swear it."
I stepped over to Elizabeth and let a soft blow fall across the tops
of her breasts. It left a slightly red mark, and Elizabeth cried out.
The crop hurt terribly, even if not swung hard. I'd swung it lightly
against my palm once. I couldn't imagine the pain it would inflict on
breasts. But it should be bearable at this strength. At least I
thought.
I looked at Karen, who had begun to cry again. I could see it in her
eyes. She wanted to beg. She so much didn't want to do this.
"Karen, what is it? You can speak."
"Please. Master. This. This b-b-bitch. She. She isn't gay. She can't
do this."
"I could have sworn that you claimed that you would fuck my friends
earlier."
"Please. I would have promised anything. I. Oh shit. This slave hurt.
You must understand that. I. She has never been with a woman before.
Something else. Whip your slave. Anything but this. Make her crawl
more. Act like a dog. It turned you on. I. She could tell. She'll bark
for you more. Please."
Elizabeth took a deep breath and helped. "Karen. Honey. I don't want
this any more than you do. But he will make you do it anyway. He'll
put you back up on that hook. And whip you. Your breasts until you beg
to have sex with me. Either way I have to cum from it. You only have
to try and pleasure me. I'll try to hurry. Oh God. He's going to whip
me until I cum. You have to try. Or we'll both regret it. It's just
skin. Try not to think about what you are doing. Please try."
I watched Karen swallow. Frightened. She mutely nodded and lowered her
head again to Elizabeth's lap. I saw Elizabeth tense and I knew that
Karen was exploring her sex with her tongue. Trying her best to get
this over with. Trying to ignore what she was doing with her mouth.
Somehow.
I stood beside Elizabeth's bound body and at random brought the crop
down on her body. Sometimes as high as her collar bone. Sometimes as
low as her lower ribs. Most fell on her heaving breasts occasionally
catching a nipple. She cried out at every blow to her bare body, but
managed to retain her concentration. Always returning to the
sensations from her crotch. Struggling to get herself to her edge.
Karen appeared to be doing a passable job. Overall, Karen should know
what a woman should like. Being one herself. She ought to be able to
give decent head if she wanted to. Elizabeth didn't recover as quickly
if the crop caught a nipple. She just howled and begged until the pain
subsided. I usually gave her a bit of extra time if I caught that
sensitive part of her. I really wasn't aiming. And I really wasn't
putting very much strength into it. Somehow that seemed to make it
worse for her. That I was disinterested in her pain, but still giving
it to her. Really emphasized her helplessness.
"Argh. You bastard. Please stop hitting me. I can't cum like this. My
tits. Hurt. Arghhhhh. No more. Please no more. You goddamn bastard. It
hurts. Ow. Please. Let me go. I can't. I can't. I can't."
But she did. Finally after about ten minutes she began to tense.
"Fuck. Please no more. I'm cumming. Oh my God. Please stop.
Argghhhhhhhh."
Her body spasmed against the ropes. Karen's head was still bobbing
between her legs. I tried to judge the peak of the climax and brought
the crop down once more lightly flicking the erect nipples. Elizabeth
screamed and pushed her breasts outwards. Straining at the ropes
holding her. Tensing. Crying. Her body finally relaxed and I touched
Karen's head. Allowing her to stop her stimulation. She gasped and I
watched her as she worked her tongue around in her mouth. Grimacing at
what I'd forced her to do.
Elizabeth finally recovered. "What the hell just happened?"
"What?" I asked her bewildered.
"Oh God. I've never felt anything like that."
"So now you like lesbian sex?"
"Fuck no. I was just fantasizing it was some guy down there. But. I
don't understand. I came. I swear I did. And then you brought that
fucking thing down across my nipples again and I thought I was going
to die. Instead, it only hurt a little and the next thing I know, the
world is exploding again. I. I think I had two. One right after the
other."
I grinned. "Ain't being a female wonderful?"
"Not with you around," she griped. But I think she was kind of proud
of herself. Having a multiple orgasm. I was beginning to suspect that
her experience of sex prior to me might have been a little minimal.
And her experience of kinky sex, probably non-existent.
I looked up at Amy and she was watching with wide eyes.
I addressed her. "You want a orgasm?"
Amy looked at me warily. "Not really. If I have a choice." She knew
exactly how she was going to get one. Given the choice, she probably
didn't want the crop on her body as another woman used her tongue on
her.
"You'd allow Karen to make love to you though. Right?"
Amy swallowed and nodded her head. She spoke. "I don't really have a
choice if you tell me to do it. Right? But please. I helped you whip
her. Please."
I nodded. She didn't want the lesbian contact. I'd spare her this
time. Amy had behaved herself. Her punishment could be simply helping
me whip Karen earlier. I know that was hard on the poor girl. She
really hadn't wanted to do that. Besides I think it was her trying to
jump out of her chair that had tipped me off that Karen had run. Amy
looked relieved. Bigtime.
I turned my eyes back to the mother on the floor. She was still on her
hands and knees. Her whole body was shaking. She looked up at me with
pleading in her eyes. Begging. She was crying again. She struggled.
Not knowing if she was in the dog role still, but desperately wanting
to plead with me.
I sat down in one of her chairs and regarded her. Finally she braved
it.
"Please. Master. Don't punish this b-bitch for talking. If you don't
want her to talk, she won't."
I was silent. I didn't mind her talking. I was curious what she
wanted.
Finally she wracked up her courage. "Please. This slave is sorry for
whatever she's done. All she wants is to be let go."
"Why should I let you go?"
"Please. I've. This slave has done everything you wanted. Please. Your
slave is tired. She's hurt. She'll do everything you want, but she
needs some rest. Please."
I could see that she was tired. She was having trouble even keeping
herself upright on her hands and knees. Having trouble lifting her
head. The adrenaline and endorphins were probably coming out of her
system. She probably felt sick too, but she didn't say anything about
that. And with the withdrawal of the endorphins, her pain was probably
returning. Aches and pains that she probably didn't even realize were
there. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Probably a reaction
to the adrenaline and fear combined. She just continued to beg. It was
all she could do.
"Please. Your slave begs you to let her go. I'm. She's so worried
about her daughter, Autumn. Please. Can your slave beg to see her
daughter. Just one last time?"
"What have you got to offer me?"
"Please. Master must know that his slaves have nothing to offer. You
can take whatever you want. Your slave is just begging her master for
some rest and to see her daughter. She loves her." Tears were rolling
down her face as she remained on all fours. Naked. Shaking.
That surprised me. I was expecting her to offer me herself again. Or
anything. She was catching on that she didn't really have anything
anymore. I nodded to her.
"Karen. Honey. You can drop the slave talk. Get to your feet."
"Oh God. This slave isn't sure she can." She was actually having
trouble stopping from talking in the third person. I watched as she
struggled to her knees. She tried to get to her feet, her thighs
straining. She finally made it. Tears falling down her face. Swaying
on her bare feet. Struggling to keep her balance. She looked like she
was fighting faint nausea as well. She didn't complain about it
though. "Please. I can't do anything else. I can barely stand. Please
don't make me do anything else. Please."
"I know you are tired, Karen. Can you get dressed?"
Her eyes looked at me questioningly. "You want me to put my clothing
on?"
"Unless you particularly want to orgasm or something."
"Please don't tease me. I hurt."
"I know. You've been very cooperative. And I'm going to let you go."
"Please. I don't need my clothes. Can I just go to my daughter?
Please?" She had nothing left to hide. I'd forced her to hold a
cucumber in her for what seemed like hours. Might have been. I'd
completely lost track of the time. Nevertheless, she didn't care about
clothing anymore. I'd seen everything.
"Karen. Put on your clothes."
"Alright. Just don't hurt me anymore. Okay?"
She stumbled over to her discarded clothing on the far side of the
kitchen. She looked at me once again. "Really? You are just going to
let me dress myself and walk away?"
"Sort of."
I reached over and began to release Elizabeth's bonds. Keeping my eye
on Karen. Karen was pulling her sweat pants over her legs. Moving
gingerly. Her legs and arms probably aching. She picked up her
sweatshirt and tried to pull it over her head. She cried out as her
muscles cramped when she tried to put her arms over her head. She
struggled with it anyway. Her desire to cover her nudity more
important to her than the transient pain in her body. Maybe she did
still have some pride left. She ignored her socks and stood barefoot
in front of me. But mostly covered. After seeing her bare body, it was
much easier to visualize her without the clothes. I undressed her
again with my mind. I debated making her take off the clothing again,
but she didn't look bad with them on. A little disheveled, perhaps,
but she couldn't hide her beauty. Even the red marks on her chin and
face, leftovers from the wooden spoon treatment enhanced her features.
By this point, Elizabeth was free of her chair except for her wrists
cuffed behind her. She was still flushed from her climax.
I motioned Amy and Elizabeth to their feet. They struggled out of
their chairs. Their bound wrists impeding them, making basic balance a
bit of a chore.
