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Chapter 81

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Mayer weakly aimed a kick out at Jane, but being unfettered she easily 
danced out of the way. His ankle actually didn't get very far or have 
any real strength, being brought up short by the ropes Jane had 
attached to him. I thought I even heard her stifle a laugh. My mind 
flashed back to Sheila desperately trying to avoid that same foot. Her 
knees and hands bound. Unable to simply dance away. She wasn't 
laughing at the time.
Mayer simply wasn't all that coordinated. I actually had my doubts if 
he could have mounted any kind of offense or defense against Jane. 
Even if he'd been unbound. She was more in shape and faster than he 
was. Hell, even Sheila was probably a match for him despite the size 
differences. His style was to use blackmail and treachery to wear the 
girls down. Bully them. Then, when they were bound, and defenseless, 
he'd break them. Batter them physically while they were unable to 
fight back until they no longer believed in themselves. Believed that 
he was bigger, stronger, more powerful than them. Sheila hadn't been 
completely broken yet. But she was well on her way. The technique, 
while not elegant, would work. I had to give the bastard that.
Jane sauntered up to him, behind the kick and whispered something in 
his ear. All I caught was the word "balls". He paled at whatever she 
had said to him and tensed. She casually balled her fist and swung it 
in an wide arc. It hit him under his ribs. Not quite hitting his solar 
plexus. He grunted and then incredibly he grinned.
Jane had struck out at me once. Granted she wasn't really trying at 
the time. Just hammering her small fists into my chest in an 
expression of female frustration. I remembered after her marathon in 
the mall. It hadn't actually hurt all that much. She simply didn't 
have the strength to seriously hurt him. Not with her fists. But I 
wasn't even sure she was trying to hurt him at this point. Just 
getting out her frustrations.
Christi stepped in and let her right hit him in approximately the same 
place. This time his eyes registered a bit of discomfort. After all, I 
had softened the area already. Jane got the idea and again drove her 
fist into his midriff. She grunted as she felt the force of the blow 
in her hand and arm. Christi followed with another strike. 
Alternating, the girls used their small fists, always aiming to hit 
him in the same place. Just below the solar plexus. Finally, he began 
to break under the constant pounding. I suspect that the girls were 
hurting themselves more than him, but I wasn't really sure. I could 
still see the hate smoldering in their eyes and his.
Finally Evan began to breathe a little harder and grunt as the small 
fists continued to rain down on him. Quantity was making up for 
quality. At least that was the theory.
Jane suddenly stepped back, cradling her right hand. She managed a 
weak smile in my direction.
"I think I softened him up for you," she managed to get out. She was 
breathing hard. Her hand obviously in pain. You could hurt yourself if 
you didn't know how to throw an effective punch. I doubted Jane knew 
how. I was tempted to teach her.
"You okay?" I asked her.
"I'm alright. I'm feeling a bit better now." I assumed that she meant 
that her anger was fading. Punching someone tended to be a good 
release for anger. Even if it wasn't particularly effective and hurt 
the puncher more than the punchee. Pure stress relief.
Christi threw a couple more weak punches at him and stepped back as 
well. Knowing that she wasn't being particularly effective. He felt 
them, but it wasn't hurting him to the degree these girls wanted. 
Christi rubbed her knuckles as well.
Evan recovered his breath faster than the girls.
"You fucking bitches hit like girls," he taunted them. Despite his 
words, I could see that he was feeling it. I decided to let the girls 
fight this battle themselves. They didn't need me. Let them figure out 
how to hurt him. They were smart.
At the words, I could see the anger building back in Jane's eyes. When 
he'd finished speaking, she suddenly whirled on him. She hissed at 
him, "For the last fucking time. You don't have the fucking right to 
call me a bitch." Tears of hate and anger were forming in her eyes.
She instinctively swung out her leg. It actually was a damn good 
approximation of a roundhouse kick. Probably dumb luck. Her bare foot 
caught him hard in the side. About where he'd let Sheila have it. She 
almost fell with the effort. Her anger more than made up for her small 
size. I wouldn't have wanted to be on the receiving end of that kick. 
Even with her foot bare, she managed to connect hard.
Evan gasped as her foot connected with his body. Again, he completely 
lost his wind. Not expecting the vehemence behind the blow. Trying to 
draw breath. Jane managed to regain her balance and stumbled back to 
her feet. Her bare breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch 
her breath. This was quite visually stimulating. The way the girls 
moved and strained, trying to hurt Mayer. Their perspiration sheening 
their bare skin.
She watched Mayer as he managed to convince his paralyzed diaphragm to 
begin working again. He struggled to gasp out one word. "Bitch."
Jane closed her eyes, looking defeated. She'd put everything into that 
kick. She drew in another deep breath and lashed out again with her 
bare foot. Aiming for the same place. She was an athletic girl. Her 
legs had some muscle behind them. Her foot connected just under his 
ribs again. She cried out as her bare foot took some punishment from 
the effort. I could see that she was hurting herself. But she was more 
than determined to hurt him more, despite her own pain.
This time, when her foot hit him, Evan grunted in pain. I couldn't 
imagine him maintaining his obnoxiousness much longer in the face of 
these kicks. I knew that when Jane tired, or couldn't take the pain 
any more, Christi would gladly take over. If I were him, I'd be saving 
my strength instead of insulting the women. They'd barely begun.
Jane's kick didn't knock her quite as off balance as last time. She 
was beginning to get the motion of the kick down a little better. She 
returned to her feet and regarded him. More satisfied with the look of 
pain on his face. This one had almost definitely hurt Mayer more than 
her.
This just looked so surreal. Here was this older guy, in a business 
suit, tied to the ceiling. This petite completely nude teenager 
standing shakily in front of him. Almost pure rage emanating from her. 
It was like a palpable fog surrounding her. Completely and utterly 
focused on her task, ignoring her nudity. Drilling roundhouse kicks 
into his double breasted gray suit. It just struck me as unreal. 
Watching her bare foot, with her deep red toenails, so feminine, so 
delicate, so viciously striking into him. Flashes of her sex as she 
stumbled. Her bare body sheened with her efforts, like she was covered 
in baby oil. Her soft grunts as she kicked him. Sounds like you might 
expect a quiet woman to make during love making. I shook my head, 
trying to clear the impressions. Wanting to watch the display. Make 
sure everything was going smoothly.
He raised his head and looked at her. Still breathing hard from her 
last kick. "All your fucking fingers and toes. Enjoy this while you 
can, bitch. I'll have you screaming soon enough."
Jane closed her eyes at the words. Opened them and aimed another kick 
into his side. This time he tried to avoid it. The first sign that he 
was actually feeling it. The ropes held him in place as Jane's bare 
foot connected again. He let out an involuntary cry, but I doubted if 
he was anywhere near the pain level he'd caused in Sheila with the 
same technique. Jane simply didn't have the weight or the technique. 
She tried to make up for it in pure spirit.
This time Jane didn't wait for him to recover. She lashed out again. 
Regained her balance. Kicked him again. And again. And again. He was 
twisting in the bonds. Christi and I were watching in fascination as 
Jane just continued the onslaught with her feet. Mayer couldn't 
breathe. Completely unable to tense, or avoid the kicks to his side. 
Jane finally stumbled and fell to the carpet. She buried her head in 
her arms and wept there. Her right leg slowly moving back and forth on 
the floor. Her breathing a mixture of frustrated sobs, simple fatigue 
and pain. She was certainly getting her work out today.
Christi bent down to Jane. "Are you alright?"
"I. I guess. My foot hurts." Jane managed to get out.
Christi smiled. "If it makes you feel any better, he's hurting too. 
Probably worse that you are. Guess we aren't much in the fighting 
department. We'll do it together. He'll hurt."
Mayer recovered more quickly than the upset girl on the floor. 
Incredibly he mouthed off again.
"Hey bitch? That the best you can do? Christ, it's going to be fun to 
break your fucking weak fingers. And I'll teach you not to fucking 
kick me either." He was breathing a bit hard, and was in some obvious 
discomfort. But he still managed to be an asshole. Didn't he realize 
that it only made it easier on the girls to hit him when they were 
angry? Not the brightest star in the sky.
Christi rose to her bare feet and regarded the bound man. She began to 
walk towards him. Getting ready to continue the kicking exercise. She 
stopped when she felt a small hand on her shoulder. Turning, her eyes 
widened as she realized it was Sheila.
Sheila, her face showing obvious fright but also a measure of pure 
determination, whispered to Christi. "My turn."
Christi gave her a kiss on the cheek, her unbruised left one, and 
backed off. Nodding silently. Knowing that Sheila needed to do this. 
To confront her tormentor.
Sheila walked hesitantly up to her former master. She glanced down 
briefly at Jane who had managed to draw herself up into a sitting 
position, hugging her knees and rocking herself slowly. Her eyes were 
still tearing a bit mostly in frustration, but she watched Sheila 
approach Mayer. Fascinated.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, cunt?" Mayer stared in hate 
at the nude frightened woman in front of him.
"Y-you hurt me." Sheila whispered.
"And I enjoyed every fucking second of your pain. Those bruises hurt? 
How about your ribs? Bloody useless cunt."
Sheila dropped her eyes. Tears overfilling them. Her bare body shook 
as she tried to control her fear and pain. I watched the drama in 
fascination. I idly wondered if she would break, or she'd manage to 
overcome her fear.
"I. I hate you." She managed to gasp out.
"You pathetic little cunt. Fuck. Why don't you just untie me and let 
things get back to normal. I won't punish you."
I watched as her head rose, her eyes flashed and she drew in her 
breath. She gathered some of her formidable inner strength. She 
managed to stop crying. Her eyes locked with his.
"You will punish me. You always will no matter what I do. I hate you. 
I may be standing here, naked and scared. But I'm ten times better 
than you are. A hundred time better. I'm not a cunt." She spat out the 
word. "I have a cunt. And you'll never ever use it again. I'm not 
worthless. I'm not useless. I'm Sheila McBain. And that was never. 
Ever. Fucking. Good enough for you. I deserve better than that."
She gathered her strength and spat in his face. Her spit splashed into 
his forehead trickled down.
He sneered at her. Unable to comprehend what she was going through.
"You are a pathetic worthless cunt. Remember those fingers and toes? 
That's really going to hurt. I promise it. I'll do it nice and slow. 
Breaking one every ten minutes. Letting you feel it. And when I run 
out of fingers and toes, after I ream you, I'm going make you watch as 
I gut you alive. You fucking waste of skin."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Wincing at the pain in her 
side. With no warning at all, she mimicked Jane's roundhouse kick. She 
put every ounce of her strength behind that kick. Her bare foot 
connected with his side and he twisted in agony. She fell heavily to 
the floor, in tears as the force of the fall drove the pain deep into 
her side. She lay there gasping and wept. Jane, favouring her right 
foot, crawled over to Sheila and just cradled her. Trying to ease her 
pain. Even through her tears, Sheila looked like she had just shaken 
the weight of the world off her shoulders. She'd just let out months 
of pain, suffering, frustration and humiliation. She was beginning to 
heal. She needed this. Badly. She sobbed uncontrollably in Jane's 
arms.
Evan just moaned as he tried to control his pain. Despite her 
handicaps, the kick had been a vicious one. It had landed squarely on 
the same spot that Jane had targeted. I wasn't a great judge of these 
things, but it wouldn't have surprised me if she had managed to crack 
a rib on him. An eye for an eye, if she had actually managed to do it.
Between gasps Mayer still managed to get the word out. "Bitch," he 
whispered. Still defiant. The man had more stamina than I had 
originally given him credit for.
I watched as Christi moved slowly towards the man.
She spoke to him. "I want you to apologize to both of them and me."
"Fuck you, bitch."
She stiffened her fingers and slowly pressed them into the area that 
Sheila had just kicked. Deep into his flesh. I could see the pain in 
his face as Christi probed his side. But he gritted his teeth and 
refused to yield.
Jane murmured from the floor. "It's not worth it Christi."
Christi held his gaze. She was taller than the other two girls and 
could pretty much look directly into his eyes, though she did have to 
look up a bit. Her eyes were mere centimeters away from his. He glared 
back at her, easily enduring the pain her fingers were causing. 
Keeping her left fingers ground into his side, I watched as she 
brought her right hand up to touch him through his pants.
"You want to fuck me. Don't you bitch? I'm a lot better than him. 
Trust me little girl." He had noticed the pressure of her hand. 
Mistaken it for an intimate gesture. He rocked his hips obscenely into 
her hand.
His mouth then opened in a soundless scream. I saw her right hand 
gently squeezing about where his balls were. It didn't take much of a 
squeeze there to cause intense pain. Ask any male. She released him.
"You fucking bitch. You can't do that." He pulled desperately at the 
ropes. Bucking his hips against the pain.
Sheila had managed to control her crying and was watching Christi with 
her undivided attention. Jane idly stroked Sheila's hair but was all 
eyes as well.
Evan turned to me with desperation in his eyes. He spoke to me. "Call 
your bitch off. You must know what it feels like. You can't let her do 
this."
I shrugged.
"Evan, darling. I can do whatever the hell I want. I told you I was 
your worst nightmare," Christi spoke softly to him. She jerked her 
head towards me. "He gave me permission to do whatever the hell I 
want. As long as it doesn't kill you. Why he wants a fuckhead like you 
alive, I don't understand." To be honest I doubted if any of the women 
had the stomach to actually kill anyone anyway. She gave him another 
squeeze. He cried out again. "This won't kill you. Unfortunately."
"God that hurts."