Karen spoke. "What are you going to do with them?"
"Keep them for a while."
"You are just going to let me go? Why?"
She'd never understand the time thing. She thought that I was going to
just walk out with the girls and she'd call the police. She couldn't
understand why I'd just let her do that. And I didn't feel like
explaining it to her.
"You've been cooperative," I answered her.
"Why didn't you rape me?"
"I didn't want to. Not in the mood."
"I'm not attractive?"
"Very attractive. Under different circumstances, you'd be joining
Elizabeth and Amy here."
"I noticed that they were attractive." She flushed. Probably thinking
how up close and personal she had had to get to Elizabeth.
I took a last look at Karen. The red welts on her face from the spoons
already fading. Her amazing body hidden under the clothing. It wasn't
necessary let her get dressed, but I wanted to watch her pull on her
clothes. She was feeling much better with her clothing returned to
her. Standing taller. Less defeated looking. A bit stronger. More
human.
"Can I go to my daughter now? Please?"
"Who are you?" I asked her a last question. She looked a bit puzzled.
She considered her answer. "I'm your slave. Your slut. Your bitch.
Your pet. And I'm Karen Johnson. All rolled into one."
I nodded. It was a good answer. I concentrated on her body space and
released it from our time line. She gasped as she felt the time
collapsing around her and she winked out of existence. Her body jumped
from one side of the kitchen to the other. Instantaneously. Her body
again frozen with the rest of the world in time.
I left Elizabeth and Amy standing quietly by the kitchen table. I
walked up to the frozen woman. Her socks had materialized back on her
feet. She was holding the knife. No marks on her body. Happily
preparing her lunch. Having no idea that I had taken her, broken her,
tortured her. This woman was still blissfully unaware that she could
bark like a dog and she still had no idea what nipple clamps were. I
actually hoped that she'd never find out in real life.
I kissed her time frozen hair and whispered to her. "You were fun
Karen. That's why I let you go. Sleep well. Say good-bye to Autumn for
me as well." She couldn't hear me, but I just somehow wanted to leave
her with something.
I turned on my heel and approached Elizabeth and Amy. The girls were a
little pale from their adventures. I touched their bare arms and
guided them towards the front of the house. The girls walked silently
beside me, their bare feet moving across the tiles in the silent
house.
Chapter 78
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I guided the women out the front door and onto the porch. I
concentrated and collapsed all the time fields within Karen's home. I
never did find out if she actually was married. She probably was
though. Whoever it was, was a lucky man.
Amy seemed to be in her own world. A distant look on her face.
Elizabeth sighed.
"Amy?" The nude girl turned towards me. Questioning me with her eyes.
"You know the way back right? Can you lead? A bit ahead?" I wanted to
talk to Elizabeth on the way back.
For some reason her face brightened. "Of course," she replied. Perhaps
she just wanted some time alone. She had witnessed the complete
degradation of another woman. She had helped in the complete
degradation of another woman. She knew it could have just as easily
been her begging and pleading. Her wrists bound above her. Humiliated.
Barking like a dog. She looked a bit rattled. It had been a while
since I had put any of them through an ordeal. I suspect that they
were getting used to slightly better treatment. Their free time.
I held Elizabeth back as Amy bounced on ahead. Her mood improving as
she moved away. Elizabeth looked a little frightened, but she stood
her ground somewhat defiantly. Pulling weakly against the restraints
still adorning her wrists.
I looked at her and we began walking slowly back to the Victorian home
next door.
"What's the matter?" I asked her.
"Look at me. What do you think is the matter?" She pulled against the
handcuffs to make her point.
"Elizabeth. You've been in chains for days. You have to be getting
used to it by now."
"Hmph. You try being nude and in chains twenty-four hours a day. No
privacy at all. Always frightened. See how you like it."
"I can understand that. But I don't believe you."
"It was Karen," she admitted.
"Karen?"
"Yeah. You were really really rough on her. It scared me."
"She's fine now."
"I know. I couldn't believe that you let her go. She was such a nice
looking woman. So much better than Amy or I. Her breasts were perfect.
And that body." She paused. "I was thinking what if you decide to do
that to me before you send me back. I don't think I could do all that.
I know I offered to take her place. But I don't think I could have
gone through the pain she did. That kind of humiliation." She paused
again. I just waited for her to continue.
"That crop." She began to cry. "It was all I could do not to scream my
heart out. And you weren't even hitting me hard. I don't know how Jane
survived. I've watched you hit her, like, ten times harder. All on the
tits. Christ."
"I won't torture you that bad unless you disobey me. Piss me off. I
promise."
"She was obeying you. And you still put her through the wringer. You
scared me."
"I should scare you. Means you are still sane."
"What if I can't keep up?"
"Keep up?"
"Keep you happy. You'll kill me? I don't want to die."
"Don't be silly. Amy really pissed me off the other day and she's
still alive. I have no intention of killing you. Or of even hurting
you badly. Even the punishment I gave Amy wasn't *that* bad."
"She might be of another opinion. She won't even talk about it. She's
changed."
"If you went through what I put her through. You'd change too. Believe
me. She hasn't changed that much though. She's just more frightened of
me. More obedient now. More accepting of her position. I saw her eyes
flash at me once today. She hasn't been broken. Believe me."
Elizabeth lapsed into silence. We were about halfway back. Amy was
walking about 100 meters ahead. Well out of hearing range. My eyes
traveled the back of her body up ahead. From the top of her head, down
her bare back, her hair gently bouncing with her gait. Her hands
handcuffed behind her. Her bare feet gently falling on the asphalt.
"That's not all. Is it?" I asked the bound beauty beside me.
Elizabeth grimly nodded. Her eyes beginning to tear up again.
She swallowed. "Please. I don't understand."
"Understand what?" But I had a pretty good idea. I was beginning to
think of it as Jane's syndrome. But the other girls didn't know about
Jane. At least I hadn't told any of them.
"Please. I can't."
I decided to help. I knew what the problem was. "Elizabeth. It's
normal."
"How would you know? You aren't a girl. You aren't bound up all the
time. You aren't being tortured all the time. It scared me."
"Elizabeth. Sweetheart. It's precisely because of that. Any pleasure
is magnified. You are just having a normal reaction to the pain. It
doesn't mean you are weird. You just turned it into something more
pleasant. That's all. Honestly."
"But. I don't understand. Why pain? Why are you doing this to me? I
can't believe another girl got me off. I'm not. Honestly. I'm not
lesbian."
"You are just in a strange situation. I'm forcing you to do this.
You're fine. It's just that I'm not giving you any choice."
"But I wasn't thinking about some guy tonguing me like I told you."
The tears really started to flow. "I was feeling the pain of that damn
crop. I was thinking of you and Amy hitting Karen. I was seeing Karen
naked and begging. Crying. I was visualizing her head between my legs.
HER head. Not some guy's. I was thinking of Amy and Karen. Oh Christ.
Naked. Maybe I am a lesbian. I orgasmed to thoughts of you torturing
me and Karen making love to me. My own thoughts. I hate myself. And I
didn't have a normal orgasm. No. Not me. Not just a tiny climax to
satisfy your twisted game. I have the mother of all climaxes. Some
multiple thing. I can't even work myself up that high when I'm by
myself. You and some girl took me there and I'm scared."
Her voice trailed off. I didn't quite know how to handle this.
"Elizabeth. Baby. Please. You've got to believe me. You are alright.
You aren't a lesbian. And you aren't into pain. I'm forcing this on
you because I enjoy it. You are just identifying with me. Don't hate
yourself. Honestly. You were only enjoying the sensations because that
was all you could feel. And you just managed to turn it into something
less painful. The mind does these things to protect you. That's all I
let you feel. Your mind had to do something with it. You would have
had the same reaction if I'd been eating you out. Or Tom Cruise. Same
reason that you wanted to make love to me the other night. I haven't
given you the opportunity for sexual release and any stimulation is
going to make you hot. And besides it is normal to have thoughts of
the same sex. Especially in women. It doesn't make you gay. It doesn't
even make you bisexual. It's normal. It was just a fantasy. In normal
time, you know, the real life that I took away from you a while back,
you'll never feel these things because there won't be some asshole
tying you up constantly and preventing you from normal sexual
expression. Elizabeth. You'll be alright. You can't let this get to
you. You'll be nuts before you know it."
She thought about this for a minute. "I'm not all that experienced,
you know?"
"I know." I had suspected as much. The almost virginal pleasure she
was finding in everything. She seemed to feel almost proud of herself
when she managed to give a good blow job. Have a multiple orgasm.
Losing herself into this unfamiliar sex. But then, she dropped into
this guilty mode. I suspect that this was just those age old daemons
and sexual taboos surfacing again. Despite the multiple orgasm things,
maybe there was some disadvantages to being female. Always fighting
these daemons. Didn't sound like much fun.
"Don't get me wrong. I've had a couple of lovers. But. It was always
straight forward. Boring. I. I can't ... I had better orgasms by
myself. Then you come along. Whips and chains. Visions that I never
should have seen. Lesbian acts. Pain. Torture. Incest for crying out
loud. And I'm getting horny? I've been turned into a sex slave. I
don't even have control over my sexual urges. Incest! My god I should
be disgusted. But no. Elizabeth gets turned on. Goddammit. The sex I
had with you the other night, the stuff I *asked* for? You know that
you are the one and only guy I've ever asked for sex from? The oral
sex? It was the best sex with another person I've ever had. And I'm
not in love with you. And now a complete stranger. A woman. Is forced
to have oral sex with me while I'm bound and being whipped. I have a
fucking multiple orgasm. Maybe the only one I'll ever have. I'm so
confused."
"Elizabeth. I know. Honey. I wish I knew. Everybody reacts to stress
differently. And believe me. You are under stress. You'll be alright.
You are such a strong woman. Don't let it bother you. Just enjoy
yourself when I let you. There's no pressure here. No inhibitions. I'm
not going to think anything. That you're some kind of slut. Honest. If
anything, I'll be impressed that you can actually find some kind of
pleasure in all this. I'm betting that most women would fall apart
completely. Go insane. If they were put into your place. I'm forcing
you to do it. Try to remember. It's only temporary. You get to forget
everything when I send you back."
Elizabeth just pulled against her handcuffs and stopped in the middle
of the road. She looked so lost. So alone. Standing in the middle of
the asphalt. Naked. Handcuffed. Tear streaked face. Body shaking.
This suffering creature managed to choke out. "But. But what if I
never get to have another multiple orgasm again?" She just collapsed
into tears.
I moved to her and gathered her into my arms. Giving her a hug. She
trembled and I could tell that she wanted to return the embrace but
the handcuffs behind her back prevented it. She just stood still and
cried into my shoulder. I stroked her hair until her shakes subsided.
Finally she pulled away. I checked over my shoulder. Amy wasn't in
sight, but the gate to the house was just up ahead.
"I'll be alright? You promise? I'm not a lesbian?"
"I promise. Maybe you should talk to Jane. She's pretty good at these
things." I knew that Jane had been, and was still, going through this
process. I don't think she was worried about turning into a lesbian,
but she certainly was concerned about the pain and degradation turning
her on. She was far more naturally masochistic than Elizabeth, but the
feelings were similar. They might be able to help each other through
the confusion.
"Jane is feeling this too. Isn't she?"
Perceptive. "A little. Her situation is a little different. But she'll
tell you if she chooses."
"You are respecting her privacy?"
"Yeah. And I'm not going to tell any of the girls about this
conversation either. No need. I figure you'll tell them if you want
them to know. Why do you think I sent Amy up ahead?"
"You knew? You knew I was feeling this way?"
"Of course I knew."
She managed to get out a smile and I kissed her forehead.
"I'd be better if you didn't find it necessary to torture us so much."
"I know. Not an option. This is my timeline."
"Don't remind me."
She began to walk. Quiet. Lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts of her
feelings. Thoughts of her body. Tears threatened a number of times,
but she fought them off with an obvious effort. I let her walk in
silence. Let her deal with her thoughts. We passed through the open
gate. I turned and closed it behind us. Up ahead I glimpsed Amy. She
was sitting in the grass beside the path. Her hands supporting her
behind her back. Her legs stretched out. Enjoying the sun.
She waited for us to approach and struggled to her bare feet.
"What the heck took you so long? Stop for a quickie?" She'd been tied
up in the same room that night that Elizabeth had asked me for sex. It
was her attempt at humour.
I aimed a slap at her ass. She managed to block it with her bound
hands. She laughed. Her mood had certainly improved with the time she
spent alone. She stuck out her tongue and ran to the front porch. Her
breasts bouncing as she ran through the grass. She was completely
oblivious to the show she was giving me. I doubted if she even cared
anymore. They were pretty used to being naked all the time. Not having
control of their own bodies. The chain of her handcuffs jangled as she
ran.
As she approached the door, she turned around and managed to open it
with her bound hands. She slipped inside leaving the door open. I
linked arms with the naked bound girl left beside me and we walked
slowly up to the door and also slipped inside. Compared to the bright
sunshine outdoors, the hallway looked dark and gloomy. My eyes began
to adjust to the lower light level. It was actually quite bright in
the foyer. Light streaming in through a skylight. Amy was waiting for
us sitting daintily on the bottom step. Her legs modestly together.
Her hands still attached behind her back.
I turned Elizabeth around and removed her handcuffs. I tossed them on
the foyer table. Automatically, she knelt. I motioned Amy over and did
the same for her. She absently rubbed her wrists but sank to her knees
beside Elizabeth.
"Girls? Feel like showering?"
Elizabeth glanced behind her and grimaced at the state of the soles of
her feet. She'd been walking without shoes for a couple of days. She
ought to be used to dirty feet. "I'd happily fuck you a million times
if you let me have a hot shower. God. I feel so dirty." I could tell
by her tone that she wasn't just referring to her dusty bare feet.
Amy piped up. "Well, I wouldn't fuck you a million times, but I'd give
you a really good tumble for a hot shower. Maybe even a good blow
job." She stuck out her tongue again. I wondered what had gotten into
her.
I turned to Amy. A smile playing on my lips. "If I ordered you to fuck
me a million times you would."
She lowered her head before I could see the mischievous smile. She
tried to feign a gruff voice. "I guess. You couldn't keep up with me,
though."
I knew that I couldn't. I probably should have punished her for that
remark, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. She was just having
fun. And they had precious little of that with me around. Just blowing
off steam from the ordeal they'd just been through. Probably was
healthy for them. I let it slide, smiling ruefully. She was right
after all. I probably didn't have a hope of keeping up with her beyond
the first climax. She was female after all. And their bodies did give
them some natural advantages.
"After you finish. Make yourselves presentable. Make up. All that. And
then you have free time until I need you. You can go back to Dickens
and AC/DC if you want." I smiled at the contrast in their free time
activities. "Just keep the noise down to a dull roar. Shower is first
door on the right upstairs. Keep it down. Sheila still may be sleeping
right next door. No singing."
The girls rose to their bare feet. They both thanked me before
disappearing upstairs. They knew that they were expected to shower
together. They would. They had bounced right back. Free of restraints.
Free of torment. Completely happy again. Female resilience. I'd never
figure them out.
I moved off into the living room. The room that held the stereo
equipment. I leaned back on the sofa that Amy was using to listen to
AC/DC. Comfortable. The Mayers did know how to buy comfortable
furniture. Though I had my doubts at the comfort of Sheila's bed. I
rose and poked my head into the library. Christi was sitting in her
recliner. Head still buried in the Talisman.
She jumped when she saw me. "Oh. Hi. I didn't hear you come in."
"Enjoying the book?"
She curled her bare legs under her and nodded. I could see the look in
her eye. Hoping that it wasn't time to put down the book. I walked
over to her and kissed the top of her head. "Keep reading little one.
You'll be busy soon enough."
"Oh." She wagged her tongue at me. A mischievous smile playing along
her lips. "Not with this I hope."
"I somehow doubt it. But one never knows."
I turned away from her and wandered into the dining area. Jane was
asleep in the sun in the bay window. She looked very peaceful. Smiling
in her sleep. Though she seemed to be pulling gently at her cuffed
wrists in her sleep. I walked back out. I wanted to relax for a while.
No need to disturb her.
I walked back through the library, past Christi. I touched her hair as
I passed and she smiled.
"Anything I can do for you? To you?" she inquired sweetly.
I laughed. "If you want." I wasn't in the mood to force her to do
anything. I'd had my fill of forcing females today. The images of
Karen were still dancing fresh in my memory. Christi's eyes darted
back to her book and I laughed again. It was pretty clear what she'd
prefer to do.
I wandered back into the entertainment room. I picked through the
compact disks. A whole collection of AC/DC. I couldn't imagine who in
this household would listen to it. Perhaps they had a teenager or
university kid away from home. I guess I ought to find out. Later.
Some Celtic music. Country and western. Some rock and roll. Some light
jazz. An eclectic mix.
I wanted to relax so country was definitely out. I didn't particularly
want to raise my stress levels. I debated putting on the classic Back
In Black album, for about 0.36 seconds. I pulled out an Enya disk and
slipped it into the player. I raised my eyebrows. An older B&O system.
One thing was for sure. The Mayers had taste. Thinking of Sheila
briefly, I'd have to say that at least Evan definitely had taste.
I wandered back to the sofa and lay back. I slipped the headphones
over my ears and felt myself slipping away to another land. Another
place. The haunting notes and clear voice of Enya transporting me. I
closed my eyes. I could have sworn it was only for a moment.