"Think about how much it is going to hurt when I whip you there."
"Christ, you fucked up bitch you can't do that."
Sheila's musical voice spoke from where she lay on the floor. "You 
fucking shithead. How many times? How many times did you have me like 
that? Hanging from your fucking hooks. Naked. Helpless. My legs spread 
for you. How many times? How many times did you come out here? That 
goddamn grin on your face? That fucking whip in your hand? How many 
times did you make me kiss it? Huh? How many times did I beg you not 
to use it on me? How many times did you use that fucking whip on me? 
On my pussy? Even on my asshole? While I screamed? And begged? How 
many fucking times?" Tears began to fall from her eyes again. She 
fought them back. Fought back the memories. "How many times?" she 
whispered.
Christi hadn't lost eye contact with him. I saw her eyes flash. Taking 
in Sheila's words. I watched as she struggled to contain the impulse 
to kill him on the spot. Instead she smiled. A scary, evil smile. He 
paled. I'd have paled too in his position. I watched as Christi 
purposely applied pressure with her fingers to his testicles again. 
Watching his face intently as it fell through the stages of fear, pain 
and then to agony. She kept the pressure on as he fought to pull away. 
Fought with the ropes holding him. Fought like a daemon. And finally 
simply held back his head and screamed. Much like Sheila probably had 
in another time as he whipped her mercilessly between her spread 
thighs. I couldn't imagine that kind of pain.
Finally Christi released him and backed away. Her face a mask of 
satisfaction. She'd finally broken the bastard. He fell forward, still 
gasping for breath. Moaning. If he wasn't bound, I was sure he'd be 
doubled up in pain. Unable to utter any intelligible sound.
Christi returned to her stance by my chair. Jane and Sheila shakily 
got to their feet and limped over as well. The two of them sunk to 
their knees watching Mayer. Too tired to stand.
I raised my eyes to Christi. Noticing my attention, Christi looked 
back at me.
"Nice," I remarked to her.
She smiled. While she had my attention, her hand purposefully snaked 
down her bare body, lightly brushing her hard nipples as it traveled 
down. I watched as her hand lightly traced her outer labia and she 
moaned quietly. She was showing me that she was turned on. I wasn't 
too surprised with her. I'd seen this reaction before. She had even 
admitted her sadistic tendencies to me. I saw Jane's eyes flick over 
and widen, but she probably just assumed that I'd asked Christi to do 
that. I didn't think that Christi had shared her dominant tendencies 
with the other women. But it was hard to tell. The look that crossed 
Jane's face had an element of understanding in it as well. Maybe she 
just knew. Jane was incredible perceptive.
With an obvious effort, Christi withdrew her hands from her own body 
and shivered. Mayer was beginning to recover. I glanced down at Sheila 
and out of the corner of her eye she knew I was looking at her. She 
glanced up from her kneeling position.
"Master? You wouldn't believe the pain he put me through up there. Can 
I? Can I kick him again? In the balls? Please?" Her face was flushed. 
She couldn't believe she was asking this. That she was pulling enough 
away from Mayer's control to ask this. She's probably dreamed, 
fantasized about doing this for months.
"Sheila honey. You can do anything that doesn't kill him. You don't 
have to ask my permission. I'm just observing. I doubt if a kick to 
the balls will kill him. He might wish he was dead, but it shouldn't 
kill him."
"Really?"
"Really."
Mayer had heard the exchange. He shook his head. Moaned. "Please. No."
Finally he was losing the attitude. Christi had a way with men. He'd 
felt her fingers. I couldn't imagine the pain of getting kicked there. 
Even by a small woman like Sheila in bare feet. Schoolyard mishaps 
were enough for me.
Sheila climbed to her bare feet and walked slowly and carefully until 
she was standing in front of him again. His eyes traveled over her 
nude body. She silently suffered his attention. Not much she could do 
to cover herself. Not like he hadn't seen her before.
I watched as he managed to regain some of his self-confidence.
"Well cunt? Can you do it? Put me in as much pain as I put you?"
She hesitated. He was clever. Playing on her feminine side. Trying to 
get her to remember how awful the agony was. Trying to make her think 
twice about inflicting it on someone else. Playing on her female 
tendency towards sympathy. However misplaced. It might have worked if 
he hadn't slipped and called her a cunt. He probably didn't even 
realize his mistake.
She slowly shook her head, "I'm not a cunt."
"You fucking cunt. I swear you'll regret this. Fuck you."
She closed her eyes and lashed out at him with her bare foot. I heard 
it connect with him. Right through his pants. Directly on target. His 
mouth opened in a soundless scream, pure agony crawling across his 
face. His whole body convulsed and twitched against the ropes. 
Finally, he gasped in another big lungful of air and screamed. If I 
didn't know better, I would have guessed it was a woman under extreme 
torture. I was actually surprised that he didn't pass out.
She had fallen again to the floor. Her face a mask of pain mirroring 
Mayer's. Her side, bruised muscles and cracked rib flaring into her 
nerves. She'd put all her fading strength into that kick. Tears ran 
down her face, but she managed not to cry out. Trying her best to 
control her breathing. Finally she raised herself to her hands and 
knees. She leaned forward, retching from the pain. Her stomach was 
completely empty and nothing came up. Finally she just hung her head, 
crying out as her stomach muscles contracted. She finally regained 
control of her breathing and looked up at me wearily. Tears falling 
freely from her eyes. She managed to get a smile out.
"Got him. Didn't I?" She gasped out. Proud of herself. I nodded back 
to her.
She struggled her way to her knees, looking at the man in agony 
hanging from his wrists. She waited a few minutes, breathing deeply, 
and then with a huge effort, managed to raise herself back to her 
feet. She cringed and gently held her injured side, but faced him 
again. Swaying from side to side. Even keeping her balance was an 
effort. A stunning bruised woman facing the rapidly failing man. She 
managed to hold her head up and quietly waited for him to recover.
Finally he raised his head and whispered to her. "Fuck. You fucking 
goddamn cocksucking bitch."
"Now you know why I was screaming so much when you whipped me between 
my legs. But you didn't fucking care. Did you? You just kept it up 
until I couldn't scream any more. No. No rests for me. You fucking 
bastard. Didn't matter if I hurt? Did it? I'll bet you fucking care 
now."
"I hope it hurt you. You deserved it, you fucked up bitch."
"Apologize."
"Apologize?"
"I want you to apologize. I want you to stop calling us degrading 
names. I'm not a fucking cunt. I'm not a whore. I'm not a BITCH. Got 
it? And neither are Jane and Christi. We're people. Human beings." Her 
voice had dropped to a whisper.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch? You are a goddamn slave. If 
not mine then his. You're a fucking pet. You better fucking get used 
to it."
"I know that I'm his slave n-now. If he wants me called a bitch, then 
I'll accept it. But. I. Don't. Have. To. Take. It. From. You. Anymore. 
I also think that I'm the *woman* that is about to boot your balls up 
through the roof of your mouth if I don't hear an apology and right 
now."
I felt like applauding. She as getting the hang of it. Letting her 
pain and anger go.
"I. I can't take another kick. Not there."
"You think that I could take that whip of your's on my pussy? I didn't 
have a goddamn choice, now did I? I wished I was DEAD, you fucker. I 
just about committed suicide, you fucked up bastard. I would have if I 
wasn't afraid for my brother. And you think I won't kick you again? It 
hurts me to do it. I'm in fucking agony thanks to you. But I swear to 
god I will kick you again, and I'll keep kicking you until I can't 
anymore, if you don't fucking start APOLOGIZING." Her voice had risen 
from a soft whisper to a scream. She was nearly hysterical. She was 
scaring me, and I wasn't even the one she was pissed at.
"Alright. I'm sorry. Fuck. I'm sorry already. Just don't kick me 
again. I won't be able to have children. Christ. I'm sorry I called 
you names. I swear it. I'll never do it again. I swear."
"You weren't too worried about my future children? Were you? Care to 
apologize for whipping my cunt? Care to apologize for not giving me a 
chance? For raping me every fucking day for the last three months? For 
whipping me even though I was begging and pleading? Even though I 
couldn't beg because you fucking gagged me to keep me quiet? Care to 
apologize for kicking the shit out of me for no goddamn reason?"
"I sorry. I'm so sorry."
She closed her eyes. Seeing what was coming, he braced himself as best 
he could. Her foot lashed out again and traveled the short distance to 
his crotch. The flat top of her foot connected with him again. Again, 
he screamed silently. Twisting. His body retched. His stomach was 
empty as well and nothing came up, thankfully. He ended up mimicking 
that tortured woman again. Screaming. Crying. Begging. Much like I 
imagine Sheila did when the positions were reversed. Only in her case 
it went on and on. Her whole world just a wall of red pain. I was 
beginning to wonder how she'd survived as sane as she had. What I'd 
seen appeared to be just the tip of the iceberg.
She had fallen to the floor again. Tears running down her face as she 
tried to get her breath. This time, she was facing him as she'd 
fallen. Crumpled on the floor. When she could breathe again, she 
managed to hiss at him, "I don't believe you."
I seriously doubted if he could even hear her; his agony overriding 
all his other senses.
She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. Christi and Jane were just 
watching this whole thing with tears in their eyes. Paralyzed. Not 
quite believing this woman's courage.
I slowly got out of the chair and walked over to her fallen form. I 
knelt beside her.
"You alright?"
"Emotionally or physically?" she managed to gasp out. Tears coursing 
down her cheeks. Her right cheek was turned towards me, the bruise, if 
anything, looked worse than before.
"Both."
"No." I took that to mean that she was hurting both physically and 
emotionally.
"Sheila. You certainly got him back."
"I. I can't get up." Her fingers weakly scraped at the carpet.
"I know. That's why I'm here." I very carefully rolled her over onto 
her back. I could have sworn that the bruise on her left side was 
larger as well. I reached for her hands and she placed her small hands 
in mine. I gently pulled her into a sitting position. She grimaced 
with the pain, and looked like she might be sick again for a moment. 
She fought off the nausea and actually managed a smile.
"He apologized. Even if he didn't mean it." She grinned and then 
shifted her weight trying to avoid the stab of pain running through 
her body. I waited for it to pass.
"Shhh." I admonished her. She nodded.
I bent down to her and guided her shaking arms around my neck. I 
tucked my left arm under her knees and lifted her. It was as though 
I'd lifted a trembling feather. I doubted if she was even a hundred 
pounds.
As she came off the floor, she let out an involuntary scream as her 
weight settled into my arms. I saw Evan's head glance up dully, but he 
immediately fell back to moaning. Not caring about her pain. He was 
still obviously in considerable pain. Probably still sick, too.
"I'm sorry. It had to be done. I had to lift you."
She whispered, "I know. It's okay. Thank-you for coming to get me."
I carried the bare female back to the chair. I carefully sat back in 
it, still cradling Sheila in my arms. She rocked slowly in my arms. I 
lowered her into my lap. Her arms still around my neck. She was 
moaning to herself softly. Crying into my shoulder. Trying to ease the 
pain in her wracked body. Her eyes closed.
After a while, Evan managed to stop moaning and just hung in his 
bonds. Silent.
Sheila finally managed to fight off some of the agony coursing through 
her. She smiled up at me weakly.
I spoke to her. "Let Christi take over now. You can't do any more. 
Okay?"
"No. I have to kick him again. He hit me so many times. He just didn't 
care."
"I know. I know, sweetheart. You can't though. You'll kill yourself."
"I don't care. I want to kick him again and again and again."
"I know. You are one brave little girl. But you have to let Christi 
have her turn. Okay? She hasn't been knocked around as much as you. 
She can hurt him more. Right? She'll kick him for you."
She closed her eyes. Looked like she was going to argue, but then a 
spasm of pain shot through her body again making her cry out.
"Honey? You can't even stand up anymore. You've done enough for now. 
Rest." I felt like I was comforting a child.
She silently nodded through her tears. Incredibly, her breathing began 
to slow and her eyes closed. She simply fell asleep in my arms.
	

Chapter 82

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"She's asleep?" Christi whispered to me incredulously.
I nodded. I couldn't see much choice. I just sat there and cradled the 
girl in my arms.
"Do we stop then?" Jane asked me. Concern in her eyes. Concern for the 
nude woman in my arms. She didn't particularly care if she got to 
continue the torment of the monster. All she cared about was making 
sure this abused creature lying in my arms was taken care of. The 
asshole would always be there.
"No. Male domination isn't really my thing," I confessed. "The only 
reason you are doing this at all is because he is such an asshole. And 
he deserves it. I was thinking of leaving him to you anyway. Go get 
some sleep myself. I'll take care of her. Somehow."
"You are going to leave us alone with him? Unbound?"
"I'm sure you'll behave."
Christi's eyes fairly shone. "You know. It doesn't seem to be quite 
fair. Us all naked and him getting to keep his clothes."
Jane nodded her agreement.
"I definitely don't want to see this. There are scissors in the 
closet. I'm sure I saw them. You don't need my permission to strip 
him."
Jane scrambled to her feet.
"Hold on a second." She stopped midstep. "I'm going to lock you both 
in here with him. You won't be able to get out. Key works both ways. 
The place is soundproofed. I can't hear you once you are locked in. If 
you let this guy free, he probably will break all your fingers and 
toes. You'll probably be dead before I ever find out you are in 
trouble. Understand? He's dangerous. Have your fun. Knock him around. 
Knock him out for all I care. But be careful. I don't want to have to 
be setting busted bones. At least not yours. Or have more than one 
girl full of bruises. Okay?"
They both nodded. I suspect they understood the danger even better 
than I. They were female after all. This guy knocked women around for 
sport. And when he got tired of them, or they finally fought back, he 
just casually murdered them.
I rose with the naked girl still fast asleep in my arms. She murmured 
something in her sleep.
"And remember. Don't kill him. Use whatever you like from the closet 
though. He used most of it on Sheila here and she survived. You two 
going to be alright in here on your own?" Christi nodded. "I'll be 
back for you later. Remember to sleep."
I made my way past Mayer. I walked up to him, still cradling his 
former slave in my arms. He looked up at me dully. Most of the fight 
left him after Sheila's kicks to his groin.
"You fucking bastard. I'm. Going. To. Kill. You. For. This." He was a 
determined asshole.
"I'd save your strength. I think Jane and Christi know what your weak 
spot is."
"I'll never give in to those fucking bitches."
"We'll see."
I walked away from the pathetic madman. I struggled with the door. 
Though she was light, the girl in my arms was awkward. I found it 
incredible that even asleep she maintained her grasp around my neck. 
Holding on to me like I was a lifeline. I took one last look in the 
room. Christi was carefully cutting his clothes off, ignoring his 
protests and insults. Jane was busy tightening his ankle restraints, 
spreading his legs further than they were. He was far too weak to 
resist. The naked women looked like they had things under control.
My eyes were closing. It had been a really full day. Most of the girls 
at least had gotten some rest, but I had been moving all day.
I carefully carried Sheila to the master bedroom. I placed her gently 
on the bedcovers and she stretched her nude body out as soon as her 
head touched the pillow. Automatically releasing my neck from her 
grasp. I found it amazing that her unconscious mind could do that. 
Know when to hold and when to let go. She was so fast asleep. She 
sighed and winced in her sleep as her injuries twinged. I walked out 
the door quietly. I had to deal with Amy and Elizabeth before 
sleeping. Jane and Christi were safely locked in the business room.
I padded down the stairs. Amy had turned off the lights and drawn the 
shades in the living room. The headphones were still on her head, but 
I noticed that the stereo wasn't playing. The red digits on the CD 
player were just softly flashing 00:00, giving the darkened room an 
eerie glow once very second. Her eyes were closed and she was 
breathing softly. Her breasts rising and falling gently. Seemed 
everyone in the house was asleep but me. I debated just leaving her to 
sleep the way she was. But, of all the girls, I was worried about Amy 
the most. She seemed to still have trouble, once in a while, accepting 
her captivity. I gently took the headphones off her head. She muttered 
something in her sleep. Sounded a bit like Elizabeth's name actually. 
She settled back down. I retrieved a set of ankle restraints from the 
equipment pack. I slipped back into the living room and knelt beside 
Amy. I carefully lifted her right leg and attached one end of the 
steel cuff to her slender ankle. I attached the other end to the leg 
of the sofa she was lying on. She never awoke. She'd be fine. I'd 
fallen asleep on that sofa. It was plenty comfortable. As I moved to 
the library, I switched off the stereo. The red lights on the CD 
player faded out to black. The eerie pulsing red illumination faded 
from the room.
Elizabeth had dimmed the lights in the library as well. There was a 
desk lamp burning on the table presumably illuminating her book. She 
still sat at the library desk, her head down using A Tale of Two 
Cities as a pillow. Her cuffed hands rested easily on the table in 
front of her. She was gently snoring.
I softly touched her on the head. She moved her cuffed hands a bit. 
"Come on Catherine. Let me sleep. Just five more minutes. Please?" 
Groggily. Catherine? That had been the feisty girl in the BMW. The one 
I'd released when Elizabeth had agreed to be my 'hostage'.
"Elizabeth?" I whispered to her. Her eyes fluttered open. She sighed 
when she realized that she was neither in her own warm bed nor was I 
Catherine. She glanced down at herself. Nude in a stranger's house.
She slowly sat up. She stretched her bound hands above her head and 
yawned.
"I can't believe I fell asleep."
"You did. And you were going to have one hell of a pain in your neck 
if I'd let you sleep here."
"You ain't joking." She felt at her neck with her fingers. Twisting 
her head trying to work out the kinks that had already settled into 
her.
"Come on. Bedtime."
"Bed?"
"Well. Sort of."
"You are going to make me sleep on the floor again. Aren't you." It 
was a statement. Not a question. Her eyes lowered. "Can I at least 
have a pillow tonight?"
"Nope. If you want, I think there will be room for three in the master 
bed."
"You're kidding."
"Why would I kid?"
"Whose the third?"
"She's already asleep. Sheila."
"I finally get to meet the mythical Sheila?"
"Maybe. Maybe I'll blindfold you."
"How kinky." She wasn't even phased. She knew she didn't have much 
control over what happened to her. And she'd much rather sleep in a 
bed blindfolded than on the floor unblindfolded.
I touched her arm. She rose obediently and shut her book. I actually 
thought I could see a faint hint of print across her pale cheek in the 
pale glow from the desk lamp. She placed the book neatly on the corner 
of the table with her handcuffed hands.
She silently followed me back through the dark living room to the 
stairs. Still bright there with the morning sun streaming through the 
skylight. We climbed the stairs. As we passed the bathroom, Elizabeth 
touched my arm.
"Can a slave brush her teeth before sleeping? Her teeth feel furry."
I nodded. "But you don't have a toothbrush." I made a mental note to 
go shopping tomorrow. Pick up some basic toiletries for the women.
"I'll just use whatever is there." I watched as she ran her tongue 
over her teeth. Frowning.
She padded into the bathroom and using both hands picked up a pink 
toothbrush from the holder. I would have guessed that it was 
originally Gertrude's. She ran it under hot water and struggled a bit 
with the toothpaste. Using both hands she brushed her teeth 
thoroughly. Either not realizing, or not caring that I was watching 
her brush. Her nudity was the last thing on her mind. She looked tired 
as well. She picked up the hairbrush and stroked it through her hair.
Finally she walked back out.
"Did I give you permission to brush your hair?"
She paled. "P-please," she stammered. "I didn't mean. I was only 
trying to make myself pretty for y-you. Th-this slave is so sorry." 
She tried to sink to her knees in the hallway.
I stopped her from going down with a touch to her bare shoulder.
"It's alright. I was just kidding."
She let her breath out. "You shouldn't do that. You scared me."
"I apologize." I actually was sorry I'd done it. But her reaction was 
interesting. Probably just overtired.
We entered the master bedroom. Sheila was still fast asleep. Curled up 
on her side. Shivering in her sleep. In the dark she just looked like 
a normal woman. Asleep. You couldn't make out her injuries.
I bent down to her. I gently kissed her forehead. She mumbled 
something in her sleep. I carefully slipped a pair of handcuffs around 
her limp wrists. I connected her ankles with another pair. She slept 
through it all. She was really knocked out. I doubted if I really 
needed to bind her hand and foot, but I hadn't really known her long 
enough to trust her. And I was going to be sleeping in the same bed 
with her. I wanted to restrict her movements in case she woke in the 
night and had some bright ideas of how to go from a monster to another 
unknown master to complete freedom. I seriously doubted that she'd 
have the courage or strength to attack me, but why take a chance? She 
seemed to be sleeping alright despite the bondage.
I idly wondered what Jane and Christi were up to. I was willing to bet 
that Evan wasn't liking it. Whatever it was. I debated looking in on 
them but decided against it. I trusted them.
"Wrists." I whispered to Elizabeth.
She obediently presented her cuffed wrists to me. I released her right 
hand and pulled her arms behind her. She protested weakly as I 
reconnected her wrists behind her back.
"Please. I'll behave. You don't have to put them behind me. I won't 
attack you. What good would it do me?"
"Elizabeth. It's just a safety precaution. I can cuff your feet 
instead if you'd like. Bring your hands back around front. Like 
Sheila."
She thought about it. "Leave them. I can live with this." She pulled 
at her wrists. Adjusting the cuff position to something more 
comfortable for her.
I carefully covered Sheila. She snuggled into the covers. Her bound 
hands grasping at the sheets. She almost immediately stopped 
shivering.
I quickly undressed. Too tired to look for pajamas.
There was tons of room in the bed. I slipped into it from the opposite 
side. Sheila's warm hip pressed softly against mine. She was turned 
away from me. Elizabeth slipped in beside me. Having a bit more 
trouble getting into the bed with her hands bound. Her head nestled 
into the crook of my shoulder.
I pulled the covers over us, tucking them under Elizabeth's chin.
She sighed.
"Master?"
"Yes?" I replied a bit sleepily.
"Can a slave speak?"
"Of course. Just make it quick." My eyes felt like they were going to 
close on their own. I was warm. I was in bed with two warm women. And 
I was tired. Problems could wait for the morning.
Elizabeth kissed my bare chest. "You know what we were talking about 
earlier today?"
My mind wasn't working quite right. Elizabeth. Sex. Her experience. 
Something like that.
"Yes. No."
She looked up at me. A bit confused. She continued along anyway. 
Determined to speak. "If I'm a lesbian or not? If. How I reacted to 
Karen? And the crop?"
"Mm-hmmmm."
"I was thinking."
"I thought you were reading Dickens."
"I was. But. That orgasm. I couldn't stop thinking about Karen. And 
everything. I'm one confused little slave girl."
"I know you are sweetheart. But I can't think right now. My brain 
isn't working. You'll be fine. I promise." I felt her pulling at her 
chains. Frustrated. Wanting to use her hands for something. "Can we 
talk about it tomorrow?"
"I guess." She seemed a bit disappointed. Frightened even. "Master?"
"What is it?" A bit gruffly.
"Please. Your slave is sorry. She'll be quiet now."
"Elizabeth. What is it?" I asked her a bit more gently.
"It's. It's just. It's Christi."
Now what? "What about her?"
"Well. Please don't be angry with me. She went to you earlier. On her 
own. Right?"
"We had some fun together. Yes." I remembered vaguely that Christi 
hadn't made it a secret that she was going to have sex with me when I 
fell asleep to Enya earlier today.
"Is it monogamous?"
"Huh?"
"Is it only her you want? That way?"
"Don't be silly. Why would I keep all of you around, naked, if she was 
all I wanted?"
"I don't want to rock the boat. That's all."
"What is it?"
"Please. Master. Don't me angry with me. If you don't want to, just 
say so. I. This slave will be quiet and sleep as she was told. 
Honestly."
"This slave is going to get punished if she doesn't start explaining 
herself."
"Please no. I don't. I can't." She took a deep breath. "I want more," 
she finally whispered.
She was talking in riddles. And I was far too tired to decode her 
talk.
"More what?"
"Ever since you made love to me that night. Then today. Forcing me to 
be with Karen. You've been bringing out a part of me I didn't know 
existed. I really hated you at first. But. I don't know what's come 
over me. My body. My. My breasts. They ache. And my stomach flutters. 
And my pussy. God. My pussy. And you. All that humiliation and pain. 
All those erotic sights I get to see. Like it or not. Even Amy, 
naked," she whispered. "I know I've already climaxed once today. Twice 
technically. But I can't seem to get my mind off sex. I. I feel like a 
high school girl. Just discovering myself and I'm almost thirty. I 
know I shouldn't. I know Christi will be jealous. But. I just don't 
have any choices. I'm sorry. If you don't want to, I'll understand. I 
didn't want to ask. But ..." her voice trailed off.
I touched her face. Wet. She was quietly crying again. I kissed the 
top of her head.
"M-master? I'd even be happy just giving you head. You don't have to 
do anything. I swear it. I'll swallow and everything. Then I'll leave 
you alone. You don't have to do me or anything. You don't even have to 
untie me."
I reached behind her and released her hands from the cuffs leaving the 
things dangling from her left wrist. "Come on then," I said to her. I 
lifted the blankets for her to get back out of bed. We could use the 
guest room. It was empty.
"M-master? Why not here?" She'd gotten to her hands and knees on the 
bed.
"Here?"
"The other night. I. I thought it was kind of different having Amy 
tied up only a few feet away. She heard everything. It. It was kind of 
exciting." I was sure her face was completely red at the admission.
I didn't want to wake up Sheila.
"Okay. But keep it down. I don't want to wake up Sheila. I have my 
reasons."
"I'll be silent. Like a mouse. I promise."
She turned herself around on her hands and knees and crawled down the 
bed until her head was between my legs. I could feel her smooth body 
pressing against my legs. She slowly and sensually took me into her 
mouth. I felt her warmth as I entered her. Slowly she swirled her 
tongue around me, achingly slow. Bobbing her head. Taking me deep into 
her mouth. Softly sucking. I lifted my head. She was lying easily 
between my legs. Her calves raised into the air, her bare feet 
crossed. If she lowered her legs she'd be hanging off the edge of the 
bed. She continued her ministrations. I could feel her hot breath 
around me, tickling my pubic hair gently. I closed my eyes letting her 
do the work. She didn't seem to mind. My mind wandered to the days 
events. Karen. Barking like a dog. The discovery of Sheila. Even the 
simple pleasure of watching the girls emerge from the shower. Wet and 
shivering. Imagining what Sheila had gone through with that monster. 
Visualizing her hanging from the eyebolts. Screaming as Evan laid into 
her pussy with his whips. Ignoring her pleading. Karen screaming and 
screaming as she was tortured. My mind flipped from image to image. 
Even falling back over the last few days. The warm mouth on my penis. 