I awoke to feel someone unbuttoning my jeans. Soft hands began to play
with me. Storms in Africa crashing about my ears. I felt myself
engulfed in a warm wet cavern. I felt teeth graze me. My breathing
quickened as I hardened. I thrust up towards her. I still hadn't
opened my eyes. I had no idea which of them it was. I was guessing
Christi, but I really didn't care. I felt the soft mouth leave me and
I heard myself moan over the music.
I felt a different warmth. Warmer. Wetter. Tighter. Engulfing me. I
felt a warm leg pressing against my jeans as she straddled me. She
began slowly. Softly kissing at my lips. She cried out as well as she
increased the tempo. Soon she was moving in rhythm with the drums
crashing into my ears. As Storms in Africa ended, and silence ensued I
felt her heat rising. I could feel her fingers gently probing between
our legs. Pushing herself. Touching her clitoris. Gasping. I dimly
realized that the CD had ended. Meaning that I'd been here for the
better part of an hour. Until whoever it was had come to find me. I
didn't want to open my eyes. Enjoying the sensations of the sex.
Experiencing the girl. Whichever one it was. I could feel her fingers
speeding up. Finding her own rhythm which was far faster than mine.
Her hips rising and falling. Slowly. She let out a small cry and I
could feel her internal muscles spasming. Tightening. Forcing herself
down onto me. I felt myself rise. Unable to hold back with the
sensations of her orgasm. I thrust deep into her. Feeling myself tense
and gasp out. I felt her weight fall forward onto me as she finished.
Her chained hands pressing into my chest through my T-shirt. Her
cuffed hands pressing between the softer pressure of her bare breasts.
Her lips gently licking at mine as she came down from her climax. Her
muscles still twitching. She just lay there panting. Not even
bothering to extract me from her. Just enjoying the afterglow. I
finally opened my eyes. Flipping the silent headphones from my ears. A
blonde head rested on my chest just below my head. I could smell her
hair. Clover. With an effort she rose. Pressing against me with her
bound hands. She smiled.
She whispered. "I was just going to swallow. But then I realized that
I needed it too." She was still breathing hard as she rose off of me.
I was soft and I shuddered at the sensation of coming out of her. She
smiled again. She knelt and took my limp penis in her bound hands. She
leaned forward and used her tongue and soft mouth to clean me. Despite
having just had sex with the girl, I found myself reacting to her
again. I just found it incredibly erotic, this nude, restrained
creature kneeling beside me after sex and cleaning her own fluids from
me. She finished her task and carefully tucked me back into my jeans
and rebuttoned the pants. She had some trouble because of the
handcuffs, but she managed.
"I think I'll go back to reading. You want the CD on again?" She
padded barefoot over to the stereo. I shook my head.
"Where are the others?" I asked her.
She turned just before disappearing into the library. "I think Jane is
still asleep in the dining room. Elizabeth and Amy showed up a while
back. Pretty clean. Amy was livid that she couldn't listen to the
stereo, but you were asleep. She didn't think it was a good plan to
wake you. She's just lying on the floor of the library staring at the
ceiling. Elizabeth is reading that dreadful bore Dickens. Enough of an
update for you?"
"Do they know what you were doing?"
"Yeah." Christi blushed. "I heard you had some fun with the
neighbours. I thought you might be able to use the relief. I heard you
managed to control yourself. At least you didn't rape her."
I sat up. "You can send Amy in. I'm not using the stereo anymore."
"Alright. Hey? You mind if I have a shower? I wasn't going to ask, I
mean I just had one with Sheila, but after ... what we just did ..."
She glanced down at herself. I could see the wetness on the tops of
her bare thighs.
"Come here." Christi pranced over. Proud of herself. I unlocked her
cuffs. "Go enjoy your shower."
"I will. And thank you."
"Make it quick. I have plans for you."
"Oh no."
She practically ran to the library doorway and stuck her head in.
"Stereo's free Amy." Christi ran back through the living room. A
streak of nudity and scampered into the foyer and up the stairs.
Minutes later I heard the shower running.
Amy slowly walked in from the library. Eyes lowered. I was surprised
that her hands were cuffed in front of her. I was sure that I'd left
her and Elizabeth free. She noticed my scrutiny.
"Elizabeth and I thought that you would want us cuffed like Christi
and Jane. Christi recuffed us."
I was surprised. "You really don't want to be punished, do you?"
"Would you in my position?"
I smiled at the girl. She looked radiant. Fresh make up. Fresh nail
polish. Fingers and toes. Her hair shone as it fell across her bare
shoulders. She simply glowed, exuding sexuality. Her skin looked silky
soft. She walked over to me and carefully knelt on the carpet in front
of the sofa.
"Can a slave please listen to her music in her spare time. You are
giving us free time, aren't you?"
I nodded and handed her the earphones. I kissed the top of her head. I
debated having her lie on the floor instead of the sofa, but couldn't
really see the point.
"Why did you let her go?"
"You mean Karen?"
"Yeah. As Elizabeth pointed out, she was your type."
"You think anything female with a pulse is my type."
"No. She was drop dead gorgeous. And you know it. Maybe not as nice as
Christi or Jane. But she was certainly nicer looking than me or
Elizabeth."
I decided to be honest with her. "She had a kid. She would have been a
handful."
"I thought you liked your women feisty."
"She wasn't very feisty at the end."
"You just about killed her. What did you expect? She'd have regained
her self-esteem after a rest. I saw her face when you let her dress
herself at the end. She still needed a rest, but she would have been
even more frisky afterwards. And you know that too."
"I have enough girls right now. Honest. I can always go back for her
if I want her."
"I guess." Not really understanding. But she didn't have to. I gave
her a peck on the cheek and she smiled. She used her bound hands to
place the earphones on her head.
"What were you listening to?" She changed the subject.
"Enya."
"You have to be joking."
"Enya. It's relaxing music. I should force you to listen to it. Tie
you to this sofa. Force the earphones on you. And turn it up."
She paled, getting the image. I smiled and she grinned uncertainly. I
rose and walked over to the stereo. "Back in Black? Or Thunderstruck?"
"B in B, please," she replied quietly from the sofa. Completely unused
to me doing something for her. Even something as simple as putting a
disk on for her. Normally I'd make her crawl to the disk rack, take
out something she hated, make her put it on and listen to it. I smiled
at her confusion. I switched disks for her and pressed play. Not quite
understanding. But not willing to question the small kindness, she
simply settled herself back into the sofa. I could see her moving her
body to the initial bells on the album. Hell's Bells indeed.
She had closed her eyes, and didn't notice as I slipped back into the
library.
Elizabeth looked up from her book. "Hi." She regarded me with a
mixture of slight apprehension and relaxation. Probably afraid I was
going to take the book from her.
She was stunning as well. Freshly scrubbed. Clean. Her red hair
catching the light. Shining. Fresh make up and nail polish. I couldn't
see her feet, as she was seated at the table. But I assumed that all
of them knew to put on nail polish. Finger and toes. The handcuffs she
wore almost looked like jewelry adorning her wrists. I couldn't quite
tell but I thought she might have coloured her nipples. Or maybe she
was just aroused and they had deepened in colour. I couldn't imagine
Tale of Two Cities arousing her, though. Maybe her mind was on
something else. She saw where my gaze was falling and let her book
fall gently to the table. Not losing her place. She raised her bound
hands so I could see her chest more clearly.
"You like?"
"Of course I like."
She gave me a mischievous grin. "I thought that your sex drive would
have been diminished." Referring to Christi. She was still holding her
bound arms out of the line of view. "Alright. You are confused. I used
some rouge on them. You like?" I nodded. "I thought you might." She
lowered her arms. Partially blocking my view of her chest again. "My
face is up here, you know." I jerked my eyes away from her bare chest.
It was surprisingly hard to do. She was smiling. Knowing that she'd
surprised me. I'd have to have a closer look at her nipples later. I
couldn't believe that I was reacting to this as well. I certainly
hadn't had time to recover from Christi. Yet, there it was.
I blew her a kiss and began to walk towards the dining room.
"She's sleeping."
"Not for long."
"Oh. I still have free time, right?"
"Considering your little surprise, I guess it would be really cruel to
take it away from you."
She allowed herself a self-satisfied smile and bent back to Revolution
France.
I wandered into the dining room. I slipped into a chair quietly and
just watched the nude woman reclining asleep in the window. The
morning sun caught her bare body as she lay easily on her back. Her
breasts rising and falling gently with her regular breathing. She
looked so peaceful. I almost hesitated to wake her. Unfortunately, I
needed her. I let myself watch her for a few more minutes. Just
enjoying the sight of her.
Chapter 79
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As I watched, Jane's eyes fluttered open. I hadn't even touched her or
made her aware of my presence. She just came awake. Somehow feeling my
eyes on her as she slept.