Slowly sucking and touching me. Her fingers gently tickling my 
scrotum. Seeing images of Amy tormented. Her tongue clamped. Her bare 
thighs straining in the chair. Struggling to talk to me, to beg. Jane, 
licking her own mother while masturbating for her father. Holding her 
in my arms afterwards, crying her heart out. Frightened. Even as far 
back as Kimberly. Tied to her chair in the hardware store. Breasts 
bound and aching with the clothespins. Begging. I briefly wondered 
about Andrea and Linda, Christi's mother. I felt Elizabeth slowly 
increase the tempo, sensing that I was ready. Her mouth and fingers 
driving me nuts. I felt myself thrusting into her willing mouth. 
Exploding into her. Feeling her mouth desperately swallowing. Her gasp 
as I finally finished. I felt her tongue licking at me. Finishing. 
Cleaning me. Swallowing everything. She crawled back up and lay on her 
back beside me. Breathing hard.
I felt my eyes closing in the afterglow. No way in hell I could ever 
keep them open. The images still roaring about behind my closed lids. 
All the women.
"Beth?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm."
"You mind finishing yourself off for me. 'kay? I just don't have the 
energy. And make sure you put the cuffs back on before you sleep."
"Thank-you master," she whispered. I could faintly smell her musk. I 
knew that she wouldn't have finished herself without permission. If 
I'd fallen asleep without remembering or finishing her myself, she'd 
have just cuffed herself and suffered through the night waiting for 
morning. She had some self-control. All the girls did.
I felt her slowly moving beside me. No shame. Not self-conscious that 
she was masturbating beside an essential stranger. Her body demanding 
the release. I could vaguely see her hands touching her body in the 
semi-darkness. It didn't take her long. She was pretty worked up. I 
was still not quite in dreamland when I felt her stiffen. Her left 
hand moving from her breast to cover her mouth. She cried out softly 
around her muffling hand. Finally relaxing. Her breathing returning to 
normal slowly. I felt her turn onto her side. Check if I was still 
awake. I feigned sleep. She sighed happily and I felt and heard the 
cuffs click shut against her wrists again. She gently kissed my mouth 
and settled herself into the crook of my shoulder. Her hair cascading 
across my chest.
I reached over and pulled the covers back over us. I tucked the sheet 
under her chin again and she sighed. "So you are still awake."
"Barely."
"Thank you."
I almost felt like I should be the one to thank her. She was willing 
to give me a blow job. And excellent one at that, for nothing in 
return. If I'd fallen asleep, she would have had to stay frustrated 
the rest of the night. But she didn't seem to mind.
"Pleasant dreams."
"Pleasant dreams. Maybe you can have your next conquest make love to 
me as well ..." she said dreamily. I lay there for a few minutes. 
Thinking. Her breathing turned shallow and she slipped into sleep 
again. Sheila hadn't stirred through the whole encounter. I was aware 
of her in the bed with us, her light weight beside me, but I suspected 
that she wasn't going to be awakened by much less than a freight train 
running over her.
I kissed Elizabeth's clean red hair. "Pleasant dreams."
My exhaustion finally caught up to me. I slept.
	

Chapter 83

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Both my shoulders felt heavy. I slowly opened my eyes. I glanced down. 
A blonde head and a red one. I faintly smelled the clean scent of 
their shampoo. I could feel their gentle breathing against my bare 
chest. Sheila's handcuffed hands lying easily between us. I could feel 
the light pressure of both of their bodies next to mine.
I feared that my arms were asleep. They felt odd. Thick and heavy. I 
stirred, not wanting to wake the sleeping women. Elizabeth muttered 
something in her sleep. Sounded like "Not yet." Her unconscious mind 
interpreted the stirring of her pillow as a sign to turn over. She 
muttered something else and rolled over her bound hands, curling up on 
her right side, turned away from me. I flexed my freed right hand, 
beginning to feel the blood return. I winced as the pins and needles 
began. My mind briefly realized that the girls had to go through this 
everytime I released them from tight rope work. Elizabeth's head must 
have been pressing on a nerve or something. I didn't mind; I patiently 
waited for feeling to return to the limb.
I gently moved my right hand over and touched Sheila's shoulder once 
the pins and needles had receded. She mumbled something incoherent but 
wasn't quite as cooperative as Elizabeth. She burrowed herself further 
into my shoulder and refused to wake.
I slipped my hand under her head and gently lifted her. I was careful 
of the bruises I knew were still there. I extricated my left arm from 
below her head and lowered her back to the pillow. She unconsciously 
reached for me with her hands, but settled down into a fetal position. 
Her bound ankles drawn up. I crawled over Elizabeth and dropped to the 
floor. I carefully covered the still slumbering women back up. Sheila 
sighed in her sleep as the covers were tucked around her.
I picked up a bathrobe off the back of the bedroom door and slipped it 
around me. Probably Evan's. A bright blue terry cloth.
I carefully closed the door behind me, letting Elizabeth and Sheila 
sleep.
I padded down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. I flipped on 
the coffee pot. The women were going to want coffee when they finally 
got up. Soon the smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I was 
ravenous. We'd skipped a meal last evening. No dinner for anyone. I 
guess everyone was too tired. None of the girls had complained that 
they were hungry.
I found some orange juice in the refrigerator and poured a big glass 
for myself. I drank it in one long swallow. Tasted like real orange 
juice. Not that from concentrate stuff. In this house, it wouldn't 
have surprised me.
I padded out into the living room.
"Good morning," Amy was sitting up on the sofa. Awake as I walked in. 
"I wondered how long I was going to have to sit here twiddling my 
thumbs."
I flipped on the lights and wandered over to the window, pulling the 
shades open. I yawned and turned to the bare girl just swinging her 
legs. She still had sleep in her eyes. Her hair was a bit of a mess, 
but it looked like she had at least run her fingers through it.
"Good morning. Been up long?"
"Not too long. When did you put this on me?" She raised her right leg 
and rattled the ankle chain.
"Last night. You were kind of asleep at the time. I didn't want to 
wake you."
"You didn't have to do it. I wouldn't have moved or tried to run."
"I know. Call me suspicious."
"You still don't trust me."
"Would you?"
"I guess not. But I would have started breakfast if I had been able to 
move."
I smiled. "You can cook?"
"Not very well. Not like Christi." Her stomach growled. "God I'm 
hungry. Can a slave beg to have something more than cereal this 
morning?"
"What do you have in mind? Since you and I are the only two awake, I 
guess you get your choice this morning."
"Oh God. I'd love some of those pancakes that Christi made the other 
day. But, I can't make them like that. I'm not that great in the 
kitchen."
While she was talking I knelt down and released her bare ankle from 
the ankle restraints. She instinctively raised her right leg, bending 
her knee and placing her bare foot up on the sofa cushion. She idly 
rubbed her ankle. The steel had left a slight mark on the back of her 
leg, near the Achilles tendon. Probably just slept on it there. I 
hadn't tightened it into her skin.
I gathered the cuffs into my hands, moving to drop them back in the 
equipment pack.
"What can you cook?"
She didn't even suggest that I cook something. She just accepted the 
fact that I could force her to do anything, may as well just do it. 
Making breakfast was far more pleasant than getting whipped. She 
understood that it was going to be her job to make breakfast this 
morning. It didn't look like she minded.
"Mmmmm. I can cook scrambled eggs. And bacon. And toast. Hard to screw 
that up." He stomach rumbled again as she thought of the food.
"That would do just fine. Hope they have enough eggs."
Amy stood up. "You'll let us eat them too?"
"Yeah. You all missed dinner last night. I'm sure you are all as 
hungry as I am. Hungry girls can't perform."
"I noticed the lack of a meal last night. But you were a bit busy. I 
was afraid to mention it. I thought maybe you were punishing us." She 
spoke as we both walked barefoot into the kitchen. "What were you 
doing up there, anyway? Mmmmmmm. Coffee. Can a slave beg for a cup. 
Please. Please. Please."
"I wasn't punishing you. I just forgot. And I was taking care of a 
pest last night. And I'll get you a cup."
Confusion crossed her face, but she didn't ask for more details. Her 
face brightened when she realized that I was going to allow her the 
coffee. I'd turned on the coffee maker and I certainly didn't drink 
the stuff. It was for the girls. I opened the refrigerator and picked 
up a dozen eggs. "This be enough for you?" Amy nodded. I picked up a 
package of maple flavoured bacon as well. "Can you cook with your 
hands cuffed?"
"I guess I'll have to learn."
I walked to the bare beauty. "Wrists."
"You have to be kidding. I can't cook with them behind my back. 
Honestly." She thought I was going to recuff her. She was so used to 
being bound.
"Relax. I'm taking them off you." And I did.
Again, confusion crossed her face. But she just rubbed her wrists once 
and picked up the carton of eggs. I walked over to the coffee maker, 
dug out a mug and poured her a cup of coffee. "Cream and sugar?"
"Just cream if you are allowing me."
I smiled. She did know what to say this morning. I was in a good mood. 
I found some cream and poured a drop from the carton into the steaming 
mug. I stirred it and delivered the poison. She smiled like the 
Cheshire cat. She raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. Savouring 
the taste. I didn't allow them these pleasures all that often. Didn't 
want to spoil them.
"Oh God. That's good. Your slave, she thanks you. You said that there 
was another girl?"
"Yeah. Sheila."
"When do I get to meet her?"
"At breakfast." I settled into a kitchen chair. There were only four 
chairs around the small kitchen table.
"Hmmm. Two eggs each. That should be enough. Unless you want more for 
yourself." She knew that the girls would have to split whatever I 
allowed them to have.
"Two's fine." I watched as she struggled with the package of bacon. 
Finally cutting it open with kitchen shears and dumping the contents 
into a pan. It immediately began to hiss. She began to break eggs into 
a bowl, mixing them up with a whisk. Soon the captivating smell of 
bacon permeated the kitchen.
"She happy about being here? I guess not," Amy returned to the subject 
of Sheila.
"Actually, I think she's happier about being here than where she was 
in real life."
"She hasn't disobeyed yet then." Amy didn't realize the hell I'd taken 
the girl from. She'd find out eventually.
"You can handle this?"
"I guess. It will be ready in about fifteen minutes. You want me to 
call you?"
"Sounds good."
I took one last glance at Amy carefully turning the bacon. Trying to 
avoid the grease spitting on her bare skin. I smiled. She seemed happy 
this morning. Rested. She didn't even seem to mind her nudity.
I slipped out of the kitchen and slowly made my way upstairs. I poked 
my head into the bedroom. Sheila and Elizabeth were both still asleep 
under the covers. I left the door slightly ajar and moved around to 
the locked room.
I took a deep breath. I was surprised that I was apprehensive. Not 
sure what I'd find behind door number five. I wasn't concerned about 
Mayer. I didn't much care what hell they'd put him through. Whatever 
it was, it wasn't enough to make up for what he'd done to Sheila. I 
was actually concerned that the girls had let him go. Maybe for a 
second to retie him in another position. Maybe he managed to break 
free. Visions of Jane and Christi, screaming as he used his hammer on 
their hands and feet. Being raped by him. Finally lying in a pool of 
their own blood. I supposed that I could return them to an earlier 
time. I had marked the timeline before I left them as a precaution. It 
wouldn't cost much to return to the earlier time when they'd been 
alive and kicking. But then I'd have to kill Evan. And much as he 
deserved it, I didn't much want to do it. I hadn't had to kill anyone 
yet, and I didn't want to find out how it worked.
I unlocked the door in front of me. I held my breath.
The door squeaked open. Mayer was in the same bonds, hanging where I 
left him. His head was rocked forward on his chest. He was completely 
naked. I was looking at his back. His back and ass were crisscrossed 
with red welts. I could have sworn some of them were bleeding, or had 
bled. I moved towards him until I was close enough to see if he was 
still breathing. I closed my eyes. I would have to punish the girls if 
they'd managed to kill him.
But as I approached I could see his ribs expanding shallowly. He hung 
there either stunned, unconscious, or merely sleeping.
I took my eyes off him. I found the girls huddled together on the 
floor in front of the leather sofa. I idly wondered why they hadn't 
slept on it. It would have been much more comfortable than the floor. 
At least one of them could have slept there. If they'd each taken an 
end and curled up, they both would have fit. A little less 
comfortably, but it would have worked.
Christi was lying on her back. Her bare breasts gently rising and 
falling with her breathing. Jane's head was pillowed on Christi's left 
breast. Her brunette hair spilled over Christi's shoulder and her own. 
Jane's left arm was thrown casually over Christi, just under her 
breasts. She too was fast asleep. Her head rising and falling with 
each of Christi's shallow breaths. Christi's arms were loosely 
encircling Jane's body. Holding her. Her right hand tangled loosely in 
Jane's brown hair. The position looked odd to me. Almost intimate. But 
as I'd noted before, women often weren't as afraid of same gender 
contact. Jane and Christi had gotten along well since the beginning of 
this. In fact, all of the girls had supported one another. As if they 
were old friends. Whatever was most comfortable. They'd been nude 
around each other for long enough to feel comfortable with it, I 
supposed.
I knelt by their outstretched feet. I gently traced Jane's instep. She 
sleepily moved her foot, but didn't quite wake. I thought I saw traces 
of blood along her back. She didn't look injured. Didn't make sense.
I reached out and traced her bare instep again. This time she 
murmured, "Stop it, Darren. You bastard. Let me sleep." She tightened 
her arm across Christi in her sleep. My eyebrows raised. Who the heck 
was Darren?
I smiled to myself and did it to her again. This time she kicked out 
at my hand. I snatched my fingers from her bare foot. Her eyes 
fluttered open and she gave a startled little shout.
"Where the hell am I?" Still groggy. Her startled voice waking 
Christi. Jane's eyes scanned around the room and she uttered an 
understated, "Oh."
Christi awakened and squirmed around. Jane stretched and rolled off 
Christi and sat up.
"Not enough sleep."
"Long night?"
"Yeah."
"What was that all about?" Meaning the position they were sleeping in.
They both flushed and pressed their lips together.
"Never mind. You can tell me about it later. It's almost breakfast 
time."
Christi glanced up at Evan who still hadn't stirred. "We put him 
through the wringer."
"I can see that." The girls were stumbling to their bare feet. It 
honestly looked like they'd been through a marathon. They looked far 
more tired than Amy did. I wondered how much sleep they had gotten.
"Can I take a shower?" Christi asked, running her hands through her 
blonde hair and grimacing. It no longer looked clean and shiny like 
last night.
I shook my head. "After breakfast. It's almost ready and you don't 
want it cold, do you?"
Jane spoke up. "We get more than cereal then? Who's cooking?" Our 
usual cook, Christi was right here in front of us. "God, I'm so 
hungry."
"We going to feed Evan, here?" Christi asked.
"Are you joking?" The pig could starve for all I cared.
I grasped the girls' arms and propelled them out of the room. They 
moved as quickly as they could. Still trying to work out the kinks of 
sleeping on the floor. Jane stumbled a bit.
"You sure we don't have time for a shower?" Jane asked this time. She 
was feeling her hair. "We really need one."
"Right after breakfast."
"Don't blame us if the others complain about us." I leaned towards 
Jane and smelled her. There was a faint trace of female musk about 
her. And that wonderful smell that always seems to be a part of being 
female. But she was hardly offensive.
"Don't worry about it. You're fine. Your hair is a mess, but you can 
fix that after breakfast. I don't mind."
She shrugged. Not much she could do about it if I wouldn't let her 
shower.
"Go help Amy. I don't really trust her cooking. I have to wake the 
last two sleepy heads."
"Tell Sheila that she did good last night," Christi said over her 
shoulder as she walked down the hall. "Tell her that the bastard 
suffered."
I watched as the nude girls padded down the stairs and, by the sound 
of their footfalls sounded like they raced for the kitchen.
I walked into the master bedroom. Sheila's eyes opened as I entered.
"I woke up and you were gone," she spoke softly.
"Yeah. Couldn't sleep."
"I woke up in the middle of the night. I was so cold. Shivering. I. I 
moved over to you and shared. She won't mind will she?" Sheila glanced 
at Elizabeth's sleeping form on the other side of the bed.
I just about laughed. I was surprised that Elizabeth had stayed close 
to me all night, herself. For some reason it was cooler in this room.
"Hell no. Don't worry about that. How are you feeling?"
"A lot better. I really needed that sleep. How'd things work out? You 
know. I can't believe I fell asleep on you in there. One minute I'm 
taking out my revenge on that asshole, the next minute I'm shivering 
in this bed. And. Having to snuggle up with you for warmth. I'm sorry. 
I didn't mean that the way it sounds. You are my Master now."
"I understand. I didn't want to be in there anyway. Male domination. 
Not really my thing. I left him to Jane and Christi right after you 
passed out. So I really don't know what they did to him after I left. 
Honestly."
She nodded. "They didn't kill him, did they?" Almost a spark of hope 
back there in her eyes. I couldn't see very well in just the light 
streaming in from the hallway. She might actually wish him dead 
though.
"They didn't kill him. I checked. But he didn't look like he had a 
good time with the girls."
"I can imagine. Who is that?"
"That's Elizabeth."
"Your girlfriend?"
"She's another slave. Definitely not my girlfriend."
"Oh my God. You mean there's more? Christi and Jane aren't it?"
"No. There's one more as well. Amy. She's currently cooking our 
breakfast."
"You're kidding."
"Have I ever kidded you?"
Sheila seemed to be a lot more comfortable around me. I guess since 
we'd slept in the same bed and I hadn't raped her. She was perhaps 
feeling a little safer and less vulnerable. Maybe she had shed some 
emotional baggage from her healing activities last night. Perhaps her 
bruises just weren't causing her the same level of pain. Constant pain 
can do strange things to a person.
"No. But I think I'm hungry."
"I'll bet."
"Can we please take these chains off me? I don't think I have the 
strength to attack you, much less hurt you."
I smiled. I'd forgotten that I'd cuffed her last night. She was still 
mostly hidden beneath the covers. Her hands and feet included.
"I'm sorry. I forgot. Of course we can take them off."
I lifted the covers off of her. She shivered slightly, but held up her 
hands. I unlocked them. I still couldn't see what her condition was. I 
wouldn't be able to tell until I turned on the light. She shifted 
around and gave me her feet. I took the handcuffs off her ankles as 
well.
She sighed. "I was kind of surprised when I woke up in the middle of 
the night and found myself in handcuffs. It shouldn't have surprised 
me. You have no reason to trust me yet. They didn't hurt or anything. 
But you didn't have to restrain me. I wasn't going anywhere."
I nodded. The girls, for the most part were good. Apart from Jane, 
they had never risked attacking me while I slept. And Jane hadn't gone 
through with it. Didn't even know that I knew.
"I'm going to wake up Elizabeth." I walked around to the other side of 
the bed. I gently touched Elizabeth's hair. Smoothed her bangs back 
from her face. Her eyes opened. Not startled. Looking rested.
"Time to get up?" she inquired.
"Yup. Breakfast is on. Give me your wrists."
I heard her stomach rumble under the covers. She quietly turned over 
presenting her cuffed wrists to me. While I unlocked her, she noticed 
that the other woman was awake.
"Hello," Elizabeth greeted her a little uncertainly. "You must be 
Sheila."
"Yes. Good morning." All civilized. As though there was nothing 
strange about sleeping in the same bad when they had never even met. 
Naked. Handcuffed. Sharing the bed with a strange guy. Even sharing 
his body heat. These women. Such a different world they lived in. I'd 
never figure them out. I swear.
"I'm Elizabeth."
"I know. He told me."
They lapsed into silence. Elizabeth's hands clicked free.
"You ready for lights?" I asked them. I walked slowly over to the 
light switch.
"Yes," from Sheila.
"Don't you dare," from Elizabeth.
Smiling, I snapped them on. Sheila blinked rapidly, but she'd been 
awake a lot longer than Elizabeth. Her eyes adjusted quickly. 
Elizabeth just squeezed her eyes shut and moaned. Shielding her eyes 
with her hand.
"You can't do that to a girl before she's fully awake."
"You were awake. And besides which. You know fully well that I can do 
anything I want to a girl. Awake or not." I grinned playfully at her.
"Shut up," Elizabeth mocked me. She was just playing.
Sheila swung her legs off the bed and climbed to her bare feet. Her 
fingers reaching up to run through her tangled hair. She winced as she 
straightened.
Her bruises were as bad as yesterday. Her side was still that nasty 
purple colour. Her face still had the mottled reddish bruise on her 
right cheek. That bruise, perhaps looked a little better. Her eye 
looked a little worse. She gently touched her left side and softly 
cried out. She put her hands down at her sides and simply waited for 
Elizabeth to rise.
"How do I look?" she asked me.
"Like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards." I returned to 
the doorway by the light switch waiting for the girls.
She smiled at the expression. "I'll look better after a shower."
"After breakfast."
Elizabeth had finally managed to stop blinking. Her eyes adjusted to 
the higher light levels. She glanced at Sheila and gasped. She was on 
her feet in a split second.
"You fucking bastard," Elizabeth practically screamed at me. "How 
could you do that?" Her bare feet pounding on the carpet as she 
launched herself at me. Her fists driving into my chest. I stepped 
back and grabbed her wrists. Stopping her from continuing her assault. 
Gently.
"Calm down. Calm down."
"You filthy fucking animal. How could you do that to her? What did you 
do? Use her as a fucking punching bag? Jesus Christ. Look at her. 
Nobody deserves that. Holy Christ. Look at her." She was in tears. 
From frustration. Horror. Fear.
"Elizabeth."
She paled. Horror crawled across her face. Her eyes brimmed with 
tears. Knowing what she'd done. It didn't matter what I did to any of 
them. It never justified trying to hurt me. Those were the rules. And 
she knew it.
"And I fucked you last night. Jesus Christ. You are a monster." She 
slowly sank to her knees. Frightened. Realizing what she'd done. 
Knowing that she'd be punished for attacking me. For screaming at me. 
For swearing at me.
"I am a monster. And you are right. Nobody deserves that. Elizabeth. 
Honey. I haven't touched her."
Elizabeth looked up from her knees. Wanting to believe me but not 
quite being able to. Wondering why I wasn't angry with her.
"It's true. He hasn't touched me, Elizabeth. He's been nothing but 
kind to me. He freed me. Thanks for coming to my rescue though."
"What?" I could see the confusion spreading across Elizabeth's face. 
"How?"
Sheila walked carefully across the room. Favouring her left side 
still. She slowly sank to her knees. Held Elizabeth's face in her 
hands.
"Christi and Jane explained to me what this place is all about. The 
time stuff. I don't understand it. But I don't need to. This guy. Our 
Master. He isn't the only one that likes to hurt women. He's not 
unique in the world. Christi and Jane told me that he does unspeakable 
things sometimes. But not like this. Look at me. This was done before 
he came and took me away. He didn't do it. You know that. In your 
heart. My. My former master. He was. Rough. Rougher." She pointed at 
her body. Her left side. "Evan. That's my former master. He kicked me 
here. Twice. He slapped me here. Hard." Her right index finger circled 
her right cheek and eye. "God it hurt. I know it looks bad, but I'm 
used to it. He saved me from this. I swear to you that he hasn't 
touched me. I swear it."
Elizabeth began to cry, her bare body shaking on her knees. "Good God. 
Look at you. You mean. This happened to you in real life? Oh my God. 
You'll never forget this?" Sheila shook her head. Tears beginning to 
fall from her eyes as well. Elizabeth looked back up at me. "Oh God. 
This. This slave is so sorry. She presumed. She. She deserves 
punishment. Please forgive her." She reached out and softly touched my 
leg with her hand. "Please."
I touched the women's shoulders, urging them to their bare feet. I 
spoke reassuringly to Elizabeth. "It's okay. I understand. I wasn't 
thinking how you'd might take the sight of Sheila here. My fault. She 
looks like she's been through a war or something. Doesn't she? Can't 
really blame you for thinking it was me. And if you weren't horrified 
about this, I'd think something was wrong with you. I'm not going to 
punish you. You actually did the right thing. If I ever do this to 
anyone I'm going to keep, I'm giving you permission right now to take 
your anger out on me. Understand?"
Elizabeth nodded mutely, tears still flowing. Confused. I stroked her 
tangled hair.
"Still regret making love to me?"
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that."
"You did. And I understand."
"No. I don't regret it anymore." She moved towards me. A bit 
hesitantly. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. 
"Thank God you didn't do this." Her body shook a bit.
I kissed the top of her head and she managed to control her crying. 
Sheila stood uncertainly watching her sister in captivity and I 
interact.
Elizabeth sniffled and reached up on her toes to give me a kiss. 
"That's for helping her instead of hurting her."
Jane poked her head in the door. A whirlwind of brunette. "I'm sorry 
to interrupt your little party here, but didn't you hear me hollering 
for you? I've been yelling for like five minutes. Breakfast is ready."
	

Chapter 84

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Jane disappeared and I gently guided Elizabeth and Sheila out of the 
bedroom. Sheila looked wistfully at the bathroom and shower as we 
passed, but we all padded down the stairs together. I needed a shower 
as much as they did. Well, maybe not quite as much.
I smelled the heavenly aroma of coffee, bacon and eggs greet me as I 
walked into the kitchen. My stomach growled. Elizabeth and Sheila 
trailed me, wrinkling their noses as they entered.
Elizabeth muttered, "Coffee. I would do anything for coffee." Her eyes 
glued to the mug that Amy held in her hands. She looked at me 
hopefully.
"Can a slave beg for coffee. Please?"
Suddenly I had a clamour around me. All of them but Amy trying to 
speak at once. All of them begging for coffee.
"QUIET!" I barked out at the women. They silenced themselves. I 
sighed. "That's better. Like a pack of hyenas you are. Yes. You can 
all get yourselves coffee." Amy's eyes twinkled. Amused. "And before 
you all start asking, the cream is in the refrigerator and the sugar 
is on the counter."
Jane, Christi and Elizabeth practically dove at the coffee machine. 
Amy had placed four mugs beside it. All different mugs. Catchy sayings 
on them. I Hate Mondays. I'm a Bear Until I've Had My Coffee. Hard 
Work Never Killed Anyone, But Why Take Chances. I smiled at the nude 
girls scrambling for the coffee. Sheila had hung back. I looked at her 
quizzically.
"What's up? Why aren't you in there as well?"
"Couple of reasons," she answered. "This." She pointed at her side. 
"Last thing I need is one of them to accidentally elbow me. They look 
a little rambunctious in there. And I'm not so sure I want any. Evan, 
that prick, wouldn't let me have coffee at all while I lived here. It 
didn't matter how much I begged and pleaded or how obedient I was. I 
had to make it for them. But I wasn't allowed to drink it. It was one 
of his little torments. Showing his power over me. After a couple of 
weeks I realized what he was doing and stopped begging for it. I guess 
I broke the habit. I'm not sure I want to start it up again. I thought 
I did. As soon as I smelled it. But now I'm just not sure. You'd 
really let me have coffee?" A bit incredulous. Not quite used to her 
new 'freedoms'.