She yawned and stretched, raising her cuffed wrists above her head and
pulling her bare breasts into a delightful position. Her legs reached,
toes pointed. She seemed unaware of the effect she was having on me. I
couldn't understand this. There was absolutely no way I should be
interested. No matter what the stimulus. Even this gorgeous teenager
nude and stretching. Completely at ease in her nudity. Christi had
drained me. I just tried to ignore my reaction to her. Somehow.
She had pulled herself up and was now sitting on the window ledge
gently swinging her bare legs.
"I wonder why there weren't plants here."
"Huh?"
"The morning sun is beautiful here. Warm. Bright. It would be a
perfect place for plants. Lots of room." She indicated the wide shelf
upon which she had stretched out.
"Maybe Gertrude slept here in the nude as well."
"Right." She yawned again.
"Still tired?"
"Not really." She was swinging her legs again as she sat on the edge
of the window shelf. Completely uncaring that she was nude and I
wasn't.
"Sheila make any noise while I was gone?" I asked her.
"Not that I know of. But I was asleep. Maybe you would be better
asking Christi. Christi didn't wake me up. I'd assume if there was a
problem, she would have come to get me to help. Those were your
orders. Where'd you go?"
"To the neighbours."
"Why?"
"Exploring."
"Anybody interesting?" Not anything. Anybody. Jane knew me too well.
"Maybe."
"You took another one?"
"Sort of."
"I'll bet she wasn't thrilled."
"Not really. I doubt if she liked acting like a dog."
Jane just raised her eyebrows. "You'll have to tell me more later."
"Perhaps. Amy and Elizabeth can tell the tale as well."
Jane just looked at me. "You just want to talk, or was there another
reason you woke me up?"
"I didn't wake you."
"You were going to." I nodded. She was too perceptive. "Time to take
care of our Judge? Or are you going to rape me?" She said it calmly.
Almost dispassionately.
I set my mouth in a grim line. "Our judge has reached his judgment
day. You know it."
"You haven't told Sheila yet? Have you? She may not even want to see
him, you know?"
I couldn't imagine that his former slave wouldn't want the chance to
get back at him. "What do you mean?" I asked the naked girl in front
of me.
"He's abused her so long, she might not be capable of striking back at
him. I'd keep my eye on her. He might still have influence over her.
Even if the bastard is tied down, she might be so used to following
his orders that she might turn on you if he tells her to. She might be
too afraid to go back into that room. She might not be capable of
hurting another person. Even if he deserves it. She knows what being
hurt is all about. She might not be able to inflict it back on someone
else. Even her tormentor. Don't punish her if she can't. That's all."
I nodded. That made some sense.
"I'll talk to her. Are you going to be alright with this?"
"I think so. I just keep thinking how he just was casually calling me
a bitch and I see red. He has no respect for women at all. He actually
thinks of the whole female of the species as animals. His animals. No
better than your average cute monkey. I've lived my life hating people
like that. I think I can strike back at him. I might even enjoy it."
"You thought I was just as bad once."
"Sometimes you still are. Sometimes I hate you just as much. Luckily,
or maybe unluckily, you usually have me tied down when that happens. I
can't do much. And then you ease up. You can actually be nice to us.
And my anger melts. I mean, I've just been lying here nude in the sun
for hours. Just relaxing. Thinking. Sleeping. I can't do that in the
real world. I have to go to school. Impress my friends. Hold down an
after school job. Worry about college. And obviously I can't just
lounge around without my clothes. Maybe a bit of torment once in a
while is worth it just to have this peace. You know, I still haven't
figured you out. I just know that I don't hate you like I hate that
bastard upstairs. I do know that I'm freer here. Despite these." She
rattled her handcuffs. "I'm not sure that I can explain it."
I nodded. I was thinking that I might just have to explore her a bit
more. Figure out what she was feeling. It felt vaguely important. But
now wasn't the time.
I motioned for her to rise. She padded over to where I was sitting.
She made a quick motion to kneel, but I stopped her. We were going
upstairs anyway. I reached for her bound wrists and released them. She
stood quietly rubbing her wrists. There were marks where the steel had
dug into her skin. Not because they were particularly tight, but
because of the position that they had fallen into while the girl had
slept. She didn't make any comment about the deep indents.
"Come on." She fell into step beside me as I made my way back out to
the foyer and the stairs. As we climbed the steps, I heard the shower
cease and the sounds of clean bare feet squeaking against porcelain.
I opened the door to the bathroom and a cloud of steam flowed out into
the hall. Christi had just stepped from the shower. Her skin produced
goose flesh as the cooler air from the hallway kissed her bare body.
She shivered but immediately dropped the towel from around her as I
gazed in. Sensing that she ought to present herself bare unless told
otherwise. Her body looked radiant as she stood there dripping. Her
nipples were hard from the sudden indraught.
"You can dry yourself."
She thankfully resumed toweling herself. Rubbing the moisture from her
skin. Purposefully running the towel between her legs. Sighing. Not
even a hint of self-consciousness as I watched her. The girls really
were getting used to me just watching their bare bodies moving in
everyday tasks. At one point they were distinctly uncomfortable with
me watching them. Now it was almost as though they enjoyed it. At
least in Christi's and Jane's case.
"Didn't wash your hair?" It was only wet below her shoulders.
"I washed it this morning. It didn't think it needed it. If you want,
I'll get back in and wash it for you. Not like I'm dressed or
anything."
"That's alright. I was only curious." I could see that the portion of
her hair that was still dry shone in the light. It didn't need
cleaning. She was telling the truth. I was sure that after she'd
brushed it out it would be as lustrous as though she'd just been to
the hair dresser.
She smiled and continued to dry off. Running the towel down her legs
and lifting her foot to dry her toes.
"Janey?"
"Yes sir?"
"I want you to help Christi get ready. Help her with her makeup and
touch up yours. I'm going to rouse the sleeping beauty in the next
room."
"Be gentle with her. Okay?"
I nodded, watching as Jane stepped into the bathroom with Christi. I
turned away as she picked up a bottle of nail polish off the counter.
I walked to the master bedroom. I found myself consciously holding
back my arm from knocking. Sheila couldn't answer the door anyway. I
silently opened the door and slipped into the room, turning the knob
so that the door shut quietly. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the
gloom. Sheila was still sleeping peacefully under the blankets. The
blankets rose and fell with her soft breathing.
I slipped into the chair that I'd left by the bed and just watched
her. I really enjoyed watching them sleep. So peaceful. Sheila moved
in her sleep. Her wrist pulling against it's restraint. She mumbled
something softly and wrinkled her nose. She settled back down and was
peaceful again. I watched her for a few more minutes, then leaned
forward and gently kissed her forehead. She mumbled something in her
sleep and tried to roll over.
Her right wrist snapped hard against the steel around it and her eyes
fluttered open. She screamed as she saw me beside her in the dark.
Startled by my presence.
"Shhhh. Shhh. It's just me. You're okay. Relax. I'm not here to hurt
you."
She closed her eyes. Trying to control her wild breathing. Gasping for
air. I'd really frightened her. Pulling at the handcuff holding her to
the bed.
"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," she mumbled. "Not a dream. Oh God. Not a
dream."
Her face was in profile as she lay on her back. Her lips moving as she
rocked her body. She weakly pulled against her restraint and struggled
to control her body. I could see her shaking under the covers. Second
time today I'd given a girl an adrenaline rush. I just gave her time
to recover. I doubted if the rush of adrenaline was enough to make her
sick.
Finally she managed to control her breathing; it returned to a
slightly fast, but regular beat. I was sure her heart was still
hammering a mile a minute. She gingerly grasped the covers in her left
hand and lifted them. Regarding her body beneath. Just as nude as when
she fell asleep. She closed her eyes and then reopened them.
She turned her head towards me in the dark. "Oh God. It wasn't a
dream. Was it?"
I shook my head. "No, Sheila, it wasn't."
"You aren't going to let him touch me again are you?"
"He won't touch you while I'm in control here. I can promise you
that."
Her body began to shake again and she struggled to control it. With an
effort, she succeeded.
"Jane? And Christi? Where are they?"
"In the bathroom. They'll be here shortly."
"I'd like to see them. Please?"
"As soon as they're done."
She swallowed. "Please. I'm thirsty. Can I have a drink?"
I rose from the chair. "Sure. Be back in a minute."
I walked out to the bathroom. Blinking in the sudden light. The girls
were just about finished. Christi was drying the bottom part of her
hair. She playfully thrust her bare chest out as she saw me enter. Her
hands above her, her right holding the hair dryer and her left buried
in her hair. Most of the steam had disappeared from the room. Escaped
through the open door. Jane was drying her nails. She'd changed the
colour to a deep red. Her make up was perfect again. No sign of the
sleep she'd had. She'd brushed out her hair as well. Still soft and
shiny from this morning. I couldn't help myself. I ran my fingers
through her chestnut hair. She allowed the touch and actually smiled
and gave a small laugh. For some reason pleased that I'd done it.
I searched around and found a plastic cup. Probably used by the former
occupants of the house for brushing their teeth. I rinsed it in the
sink and filled it with cold water.
"Come to the master bedroom when you are both done," I left them one
last instruction as I left carrying the water.
I slipped back into the room with Sheila.
"Lights," I announced to the only other occupant of the room. I
flicked on the lights.
Sheila cried out as the bright light hit her. Not quick enough to
close her eyes before the lights snapped on. She had scrunched up her
face, closing her lids tightly against the harsh light. Her left arm
was thrown across her eyes. I sat back in the chair beside her.
Finally she opened one eye and managed to brave the light. "You could
have warned me," she chastised me.
"I did."
"Not much of a warning. I'm barely awake. I don't want to be awake."
I looked at her again in the light. Her eyes were both open, but
blinking furiously. I cringed as I saw her face for the first time in
the light. The right side of her face was slightly swollen. There was
a angry red bruise formed on her right cheek. About where the bastard
had slapped her. Her right eye was blackened. Not the worst shiner I'd
ever seen. Hell, I'd gotten worse myself in the schoolyard in my
younger days. But seeing it on this delicate woman seemed wrong
somehow.
"What?" she asked seeing my scrutiny of her face. She hitched herself
up towards the head of the bed, sitting up. The covers fell away from
her bare breasts. Noticing, she tried to cover herself by pulling the
covers up with her left hand.
"Sheila. Honey. Leave it, it's nothing I'm not going to see anyway." I
was far more concerned with her face anyway.
She noticed that my gaze hadn't fallen to her bare chest but remained
on the right side of her face. She lifted her left hand and touched
her right cheek, letting the covers settle around her waist. She
winced at her touch. She traced along her eye, involuntarily moving
away from her fingers. She dropped her hand back to the covers and
began to cry silently.
"I'm a mess aren't I? I'm sorry."
I couldn't imagine for what she was apologizing. Maybe that bastard in
the other room had made her apologize for her appearance. Even after
he'd caused the bruises marring her perfect face. I couldn't
understand what would possess him to be so brutal with such a delicate
creature. Control didn't require this kind of heavy handedness.
I lifted the cup of water towards her lips. I noticed that the right
side of her upper lip was slightly swollen as well. She allowed me to
feed her, wincing as the cup touched her upper lip. She drank the
whole cup of water in one big long swallow.
I gently asked her. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore as hell."
"I'll bet. What were you sorry about?" I asked her.
"Me. My face. I. I guess I just didn't want you to see me like this."
"Sheila, you'll be alright. It's not your fault. It will heal."
"I've been through worse." I couldn't imagine her looking any worse
unless he had gotten to the left side of her face as well. Then it
would have been twice as bad, I guess. "Why did you wake me up? Why
are you being so gentle with me?"
"I didn't mean to frighten you."
"I know. It's just that, my Master ... I mean the judge ... would wake
me up by slapping me, or shaking the hell out of me. I can't count the
times I was awakened screaming in pain."
"I'm sorry. I don't wake up my girls like that. Usually they are up
well before me anyway."
"Thank God you don't wake us up like that. God I hated that. Why'd you
wake me up then? You want something."
"Sheila. Honey. I just didn't want you to sleep all day. You wouldn't
sleep when we do. Tonight."
"That's not all is it? You want to hurt me. Or rape me." Suspiciously.
"Why aren't Jane and Christi here?"
I almost laughed, but I controlled the impulse. "I think that you are
hurt enough. I don't need to add to it. And I think raping you
qualifies as hurting you. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. And I
told you. Jane and Christi just have to finish in the bathroom and
they will be here."
She sighed. "You are so different. He wouldn't have cared. He would
have raped me and added to my bruise list just for fun. And god help
me if I complained."
"I'm not Mayer. Never will be. And speaking of Mayer, you feel like
getting back at him?"
"Getting back at him?"
"Yeah. Paying him back? Getting some revenge?"
"What do you mean?" She was truly confused.
"Let's hypothetically pretend that I had him helpless. You know, how
he kept you. Maybe bound up. Uncomfortable. Would you want to pay him
back for some of those bruises? Give him a taste of his own medicine?"
She closed her eyes and thought about it for a second. "I'd be yours
forever if you let me at him for just a half hour." A thought occurred
to her. "He couldn't get at me. Retaliate? Ever?"
"Nope. He'd be completely at your mercy."
"Oh God. I don't know. I want to. God, do I want to. But. I know what
it's like on the other end. Being helpless. Having someone just beat
the hell out of you for no reason. It's wrong." She closed her eyes.
Remembering some abuse from the past.
"Alright. I won't force you to do it. But I think you should
reconsider. You have a damn good reason to do this. It would hardly be
for no reason. I doubt if I've ever met someone who had a better
reason for beating the hell out of someone. There aren't any courts
here to determine right or wrong. Just me. And I think that he
deserves it. Any damage that you inflict is temporary anyway. I won't
let you kill him though he probably deserves that as well. And even if
you decide to spend the time relaxing in this comfortable bed instead
of getting some much deserved revenge, just so you know, I am letting
Jane and Christi take out some of their frustrations on the guy. And
believe me. They have their frustrations. Not to mention a touch of
anger at what he did to you. They didn't have a problem with it after
being with you earlier."
"Jane and Christi are going to do this? They'll be there as well?"
"Yes. For you. Personally, if I were in your shoes, I'd want to just
beat the hell out of him. Maybe you should see your face before you
make a decision."
Sheila thought about it. "I'm not wearing any shoes." She managed a
smile. "You wouldn't let me. So I don't think that you could be in
them. But I guess you are right. If they can do it, I guess I can.
I'll do it." Tears began to fall down her face. She'd bowed her head a
bit while thinking and her tears fell slowly off her cheeks and onto
her bare breasts.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. I hate him." Simple sentiments. I could hear the
simple truth in her words.
I nodded. I heard a knock on the bedroom door. Could only be Jane and
Christi.
"You okay?"
I watched as she exerted her will and fought back the tears. She
nodded wiping viciously at her face with her left hand. Crying out as
she forgot about the bruises on the right side of her face.
"Come in." I called.
I saw Jane poke her head around the door as she opened it. "I wasn't
sure if you wanted us to wait outside." She gasped as she saw Sheila's
face. Without waiting for my answer she practically ran into the room
and jumped onto the bed with Sheila. Taking her face in her hands.
Gently stroking her.
"Oh God. He really did a number on you. Didn't he?" She looked over at
me. "I can do anything to him? I'm gonna fucking enjoy this. See how
he likes it."
Christi had walked into the room and came to stand by my chair. Gazing
at Sheila's bruises. Tears beginning to form in her eyes as she
realized in stark detail just what this woman had had to endure.
Sheila was wincing a bit at Jane's probes of her bruises, but she just
closed her eyes, sat still and let the other girl rattle on. Finally,
Jane noticed that she was hurting the other girl and withdrew her
hands.
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's okay. I've endured worse and with a lot less love." Sheila
impulsively bent at her waist and gave Jane a quick kiss on the cheek.
Definitely not shy around women. She was far more nervous when we were
alone together, even though I'd never done anything to suggest that
I'd hurt her. Or even touch her. Only what had to be done to keep her
in my control which pretty much consisted of placing a handcuff on her
wrist. Hardly on par with mauling her. But I guess I couldn't blame
her. I was her new master and she didn't really have a clue what I was
like.
Sheila turned to me. "M-master? Can your new slave clean herself up
before we do this?"
I nodded. I handed Christi the key to Sheila's restraints and Christi
moved towards her. Sheila suffered another kiss to her bruised cheek
as Christi moved towards her. Christi whispered to her. "We'll get him
back. Just you wait."
As Sheila was released from the bed, she idly rubbed her wrist. She
smiled and then cringed a bit. Even smiling hurt her.
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Sheila took a deep breath, cringed again as something inside her
twinged with the motion, and threw off the covers. They landed pretty
much on Jane who was still kneeling on the bed beside her. It didn't
look like the cover thing was intentional on Sheila's part. I smiled.
"Ooof." Jane mumbled as she untangled herself laughing.
Sheila swung her legs off the bed and stood on her bare feet, slightly
swaying. I swallowed as I looked at her perfect figure. Her face
looked like it had gone through a war. Her hair was tangled. She
sported a number of minor bruises along her arms. Probably where Mayer
had gripped her before I met her. Her left thigh had a yellow bruise
just above the knee on the inside. Again, it looked like an older
discolouration. I motioned her over and she gingerly walked towards my
chair.
Her entire left side was purple. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine
the discomfort that she was experiencing. The angry looking bruise
began just below her breasts and extended all the way to halfway down
her hip. It wrapped around to her back and touched her belly on the
other side. A bright purple tinged with yellow.