"Want some orange juice, instead?"
"I'd love some."
"It's in the fridge."
She walked gingerly over to the refrigerator and pulled out the jug 
I'd found earlier. Amy handed her a glass.
"Hi Sheila. I'm Amy. I'm glad to meet you. I hear you've been through 
a lot."
Sheila smiled at the other girl. "Someone has been telling stories. 
Don't believe everything you hear."
"Jane and Christi. And your face and body kind of tell it as well." 
Sounded like Jane and Christi at least managed to warn Amy. She hadn't 
blinked an eye when Sheila walked in. At least I hadn't had to deal 
with another performance like Elizabeth's.
Sheila poured herself a glass of orange juice, and raised the glass to 
her lips. I glanced around the kitchen. It just seemed so normal. Five 
nude women, happily interacting. Fighting for the sugar bowl and 
laughing on one side. I was almost sure I saw some nipple tweaking as 
they playfully fought. Like a bunch of school girls. And two others 
just quietly talking over by the refrigerator. I wasn't sure I'd ever 
get used to seeing this.
I touched Amy's shoulder. "How's breakfast coming?"
"Oh shit. I forgot about that." She rushed back to the stove. She 
opened the oven portion. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she'd 
have been punished if the breakfast had been ruined. She had the 
plates and food keeping warm while she had waited for me.
"'fraid we don't have enough chairs here. Two will have to be on the 
floor. I guess I'm newer, I'll take the floor. Someone else will have 
to as well," Amy called out to the others.
She started to distribute plates around the table. I sat down at one 
end.
"I'm newest, I'll take the floor too." Sheila spoke up.
Christi and Jane exchanged a glance. They nodded to each other. 
Sipping at their coffee.
Christi spoke up. "That's not really fair. You cooked this morning, 
Amy. You take my chair. Please."
Jane stepped in as well. "Please. Sheila. You take mine. I can't let 
you sit on the floor. Not with those bruises. I'll be fine on the 
floor with Christi."
Sheila smiled thankfully at Jane and reached for a kitchen chair. Jane 
and Christi moved to the side and sat on the floor. Their bare backs 
pressed against the floor cabinets, knees up in front of them. They 
were talking in whispers together. Sipping at the coffee. Savouring 
it.
Amy distributed the plates. "Watch. They're hot," she warned as she 
placed the first one in front of me. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Toast. She 
placed three more plates down on the table. Same fare in front of 
Elizabeth, Sheila and where she'd be seated. She carefully handed 
plates to Christi and Jane on the floor. All the girls thanked her as 
she served.
She pulled out a drawer and picked up some utensils. She handed me a 
knife and fork and then sat. Sheila picked up a piece of bacon and was 
raising it to her mouth. Amy touched her arm and whispered to her, 
"Wait for permission." Sheila nodded and dropped the bacon back to her 
plate. Not realizing the rules that the girls had made up. I actually 
had nothing to do with that one. I think Jane had made it up in the 
hotel room one morning in an effort to please me. And it had just been 
accepted as fact that the women waited for me to tell them to eat. At 
least at breakfast.
I smiled at Sheila. "Go on eat."
"Please. Sir? Can I get cutlery?"
Amy whispered to her. "I know. I hated it too. Still do. He won't let 
us use cutlery."
Sheila just nodded as though she understood. Maybe she did. Maybe she 
was just used to accepting unreasonable situations. She picked back up 
her piece of bacon and nibbled at it. Without another word she simply 
began to eat her breakfast. The eggs were going to be a bit messy, but 
they all needed showers anyway.
I wolfed down my breakfast. It was surprisingly good given that we 
were a bit late coming down. Still warm and we were all so hungry that 
anything would taste good. I finished, as usual, far ahead of the 
women. All of them were struggling with the eggs. Having to let them 
cool a bit before they could get their fingers into them to eat. I 
watched Christi and Jane eating on the floor. They didn't seem to be 
having more trouble because they were on the floor. No more so than 
the women at the table. They were still talking to each other in 
hushed whispers. Glancing my way once in a while. I idly wondered what 
they were up to.
Sheila looked a bit uncomfortable having to eat with her fingers. 
Probably still used to using cutlery. I caught her a couple of times 
staring wistfully at my knife and fork. A symbol. For them, being 
forced to eat without cutlery just reinforced my control over them. It 
seemed almost uncivilized. I had taken away a small portion of their 
humanity. Animals didn't use cutlery. But Sheila ultimately accepted 
it. It was better than the symbols of her slavery that Evan used. She 
was wearing them on her face and side.
Finally the girls finished. Jane and Christi automatically rose to 
their bare feet and began to clear the table. Christi washed and Jane 
dried. The other three just sat a bit uncomfortably, waiting for me to 
dismiss them or give them instructions.
I spoke to Elizabeth, "Shower time?"
She nodded enthusiastically. The other two were nodding as well. I 
glanced around at them. They were a mess. All of them. They had all 
made an attempt at straightening themselves after their rest, but none 
of them had really succeeded. Though they'd all licked their fingers 
clean after the messy breakfast, they still looked sticky and 
uncomfortable. They were all still beautiful in their nudity, and I 
debated forcing them to stay disheveled for a day to see how they'd 
take it. Maybe even punish them for not looking their best. But that 
was evil and unfair. Though I didn't mind being evil and unfair, it 
just didn't seem right for today. Perhaps tomorrow.
"You know the drill then. Shower together. Wash each other. I might 
check in on you. You can use hot water this morning. You look like you 
need it. Be careful of Sheila. I'm sure she's kind of sensitive. She 
can wash herself if necessary. Make yourselves presentable."
The three of them stood and begun to file out.
"Sheila?"
"Yes master?" She didn't have any hesitation using the word master as 
the other's did. She'd only been in my power for less than a day. I 
guess Evan had conditioned her to use the word.
"You don't have to put on make up. I like nail polish, but don't worry 
about your face. It still looks sore."
"You sure? I don't mind if you want me to touch it up."
"I don't mind. You look fine. Really."
"Thank-you master. I'll do my best." She just stood there. "You know 
the shower in my room? The one I had to use? He didn't even bother 
hooking hot water up to it? Yesterday's was the first hot shower I've 
had in months?" She moved forward and kissed my cheek. "I never 
thanked you for letting me take a hot shower. It. It felt so good." 
She scampered out of the kitchen to catch up to Elizabeth and Amy.
"That was nice of you," Jane spoke from the sink. She pranced over to 
me. "And so was that hot breakfast you let us have for a change. A 
slave thanks you." She kissed my other cheek. She walked back to 
drying the dishes. As she approached, I noticed some faint red marks 
under her bare breasts. I thought back. When was the last time I'd 
punished her? It seemed like ages ago. And I couldn't remember seeing 
those marks on her last night. Granted I was tired and had other 
things on my mind.
I heard the shower start upstairs and I was almost sure I heard a 
playful squeal from that direction.
I leaned back in my chair and watched the nude beauties as they 
cleaned up. Everyday tasks made so much more interesting when the ones 
doing it are naked. Disheveled. But naked. They were no longer even 
aware of their nudity. Probably not even caring anymore.
"You two have been acting like you have a secret all morning. Like two 
high school girls passing notes. What's up?"
Christi stopped washing the dishes and looked at me. Her face 
flushing.
"Why would you say that?"
"You think you can hide things from me? What are you two up to? Hmmm? 
Planning a coup?"
"No. No. Oh God. Please don't think that. I don't need punishment for 
things that aren't true. I get enough for things I've actually done."
"Why didn't you two sleep on the couch last night? You would have both 
fit if you took separate ends. Your legs would've tangled up together 
but I wouldn't have thought you would've minded. I didn't tell you 
that you had to sleep on the floor." My sixth sense was telling me 
that their sleeping like that had something to do with all this 
secrecy. But I couldn't imagine why.
Christi flushed again. Jane tried to busy herself with the dishes.
"Alright. Jane. Look at me." She turned slowly. Fear evident on her 
face. Her toes curling against the tile. She dropped the dish she was 
drying back into the drainer. "Knees." The two of them sunk to their 
knees on the kitchen tile. Squirming.
"Please. Master. These slaves beg you not to punish them," Jane spoke 
softly.
"What have you done?"
"Please. We couldn't help it. We didn't think you'd mind. We know we 
didn't have permission. But. We. We just couldn't help it. Please."
"I am going to punish you both. On the breasts. Hard. If you don't 
start telling me what the hell happened last night. What you two are 
so bloody secretive about." Christi paled and Jane shuddered at the 
threat. They knew damn well that I'd make good on it.
Christi whispered to me, her face bright red, "We. We were together 
last night."
"I know that. I locked you in the same room. Oh." The penny dropped 
and I realized what she was saying. I wasn't expecting that. But I 
guess I should have. I sat there as the silence thickened around me. 
The girls just knelt quietly, their faces flushed, their breathing 
laboured. Their eyes on the floor. All I could hear was their shallow 
breathing and the soft sound of water running upstairs.
I was used to the girls being forced into lesbian acts. I quite 
enjoyed watching it. But Christi was telling me that her and Jane had 
done it without me forcing it. These girls that claimed that they were 
straight. I could admit it. I was confused.
I cleared my throat. "I. I don't know quite what to say here. Um. What 
are you saying? Are you telling me that you are coming out of the 
closet here? That you, ahhhh, have feelings for one another?"
Christi actually began to laugh. "Oh God. Good Christ no. Don't worry, 
you can still force me to tongue a woman and I'll hate it. God. I'm 
not a lesbian. And I don't think Jane is either." Jane was shaking her 
head. Not laughing, but not a lesbian either. "And I love Jane. I love 
all of them. She's. Like a sister to me now. We've been through so 
much together. You've put us through so much. But no. She's not my 
girlfriend or anything. Even if I had the choice of having her as my 
girlfriend."
"I don't understand," I truly was confused. "I think you'd better 
explain."
Christi continued. Her initial hesitation gone. "Oh God. I don't know 
how to explain. Last night was so nuts. I think you fulfilled every 
fantasy I've ever had. You saw me last night. You saw the state I was 
in. Jane knows. Now. It was turning me on. You knew it would, you 
bastard." She was smiling. Remembering. "After you left, it even got 
more intense. Jane and I were really taking our frustrations out on 
that asshole. We used nearly everything in there. God, he could yell. 
We had to gag him for a while. And everytime that whip fell on him, 
and he screamed for me, I swear another bolt of electricity singed 
through my body. Starting at my nipples, and ending in my clit. Jane 
was hitting him. I was hitting him. It was just nuts. Crazy. I finally 
noticed that he'd passed out. I tried to revive him, but that wasn't 
about to happen. I finally gave up and sat down. I was so tired. Jane 
was practically asleep on her feet. We'd probably tortured him for 
three or four hours. Though I have no way of knowing. Not like you let 
me even wear a watch."
She paused. I could see that the story and her memories were affecting 
her. She was flushed and breathing heavily. Nipples red and swollen. 
Not like she could hide them. Jane was just flushed. Embarrassed by 
the whole thing, I was guessing.
Jane swallowed and continued the story. "At the time, I kind of 
suspected, but didn't really know that Christi was really getting 
turned on by torturing this guy. I was just dead tired. I asked her if 
she wanted the couch. She just shook her head. I figured that she'd 
just sleep in the chair. I lay down on the couch. I was just about 
asleep when I heard Christi crying. I managed to open my eyes and she 
was just sitting there weeping. For no reason."
"I was hot. I was horny. I didn't want to masturbate with Jane there, 
or in front of Evan if he woke up. Hell, I just wanted someone else. I 
just didn't feel like pushing myself over. And I didn't have your 
permission. Though I knew you'd never know if I did it, I still felt 
weird. Almost disloyal or something dumb. So I was crying. Not knowing 
when you'd let us out of the room. If you'd indulge me when you did. I 
don't know. The stress and exhaustion got to me. I was so screwed up. 
I couldn't help it. I just cried. Anyway, Jane was suddenly right 
there. Holding me. We cried together for a while. I told her. I told 
her about me. How I felt. About domination and submission and how you 
messed me up."
Jane had closed her eyes. Remembering last night. "And I couldn't help 
it. I told her about me. I didn't think I could ever tell anyone. And 
now both of you know. I hate myself."
Christi touched her. Leaned over on her knees and kissed her cheek. 
"Jane. It's normal. No weirder than what I feel. Anyway, I know we 
weren't supposed to, but we did it anyway. We were so tired we weren't 
thinking straight. It's my fault. If you want to punish anyone, punish 
me. I deserve it. We hardly even spoke. It was like we were 
telepathically linked. I don't know. It was the strangest thing that 
has ever happened to me. Jane and I just got up. I tied her. I tied 
her to Mayer. Her bare skin against his. Back to back. He woke up as I 
was tying her to him. He was so sore I doubt if he even knew what was 
going on. I stood there and looked at her. So delicate. So helpless. I 
gagged her with a pair of panties I found in the closet. Crotchless 
ones I think. Before I placed them in her mouth, she whispered to me 
to hit her hard. I couldn't. I'm sorry, Jane. I just couldn't. But I 
used a cane on her. Not hard. I swear it. I was playing with myself. I 
was hitting her. I remember she was screaming. But she never pushed 
the gag out. She could have. But she didn't. She just stood there and 
let me cane her breasts. Tears were streaming down her face. It just 
seemed so unreal. Like a dream. Finally I collapsed. Jane was just 
hanging. Tied to Evan. I. I think I crawled over to her and untied 
her. I remember thinking that I had to be careful not to untie Evan as 
well. I remember catching her as she fell. Having her in my arms. 
Crying. I was crying. I remember crawling over to the couch. And. God 
help me. We. Were together. It felt so good. I didn't care that it was 
Jane. That it was another woman. I just didn't care. I remember being 
cold. I remember holding her afterwards. We talked about it for a long 
time. I don't remember falling asleep. That's why we didn't sleep on 
the couch. And then she woke me up when you came in." Christi's voice 
faltered and fell silent.
Her eyes were brimming with tears. Jane was openly crying.
I sat there stunned in the silence. I didn't think anything could 
surprise me anymore. But these two nude, kneeling beauties had managed 
it. I hung my head back. Picturing it. Picturing what they'd 
described. I'd long ago decided that I wasn't going to punish them for 
whatever they'd done. And this wasn't something to punish them for. I 
just wish I'd seen it.
"Please. Master. We're sorry," Christi's small frightened voice came 
from the floor. "I swear. We were just tired. We weren't thinking 
straight. It was wonderful. But it was only once. We swear. Maybe we 
just wanted to try it without being forced. Please. It won't ever 
happen again."
I got up from my chair and walked over to the two girls. They were 
still on their knees. Their faces frightened. Not knowing how I felt 
about what they'd done.
I knelt down, my knees between their knees. Facing them. I leaned 
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They quietly wept in my arms. Their bare bodies shaking, strangely 
silent. I just held them until they calmed.
"You aren't going to punish us?" Christi whispered.
"I think. I think you've punished yourselves enough. I don't think 
that I have to do anything."
"Oh God. Thank-you." Jane whispered. She turned her head and gave me a 
kiss on the cheek. "I. I don't know what came over us. I. We. To call 
us confused is an understatement. I don't know what to do. We've been 
trying to make sense of it since you woke us. I'm sorry. That's what 
we were whispering about. Honestly." I believed her.
I hugged them again. "Girls. Don't worry your pretty heads about it. 
As far as I'm concerned it was perfectly natural. You were dead tired 
in this really weird situation. You just were comforting each other. 
It got out of hand. I doubt if it means anything." I'm not sure I 
believed my own words, but they seemed to make the women feel better.
Christi swallowed. "I wish that was all there was to it. I'm scared."
"You'll be fine." I gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. They 
quietly allowed the kiss. I released them from the embrace and rose to 
my feet. I glanced towards the counter. I'd interrupted Jane as she 
was drying the last plate. Christi had finished washing.
Jane silently rose to her bare feet leaving Christi kneeling on the 
tile. She picked up the last plate from the drainer and took the 
dishcloth to it. She returned it to its cupboard and then sank back to 
her bare knees. Silently waiting. Brooding.
I heard the faint sound of the shower cease. I was sitting in a 
kitchen chair just watching the girls. They were shifting a little 
uncomfortably. But they remained quiet. Their eyes downcast. Ashamed?
As the shower stopped, I rose to my own bare feet. I padded over to 
them.
I touched their bare shoulders and the two women looked up at me.
"You two alright?"
Christi nodded and Jane sort of mumbled, "I think so."
"We have to finish with our Judge friend."
"Master?" Christi looked up at me.
"Yes?"
"I know we don't deserve it. But. But this slave. This slave begs. 
Begs her Master for a shower. Please? Th-this slave feels so very 
dirty. Please, even though she doesn't deserve one, please let her 
shower? She'll even be happy with a cold one. Please?" her voice had 
dropped to a whisper. It wasn't often that Christi deigned herself to 
use slave talk. She must have really wanted a shower. I can't say I 
was surprised. After their little confession, I could now see why 
Christi and Jane had particularly wanted a shower this morning.
I touched their bare shoulders again, indicated that they should rise. 
Jane was shaking a little, but they both managed to get to their bare 
feet.
"Listen up. Okay? I know you two are feeling a little odd this 
morning. I can't blame you. I'm not going to punish you for your 
adventure. I promise. That means that we're about to go have a shower. 
But I want you two to realize that I'm not going to treat you any 
different. Okay? You are still my slaves and I expect you to perform 
the same as if last night hadn't happened between you. It also means 
that I'm not going to keep you apart or anything. I might even still 
make you have sexual contact for my enjoyment. Are you two alright 
with that?"
Christi swallowed hard. She nodded. Jane followed suit. They exchanged 
a glance, but then looked back at me.
"You two want your shower now?"
"Oh God. Please." Jane was restraining herself from just being a 
normal girl and racing upstairs to use the shower.
I smiled at them and gave them each a playful pat. They practically 
bounded out of the kitchen and raced upstairs. I sat down on the 
kitchen table and swung my legs underneath. What the hell was that all 
about? It was pretty clear that those two had gone beyond simple 
lovemaking. I was actually worried that they had somehow managed to 
displace their feelings. Being in this situation may have driven them 
into each others arms. Both physically and emotionally. They may not 
realize it themselves yet, but I was guessing that if left without 
some protective measures these two girls were going to fall in love. I 
could see it on their faces. No matter how much they protested that 
they were still straight. They didn't want to admit it. And I could 
understand that. They probably hadn't even admitted it to themselves 
yet.
What the hell did this mean? Should I just back off and let whatever 
happens, happen? That could prove to be very interesting. On the other 
hand, wasn't I in control here? Did I want this to happen? What did it 
impact? And if I chose to prevent it from happening, how did I go 
about it? Keep them apart? Keep them together? Force them into sex 
with others? I could see drawbacks to all the plans. If these two were 
going to love each other, I wasn't sure I could prevent it. I'd have 
to ponder it later. For now, it simply wasn't a problem. I wasn't sure 
it ever would be.
I lifted myself and dropped back to the floor. I knew what the girls 
felt like. I felt icky myself. I walked slowly back to the foyer. My 
head still spinning from the morning's events. The problems of being 
in control.
As I climbed the stairs, I heard female voices raised in laughter. I 
smiled. At least they were happy this morning. I stood at the door for 
a good two minutes before the girls noticed me.
Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over the hair dryer. It was actually a 
sight to see. These bare dripping women sliding around playfully 
pulling the device this way and that. Sheila was standing a safe 
distance away, on the toilet seat. Carefully watching the battle. She 
was laughing hysterically. It must have hurt her like holy hell to be 
laughing that hard, but it was nice to see her in better spirits. 
Finally, with a cry of triumph Amy pulled the hair dryer out of 
Elizabeth's wet fingers and turned it on. This appeared to end the 
battle. Sheila daintily stepped down from her perch.
"Master." She spoke as she saw me watching the fight and her.
"Hi girls. A disagreement?" Amy and Elizabeth just looked sheepish. 
"Amy. Now that you've managed to win your Waterloo, perhaps you'd like 
to use it to dry Sheila's hair?"
"Of course, Master." She moved to obey. Her face twisting, trying her 
best to keep a straight face. And failing miserably. She finally broke 
out into a grin, but managed to control the giggles. She didn't seem 
to mind helping Sheila before drying her own hair.
Elizabeth pulled a towel from the rack and began to dry herself off. 
Her face a mask of self control. I could still see the giggles in her 
eyes. But she managed to control her laughter.
I removed the bathrobe I was wearing and handed it to Amy. She held it 
in her fingers. Staring at it wistfully. Wishing that she could don 
it.
I smiled to her. "Go on. Put it on until I get out."
"You're kidding. I haven't worn anything in like a week and you are 
allowing me to wear something now? Why?" A week was an exaggeration, 
but I got the point.
"You cooked a good breakfast for all of us. I think everyone here 
appreciates it. You've been a good girl. Obedient. And you did win the 
hair dryer. This is your prize for a brave battle to the death." Her 
mouth broke out into a grin again. Scarcely believing this turn of 
events.
I heard Jane's voice from the shower enclosure. "Don't argue with him 
Amy. I'd just wear it while you can. Silly girl."
Amy handed the hair dryer to Sheila for a moment and pulled the terry 
cloth around her bare body. She closed the belt. Her nudity 
disappeared in a flash. Pure pleasure graced her face. She actually 
looked stunning in it. Her figure filled it out despite her petite 
frame and the fact it was a man's robe. She did have to roll up the 
sleeves, but even that looked charming. The robe fell to her ankles. 
The bright blue of the terrycloth almost matching the colour of her 
eyes. She twirled in it. Unable to believe I'd allowed her to do this. 
Flashes of her pale skin as she moved. I hadn't realized I was going 
to do it either. I was originally planning on just having her hang it 
up for me. I supposed that it was hung up. Just on an exceptionally 
beautiful hanger.
She danced over to me and rose up on her tiptoes. She kissed me full 
on the mouth.
"Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you," she gushed.
"Keep in mind you are just keeping it warm until I get out."
She nodded and happily pranced back to Sheila. She didn't care that 
she would only be allowed to wear it for ten minutes or so. She was 
allowed to cover herself for the first time in days. She began to blow 
dry the nude blonde again. Being exceptionally careful of the bruises. 
All smiles. One happy little girl.
I pulled the shower doors open and stepped inside the steam bath. 
Christi was leaning against the far wall of the shower enclosure, her 
eyes closed. Jane was using the soap to wash the other girl. They knew 
the rules. Unless I allowed them the rare privilege of showering 
alone, they were to wash each other thoroughly. As though they were 
washing themselves. Christi's hair was full of lather. Her blonde mane 
matted with water and shampoo. Her hands idle at her sides. Enjoying 
being washed.
Christi opened her eyes as I stepped into the shower. Her face 
flushing. Probably, still not used to showering with me, or with other 
women. Maybe just enjoying the feel of Jane's fingers a little too 
much.
The two girls advanced towards me. I expected them to be still a 
little unsure of themselves. A little reserved. Again, I misjudged the 
female of the species. Jane grabbed one arm and Christi the other. 
Between them, the two nude girls managed to maneuver me into the 
stinging spray, soaking me. Laughing, they pulled me back out from 
beneath the spray, spluttering. I allowed them to manhandle me around 
the shower enclosure. Jane practically attacked me with the soap, 
beginning on my chest and drawing it down my torso. Christi poured 
shampoo into my hair and began to wash and massage my hair and scalp. 
If you ever get the opportunity to have two women wash you in the 
shower, my advice is to take it. I relaxed under their care. I closed 
my eyes and allowed the sensations of their slippery fingers to whisk 
away all the small aches and pains of the morning. Completely 
forgetting that these two beauties kind of caused them all.
I felt Jane's fingers being a bit more intimate as she returned to 
wash my groin a second time. I felt myself reacting. Christi's fingers 
were still buried in my hair. I touched Jane's head. She was kneeling 
in the tub below me.
Mistaking the gesture, the girl moved her head forward and engulfed my 
penis in her mouth. Her tongue running up and down as I entered her. I 
gasped in pleasure. Suddenly hard as a rock. I could feel Christi's 
soapy breasts against my back. She was purposefully pressing her bare 
body against me.
Originally, I was going to stop them before this got out of hand. Not 
really wanting or expecting sex at the moment. I had plans for the 
rest of the day. Wanted a strong sex drive.
Perhaps the girls knew this. If they managed to get me first thing in 
the morning, it might reduce my sex drive enough to prevent me from 
wanting to abuse them later. Probably sound reasoning. And all of the 
girls were smart enough to figure it out. I wondered if they had 
collaborated on this somehow. A conspiracy of sex of sorts? Watergate? 
I smiled at the thought.
I resolved to make sure to upset their plans, if I wasn't being 
paranoid.
Jane's tongue swirled around me again and I completely lost my train 
of thought. Was I a complete idiot? In the shower with two gorgeous 
nude women. One on her knees in front of me? With me in her mouth? And 
I was thinking of stopping it?
I ran my fingers through her wet hair feeling her small movements 
taking me into her mouth. I glanced down. One hand was busy moving on 
my soap lubricated scrotum. I gasped as I reacted. Her other hand was 
moving between her own legs.
One of Christi's hands was pinching gently at my left nipple. Her body 
was moving slowly to the beat of the shower. She was moaning softly. 
Her mouth nibbling at my ear.
I couldn't help it. I exploded into Jane's waiting mouth. She 
frantically swallowed. Her own moans emerging around me. Even after 
I'd finished and released her head, she voluntarily remained on her 
knees. She kept me in her mouth. Her tongue still slowly circling me 
as I softened. Christi had stopped touching my nipple, and her hand 
had disappeared. Her soft cries becoming more insistent. Jane's voice 
too had become more and more desperate below.
Jane's mouth released me and she looked up at me. I could see her 
desire in her eyes. Her lips ruby red. Water streaming over her.
"Please. Master."
"Wha?" I managed to get out. The sight of this naked teenager, soaked, 
kneeling, not allowing my brain to operate.
"Hit me. Let me climax. Please?" she whispered. I could barely hear 
her over the beat of the shower and the hair dryer.
Christi whispered into my ear from behind me. "Oh God. Please. Allow a 
slave to orgasm. Oh God. Please?"
I suddenly understood. These girls weren't going to let themselves 
climax without permission. I turned and looked at Christi. Her soapy 
body writhing. Her hands busy on her own body. One deep between her 
legs, the other brushing her very erect nipples.
I leaned in to Christi. "You want to hit Jane?"
"Oh God. Yes. No. Please. I don't know. I don't think so. Please just 
let me cum. I'll do anything you want. Please."
I closed my eyes and turned around. I slapped Jane's face. She gasped 
in pain. Her head snapped back and her eyes flew open. The open handed 
slap would leave a red mark for a few minutes, but wasn't anything 
like the slap that Mayer had delivered in anger to Sheila.