I ran my finger slowly down the discolouration and she cried out
softly. She didn't back away, which surprised me. I really was
concerned that she had a cracked rib. I couldn't imagine anything else
causing this kind of bruise. If she did have a cracked rib there
wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. She'd just have to suffer. But
she seemed to be in decent spirits despite the pain. Perhaps she was
just glad that she wasn't under Mayer's control any longer.
I heard Christi whisper, "Oh my God," as she saw the injury.
Sheila spoke up. "I've had worse, you know. Don't worry about it."
I just shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe this girl was
standing here, much less calmly talking about it. She must have had an
incredibly high tolerance for pain. Perhaps she'd just learned to
accept it during her stay with the judge. I'd seen it inflicted on
her, but I had no idea that he'd kicked her this hard. Nobody deserved
this. Even a dog wouldn't have been treated this badly.
She calmly continued. "Last time I had one of these, he forced me to
crawl for him, he raped me, and then he laughed as he kicked me in the
same place again. I think I passed out. And the next day it was like
twice this big. And so purple. I bruise easily." Tears began to fall
from her eyes silently as she dispassionately described what had
happened to her. "It eventually healed. This will heal. If I don't get
kicked again."
I closed my eyes. It was going to be a pleasure watching these girls
go at this monster.
I rose and gently guided the injured woman from the bedroom. Jane and
Christi just followed us silently, their bare feet whispering across
the carpet. I leaned on the bathroom doorjamb as Sheila cleaned
herself up. She gasped as she splashed cold water on her face.
Gingerly drying it off. Dabbing at her right cheek. She picked up the
brush in her left hand and was unable to raise her arm to run it
through her hair. She transferred it to her right and raised her arm
again. Cringing at the pain from her left side. But she managed.
I heard Christi's voice close behind. "May I?"
I nodded. Even I was having trouble watching this beautiful creature
struggle with the pain. Such a simple task too. Brushing her hair. I
couldn't imagine her having to do anything strenuous. Like crawl. Or
be raped. Christi walked into the bathroom and gently took the brush
from Sheila. Sheila gladly relinquished it and Christi began to
carefully brush out the tangled blonde hair. Sheila tilted her head
back and sighed as Christi took care of her. Even with all the
bruises, all the pain, and absolutely no makeup, she was still
gorgeous.
"You know. I was never allowed to use this bathroom. I had to clean
it. But I wasn't even allowed to pee in here," she spoke to me. I
could have guessed as much. Servants use the good facilities? Even
unpaid sex slave servants? Never!
Christi finished and Sheila thanked her. She surprised me by walking
over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. Rising up on her
toes carefully to reach my face with her lips.
"What?"
"Because I know that you could have made me brush my hair myself. Evan
would have."
"Oh."
"You want me to put on makeup? Cover at least these?" She pointed at
her cheek and eye. She was still worried about her appearance. She'd
been knocked to hell and back, and she was worried if she looked good
enough for me.
I shook my head. There wasn't any need. I didn't mind. The bruises
didn't particularly detract from her natural beauty. And the reminder
of the brutality might be useful in the hours ahead.
"He would have made me." Meaning Evan and her makeup. I could have
guessed that as well. Destroy a beautiful face, and then force her to
make it beautiful again. So he could destroy it again. All because of
a power trip. Bastard.
"Maybe later. You won't need it for now. You can stand to touch those
bruises enough to cover them with makeup?"
"I've done it before."
I shook my head. "It's alright. I'm not going to make you go through
that. At least not now."
"Okay. If you can bear looking at me."
I could stand looking at her. As I'd noted before, she still looked
ravishing. Despite her pain and the bruises. I doubted if there was
any way that you could completely destroy her natural beauty. She was
in the same class as Christi and Jane. Model material. High firm
grapefruit sized breasts. Long athletic legs. Tight ass. Long flowing
blonde hair. A real blonde.
I guided the girls around the hallway and stopped in front of the
business room. I had no idea what Mayer was doing in there, but I
doubted if he was happy. He'd been left in those ropes for a long
time. I hoped he was damn uncomfortable.
I unlocked the door. Before opening it, I glanced around at the girls.
Sheila was shaking and Christi had an arm around her shoulders.
"I. I don't know if I can go in there."
"He can't hurt you now."
"I know. But. You don't know what went on in there. What I had to do."
She drew herself up to her full height. Threw back her shoulders. Took
a deep breath. "I can do it." Taking some emotional support from
Christi's closeness.
"Okay. I'm going to talk to him first. I don't want you three to go at
him until I tell you. You'll get your chance. He might be offensive
towards you. Don't let it bother you. He's a coward underneath. Okay?"
The three females nodded.
I opened the door and walked in. Mayer was just where I'd left him.
Hanging with his arms bound above him. Jane's knots holding him
nicely. As the door opened he twisted in his bonds, looking over his
shoulder. His eyes widened as the girls followed me into the room.
"It's about fucking time," he exploded. "Do you have any idea how hard
this is on your arms?"
I walked in front of him. His eyes and head swiveled to follow my
movements. I sat down in his chair and silently regarded him. The
girls stayed out of his sight, standing easily behind him.
I spoke quietly. "I know exactly how hard that would be on anyone's
arms. In your case, I could hardly care less."
"This isn't funny," he continued. "Let me out of this right now."
"How long have you been like that Mr. Mayer?" A feminine voice from
behind him. Sheila. He didn't even bother to turn around. I don't even
think he realized that his former punching bag was in the room.
"What is this? Why'd you bring back the bitches? This is between you
and me."
"Answer her."
"A long time. Five. Six hours maybe," he gruffly answered. Still
talking to me and not to her. "And I demand that you let me out of
this. Fuck. I'm not a goddamn animal. Do you any fucking idea who you
are messing with?"
"Now you know what I felt like when you left me like this for a day
and a half. But you were kind enough to have me stripped naked and
gave me some entertainment. Between my legs. I begged you for hours to
let me down before I gave up and just hung there. Crying my eyes out.
You've only been there for five hours or so. Imagine what it would be
like for twenty-four. Or thirty-six pain filled hours. Just imagine. I
was sure that my arms were going to fall off. Why didn't you let me
down?"
Mayer twisted around. Finally realizing who was behind him. He sneered
at her. "So. Cunt. Come to see me again? Just couldn't keep away from
my handsome face, huh?"
I motioned for Sheila to join me. She carefully walked over to my
chair. Limping. Favouring her left side. Her small hands trying to
ease the discomfort. Pressing just outside of the purple bruise. She
just silently stood beside me, looking at her former tormentor. She
was shaking a bit, but she held his gaze. I was proud of her.
He spoke again. To her. "So, you worthless little slut, you finally
called some help in. Couldn't handle my love on your own? Cunt?"
I spoke, "She didn't call me in. I just stumbled into this. Decided I
didn't like you very much."
I could tell that he didn't believe me. I didn't particularly care.
"Well, bitch, are you happy? You belong to him now?" He smiled
cruelly. "Like your new decorations? They're kind of pretty. They
hurt? Answer me, you fucking worthless cunt."
I saw tears begin to form in her eyes, but she didn't back down. She
still held his gaze. I saw Jane had balled up her small hands into
fists behind him. She was barely keeping her anger in check. She was
shaking; she was that angry. But she didn't go at him. Obeying.
I touched Sheila beside me. I could tell that Sheila was fighting the
urge to answer him, as he'd demanded. She was definitely conditioned
to an extent. But she was fighting it. Successfully.
"You know what I'm going to do when I get out of this? And I will get
out. You are going to regret the day you were born. You think those
pretty bruises hurt you? Try some broken bones on for size. I'm going
to break every one of your fucking fingers. One at a fucking time.
Then I'm going to break your toes. With a goddamn hammer. Then I'm
going to fucking ream you until you fucking pass out, you goddamn
BITCH."
I sat calmly through this tirade. Sheila just stood beside me. Anger
and fear flashing across her bruised face. Her body was shaking. But
she had managed to keep a handle on her tears. I was surprised. This
had to be very difficult on her. Facing this guy.
I spoke gently from the chair. "Sir. There is no need to scream. We
can all hear you just fine without it. And swearing isn't really
necessary, is it? Now. I'd like to get something straight."
"Fuck you and the fucking horse you fucking rode in on."
"I'd like to get something straight here," I repeated, ignoring his
blustering. "Sheila is mine now. Got it? If you want to break her
fingers or her pretty toes, you are going to have to go through me
first. I happen to like her body intact."
"You fucking little asshole. When I get free of this, I swear, I'm
going to kill you." He sneered again. "And when I do, I'm not only
going to break her fingers and toes, I'm going to break the fingers
and toes of those bitches back there as well. Christ, I'm going to
enjoy doing that. They look like they'd be really good fucks while
they're screaming their lungs out." He ran out of steam again. Pulling
against the ropes that held him.
"You know as well as I do that that is really unlikely to happen."
"We'll see."
"After I let these girls go at you, I very much doubt if you'll care
about Sheila's fingers or toes. I suspect that you'll either be glad
to be alive, or wishing you were dead. Her pretty fingers and toes
will be the last thing on your mind. Believe me."
"Oooooh. Big man. Can't even deal with me himself. Has to tie me up
and let his 'girls' do his dirty work. That's real fair. Three on
one."
I calmly looked at him. "Let me get this straight. You blackmail a
girl. Hardly out of college. What is she, maybe a hundred, hundred and
ten pounds? Five foot four? Maybe five five? You keep her tied up.
Naked. Subservient. Because you can extort her because her brother is
an idiot and you. You claim to be a judge? Now that sounds fair. What
are you? Five eleven? Six feet? Two hundred pounds? Two fifty? Sounds
like a fair fight to me. Blackmail and physical size. Yeah. You play
fair."
He gazed at me with hatred in his eyes. Realizing that he wasn't going
to be able to intimidate me like he could the women. He tried a
different approach.
"You know. We're about the same, you and I. You are just deluding
yourself that you are different. Look around you. Check out the female
flesh. Your bitches. Your cunts. Your fucking little harem. You keep
women too. You rape them. You abuse them. Just like me. Only I was
smart enough to only take one at a time. You think you are going to
get away with this? You think they fucking like being under your
power? They'll turn on you too. Just like that bitch turned on me. You
fucking hypocrite."
Actually I knew I was going to get away with this. As long as I kept
control of the situation with him.
"Janey? Come here."
She walked towards me, stopping on the other side of my chair across
from Sheila. She gazed at the monster with utter disgust in her eyes.
I noticed for the first time that the girls were about the same
height.
"Evan? Look at her." That he didn't have trouble with. His eyes were
glued to Jane. Traveling up and down her proud bare body. Just his
type I would guess. Petite. Young. Smart. Feisty. And best of all,
naked. I watched his face as he imagined what he'd do to her. To her
fingers and toes before he fucked her. I pointed to Sheila's bruised
face. "Evan. Pay attention, you fuck. Look at Jane, then look at
Sheila. See any difference? I don't put these things on my women."
Referring to the bruises gracing Sheila's body.
"So? I'm a bit rougher. Give yourself time, and you'll do the same
thing."
"I think not. Jane? Given that you had to be someone's slave, who
would you prefer?"
"You, of course," she answered immediately.
"Sheila?"
"Please don't make me do this." She paused. Her eyes flicking to Mayer
then back to me. Probably still unsure if Mayer could get to her. She
took a breath. Made her decision. "Y-you."
"Christi?"
"You know my answer." From behind him.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"You fucking little weasel. Let me out of this." He strained his arms
pulling at the rope on his wrists. There was no way that he had the
brute strength necessary to part the ropes holding him. And if I knew
Jane, there was no way he was going to get anywhere with the knots.
Hell, I had trouble untying her knots and my hands were free.
"Care to apologize to the ladies? Especially Sheila? Might make them a
little less angry with you."
"You can fuck right off. I have nothing to apologize for. They deserve
it. Every fucking bruise. Especially Sheila. Fucking worthless cunt.
Can't even fucking wear clothes. At least I dressed her."
I thought of the French maid outfit Sheila was wearing when I first
met her. Falling out of it, was more like it. Three sizes too small
for her. Some dress. But, I kept my opinions to myself.
"Evan? How many girls have you had here?"
"What the fuck is it to you?"
"Call me curious."
"Seven. Counting the bitch over there, eight. Mostly hookers desperate
to keep out of jail. What are you a fucking cop? A fucking FBI agent?"
"How many have you killed?"
He sneered. "Seven." I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. I thought
I saw truth in his eyes, but I had a hard time telling. It was easier
for me to tell if a female was lying.
Jane bent her head to my ear. She whispered, "I think he's telling the
truth." She shuddered. Jane was pretty good when it came to these
things. I believed her. Thus I believed him. I was dealing with a
goddamn serial killer here most likely. And I now knew what Sheila's
ultimate fate would likely be if I didn't intervene for her on the
prime timeline.
I nodded. I turned Jane's head and whispered in her ear. "Tie his
ankles apart." She looked at me questioningly but walked past him to
the closet to get some rope.
I held the madman's gaze until he finally looked away.
"Sheila?" he called his former slave. I wasn't sure what he was up to.
But I was taking Jane's warning seriously. Sheila might turn on me if
she was afraid of Mayer enough. "Honey? I didn't mean to hurt you.
Truly."
Sheila turned to me helplessly. Frightened.
"Awful big bruises for being unintentional," I commented.
"Tell him, Sheila. Tell him that I didn't mean to hurt you. You fell
down some stairs by mistake."
I waited wondering what she'd do. I knew what had happened. If you
renamed his feet stairs, then the descriptions might have been more
accurate.
Tears were forming again in Sheila's eyes. I briefly debated the idea
of getting her out of here, before he managed to get to her. If he
managed to regain control of her, I would have a hell of a time
reasserting myself as her master. I didn't particularly want to go
through that. On the other hand, if she managed to resist him, she'd
be well on her way to recovery. To usher her out, or have her stay and
fight him.
Jane emerged with the rope. She paused as she processed what was going
on. I could almost see her mind working. She was still behind him
holding the rope easily behind her, out of his sight.
Jane spoke up, saving me from making the decision. Mayer turned and
glared at her. "Sheila. Sweetheart. Look in a mirror. That one over
there." Sheila's mind locked onto the female voice and obeyed. Looked
at herself in the wall mirror. Cringing at the sight of herself. "See
that stain on the carpet?" Jane pointed to the remains of the bloody
caesar. Sheila nodded mutely. "When we found you, honey, he'd just
kicked the hell out of you because you brought him the wrong drink.
You couldn't pick the right one. They were both bloody caesars. Or
tomato juice. Or whatever the hell he put in them. It didn't matter.
That's the point. He'd poured the thing over your head, whatever it
was, and kicked you until you fell. He raped you. You wanted to have
sex with him after that? Did he even ask? Then he slapped you silly.
Look at your face darling."
Christi had walked slowly over to the weeping girl. Gently touched her
shoulder. She continued where Jane had paused, "He did this. You think
he didn't mean to hurt you? You honestly believe you fell down stairs?
This is your chance to kick the hell out of him instead of the other
way around."
I watched Christi and Jane in amazement. These naked women saying all
the right things. Far better than I ever could have. They far better
understood the workings of the female mind.
"You fucking little whore," he hissed at Christi. "Who the FUCK do you
think you are?"
Christi turned to face the judge. "Your worst fucking nightmare. I'm
going to make you wish you were never ever fucking born. It's going to
be a pleasure to kick the shit out of you. You worm."
Jane moved slowly in front of him. Still holding her coil of rope
loosely in her hands.
"What the fuck do you think you are going to do with that, bitch?" he
growled as Jane moved into his line of sight with the rope.
"I've been ordered to tie your feet," she replied with hate in her
eyes. She really didn't like this guy calling her a bitch. And he knew
it. He was taking advantage of it. Trying to provoke her. She'd get
her chance to get even. If she held on to her self-control.
"The hell you will. Bitch."
"I have to."
"You come within kicking distance and I swear I'll give you a kick
that will make that cunt's ribs look normal."
I nodded to Jane. It wasn't necessary to force her to endure one of
those kicks. She paused just outside what she judged was his kicking
range. She silently gazed at him, almost rage smoldering behind her
brown eyes. Waiting. I rose from the chair and walked over to him
until my face was centimeters from his. He didn't try to kick at me.
Knew better. "I'm getting real tired of your mouth."
"Too fucking b ... oooooooooooooofffff." The air collapsed out of him.
My right fist crashed into his stomach. I drove my left into his solar
plexus. He looked a little like a fish out of water. Trying to
convince his paralyzed muscles to breathe. Mouth silently opening and
closing. I smiled and motioned for Jane to continue. I walked slowly
back to my chair.
Jane knelt by his feet as he was far more interested in trying to
breathe than to worry about what she was doing. Jane had wrapped cord
around both ankles and tossed the ropes to the side before he could
draw breath. She had scampered well out of range before he had
recovered sufficiently to even think about kicking out at her. She
bent to tie the cords off to spread him, as ordered, but I signaled to
her to wait. She padded over to my chair.
"He'll resist you tying them off anyway. Wait until he's a bit weaker.
Just tie them off loosely so he can't get an effective kick at you." I
turned to Sheila as Jane moved off to tie off the ankle ropes loosely
to the eyebolts set in the wall. Sheila was still gazing at her
battered body in the mirror, tears silently tracing down her face.
"Sheila? You want the first shot at this guy?"
She was still crying a bit. She shook her head. She'd join in when she
was ready.
I motioned Jane and Christi. They didn't need to be told twice. He was
still shaky from my punches, and his face actually registered some
fear as the two girls approached him. It briefly crossed my mind that
I was really glad I wasn't in his place. I knew these girls.
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