"Harder," she whispered.
I leaned down to her ear. "You can orgasm as soon as I slap you 
again."
"Oh God. Please. Hurry."
I turned to Christi. "You can climax as soon as I slap her again."
"Oh God. Please don't hurt her."
"I won't. She wants it. You understand."
Christi nodded. Her hands still working furiously. Slowing down once 
in a while to prolong things. Stop her from climaxing early. She 
moaned low in her throat. Wanting to climax but afraid to without 
permission.
I turned around. Jane was still kneeling. Naked. Vulnerable. Her eyes 
frightened, but strangely at peace.
I reached forward and slapped her cheek again. Her head slowly tilted 
back and her fingers flicked her clitoris one last time. Her wet hair 
streaming down her bare back. She screamed. Startling me. Her whole 
body tensed on her knees. Her mouth opened. She climaxed hard. Her 
whole body showing her pain and pleasure.
I heard Christi's low moan. I turned just in time to see her draw in a 
last breath of air and hold it. Her whole body tensing. Her head 
falling to the side. Finally taking a last breath of air.
I felt a weight against my bare foot. I looked down to find Jane 
collapsed off her knees and quietly crying under the spray. Christi 
had somehow managed to keep her balance. Jane's fingers were pressed 
against her right cheek. It was probably stinging like a thousand bees 
had settled there to let their anger be known. I crouched down, more 
concerned for her than Christi who'd managed to stay upright.
"You alright, Janey?"
She nodded. She managed to get herself to her hands and knees, looking 
at me.
"Soap tastes awful," she remarked casually. A smile breaking over her 
face. Her cheek was red. But not seriously. "I should have rinsed you. 
Remind me next time." She opened her mouth and let water flow into it 
from the waterfall cascading over her body. She spit, grimacing. Very 
unladylike, but under the circumstances I wasn't about to punish her. 
She looked up and smiled. "Yuck."
I hadn't realized that she had given me head while I was still soapy. 
I couldn't imagine what kind of self-control that took, not to react 
but continue her task. What a way to wash your mouth out with soap. 
And she hadn't even been swearing.
I helped Jane to her feet.
"Thank-you," she whispered. I knew she meant for the slaps. I nodded 
and kissed her mouth. She returned the kiss.
I stepped under the spray again. Rinsing out the shampoo and the soap 
covering my body. I was actually surprised that the shampoo hadn't 
crept down and into my eyes. Lucky for Christi. Soap in the master's 
eyes was a punishable offense. Christi waited patiently, her own body 
still needing rinsing. If I wasn't mistaken, shampoo had crept into 
her eyes. They looked a bit bloodshot and she was wiping at her 
forehead and cheeks with her wet hands. I had no idea if Jane was done 
or not. But they hadn't really been in the shower long enough. Jane 
probably still had to wash.
I stepped out from the spray. Christi leaned down to whisper to me. 
"I. I guess I'm not a lesbian. Not really. All I could think about was 
you that time."
I smiled. "I think Jane had other things on her mind as well."
Maybe they'd be alright after all.
	

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I slipped out of the shower leaving the two girls to finish cleaning 
themselves. They were laughing and splashing each other. I just shook 
my head and stepped out.
The mood in the outside bathroom was more somber. Elizabeth was 
standing near the counter, waiting for the hair drier. Her eyes 
downcast. Amy was running her hands through her own locks. The hair 
drier humming away. Her face looked almost grim in her mirror. It 
looked like she had cleared a patch of the mirror with the hair drier, 
the steam having disappeared from the glass in a big oval. Sheila 
glanced up at me from the other side of the washroom. Her hair dry and 
loose around her shoulders. She was gingerly mopping up the last of 
the moisture from her left leg and foot with a pink towel.
I caught Sheila's eye and she quickly looked away. A look of fright 
crossing her bruised face.
"Sheila?" I raised my voice over the hair drier. I touched Amy's 
shoulder. A look of fright crossed her face and she immediately 
switched the device off lowering the ambient decibel level. The only 
sounds were the splashing of the shower and the occasional giggle from 
the shower enclosure. I could see Christi and Jane moving as 
silhouettes behind the frosted glass. A lot happier than the girls out 
here. I idly wondered if there had been a disagreement out here while 
I was being washed and pleasured.
Amy ducked her head and shrugged off the robe. She lay it down on the 
counter. She immediately picked up a towel and began to dry my body. I 
had only meant the touch to make her stop the hair drier for a moment. 
But I enjoyed the girl's initiative. Even if she was sullen.
"Sheila?" I repeated. Her frightened face looked up from drying 
herself. She swallowed heavily and dropped her towel to the floor. 
Revealing herself to me. Thinking that I wanted to see her nudity.
"I'm sorry. Whatever I did. I'm sorry. Please don't hit me."
"Sheila. Honey. You didn't do anything. I'm not going to hit you. Why 
do you think you did something?"
"I. I just don't know all your rules yet. I don't know." Her eyes 
brimmed with tears. She was shaking. I wasn't following this at all. 
They had been happy before.
Amy had managed to dry most of the moisture from my skin. I picked up 
the bathrobe and slipped it on, letting the terrycloth soak up the 
rest of the water from my skin.
"Knees. All of you."
Elizabeth scampered over to Sheila. Amy was already on her knees 
beside me. Sheila and Elizabeth sank to the floor. Confusion and 
fright still mirrored on their faces.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing Master," Sheila replied.
"If I don't find out what is the matter with you three, I am going to 
punish you all. I'm serious here."
The three girls exchanged glances. Finally Sheila spoke. I was 
surprised that she was the one to speak and not Amy or Elizabeth.
"Sir? Please. Why did you slap Jane? She was doing what you wanted. 
She didn't deserve punishment."
Now I was beginning to understand. They'd noticed what was going on in 
the shower. They thought I had punished Jane with some slaps. And they 
couldn't understand. They probably saw the silhouette of us in the 
shower. They could see Jane on her knees. See me. It didn't take a 
genius to figure out what she was doing. And the shower and hair dryer 
would have masked both Jane and Christi's voices, but probably not the 
sharp slaps. Or Jane's final scream. After what had happened to Sheila 
with Evan, I imagine that all the girls were going to be sensitive to 
face slapping for a while.
I knelt down with them on the floor. "Sheila. Honey. I slapped her but 
it wasn't a punishment." I traced my finger gently down her face 
across her bruise. She flinched but didn't back away. Problem was I 
didn't want to explain what had really taken place in there. That Jane 
had wanted it. I continued. "I didn't really hurt her. I would never 
hit anyone enough to cause this." Meaning the bruise I was tracing. 
"You know that I enjoy a bit of pain in my women. I was just 
indulging. Honest. She's used to it. I didn't hit her hard. I doubt if 
she even minded. Ask her."
Sheila's lower lip quivered as she struggled not to cry.
I spoke to her gently again. "Ask her."
"You hit her because you enjoy it. She didn't mind? And she's not 
going to be bruised?" Sheila sounded really doubtful.
"You know that I enjoy it. But I wouldn't go this far. It's not 
necessary. Ask the others. Elizabeth? Have I ever hurt you for no 
reason?"
"All the time."
"Ever seriously? Physically?"
"N-no. I don't think you've ever bruised me."
"Amy?"
"You hurt me worse when I disobeyed. But no bruises. Unless you count 
what I did to myself trying to get free of restraints. Ropes."
"Sheila. Baby. I'm not denying it. I do hurt them simply because I 
enjoy it. I know that it's unfair. But I've never hurt them so that 
they were in agony for days. Like you are."
"Are. Are you going to hurt me as well?" Sheila asked in a quavering 
voice.
I nodded. The tears finally broke free and crawled down her cheeks.
"I won't ever hurt you this much though. No matter how much you 
disobey. It won't last. I promise." She pulled in her breath and 
managed to stop crying. "Ask Jane. See if she's still hurt."
Sheila closed her eyes and rose to her bare feet. She walked over to 
the shower, knelt back down and opened the door just enough to stick 
her head through.
"Hey! Close that door. That's cold. Oh, Sheila. I'm sorry. What can I 
do for you?" It was Jane's soft voice from under the spray. I could 
see Sheila hesitate. Jane's bright demeanor telling pretty much all of 
it. But she continued anyway.
"Jane? Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, honey. What's up?" I watched Jane's silhouette as it 
crossed the frosted glass. Christi changed positions with her, 
allowing the spray to soak her again. I thought I heard Christi sigh.
I strained to hear Sheila's soft voice.
"He just hit you. Didn't he?"
"Oh honey. Yes. You saw that?" Sheila's blonde head just nodded. "Oh 
God. I didn't think you'd seen that. I'm sorry."
"Did he h-hurt you?"
"It hurt. But, honey, it's alright. I can't explain it."
"Does it still hurt?"
"No. I'm fine. He didn't really hurt me. Just for the moment. See?" 
Jane must have turned her cheek towards Sheila. "No marks." I was sure 
that Jane leaned forward and kissed Sheila's forehead. "Don't worry 
your pretty little head. I'm fine. I know what you are thinking. He 
won't hurt you until you can take it. It's not as though he doesn't 
have his choice of women to hurt. He won't hurt you yet. I promise. 
I'll offer myself if he wants to hurt you. He can't resist me." I 
smiled at this. "You alright?"
I heard Sheila's voice. A bit shaky. "I. I guess. I don't want to be 
hurt."
"Honey. I'm sorry. All I can promise is that he won't hurt you for a 
while yet. And when he does, it won't be as bad as that monster you 
were with for so long. I understand that you are afraid. I would be 
too. I. I may look brave to you. But most of the time, I'm scared to 
death. We'll make it. Alright?"
Sheila just nodded. Her bare body shaking. Probably crying softly. I 
saw Jane lean down and kiss the frightened girl again.
"You'll be fine. I promise. Now close this door before I actually do 
hurt from freezing to death." I saw Jane's wet hand ruffle Sheila's 
hair. Another gentle kiss and Sheila backed out of the shower, softly 
closing the door.
I was mistaken. She wasn't crying. Her relief was written all over her 
face.
"You see? She's fine."
Sheila nodded. "I'm sorry Master. I was just worried."
"Considering what you've been through, I understand. Sheila, honey, I 
don't hurt my girls like that. I'm not going to lie to you. I do hurt 
them. But I swear it doesn't last."
"Why do you have to hurt us? We. We don't need to be hurt. We'll do 
whatever it is you want. You must know that."
Amy spoke up. "Honey? He just likes it. And, much as I hate it, he can 
do whatever he wants with me. With us. We are his slaves now. He keeps 
us nude. He keeps us bound most of the time. He just enjoys it. Pain. 
Our pain. Is just part of it. I doubt if he can even explain it. He's 
not as brutal as your former master. I should know. Jane and I have 
been through his worst punishments. Believe me, you don't want to 
disobey." She swallowed heavily. "Sheila, darling. I tried to escape 
once. He ended up punishing me. I thought I'd gone to hell. I was in 
such pain. But the marks and the residual pain only lasted a few 
hours. Don't get me wrong. I never want to go through that again. But 
I'm fine." She spread her arms out. "See. No bruises."
Sheila nodded. Still not understanding me, but having to accept it. 
That someday, I'd hurt her.
Sheila crawled over to Amy. "Tell me?"
I rose to my feet and sat up on the counter. Elizabeth had brightened 
on hearing Jane so cheerful. She looked at me questioningly. Wondering 
if she could rise as well. I nodded and the woman climbed to her bare 
feet. Smiling she snatched the hair drier from the counter. Pleased 
with herself that she'd managed to steal it from Amy.
"Can a slave use the hair drier? Please?"
"On low." I wanted to listen to Amy. I heard the much less harsh hum 
of the drier start up as Elizabeth began to dry her hair on the lower 
setting. I watched Elizabeth drying her hair while I listened to the 
girls still kneeling on the tile. Elizabeth looked delightful with her 
arms up, exposing herself. She noticed the scrutiny and just tried to 
ignore my eyes on her. She wore one of those boys-will-be-boys looks.
Amy took a deep breath. "I'm not sure you want to hear about it 
Sheila. It might frighten you."
"I want to know what happened. I'll tell you something worse that 
happened to me if you want."
"I don't think I want to know." She took another deep breath. "Here 
goes. Stop me if you get too upset. Okay? It was only a day or so 
after I was captured. God. I remember. I couldn't stand being nude 
around him. I. I felt like an animal. Frightened. Cornered. Something 
small sparked it. Probably the cutlery thing. I hated what he'd forced 
me to do. I hated how he had taken a part of me. Taken part of my 
humanity. Molded me into his pet. I simply hated him. I didn't think 
it could get any worse. The constant humiliation of being naked. The 
pain of his games. I just wanted to die. I figured if I disobeyed him, 
tried to run that he'd either let me go because I was too much 
trouble, or he'd shoot me. Kill me. I didn't care at the time. He 
caught me in the bedroom. I was dressing myself. God it felt good to 
put on those clothes." She paused. "But it wasn't worth it. He. He 
forced me to submit to his will again. I couldn't. I wasn't strong 
enough. He gagged me. With a tongue clamp. I'd do anything to avoid 
that pain again. Oh God did that hurt. I can't even describe the 
agony. I'm not sure I can tell you the rest." She paused again. Pain 
flashing across her features as she relived the torment I'd put her 
through. "He. He tied my toes to the clamp. Through a pulley 
arrangement in the ceiling. I thought I was going to die. That my 
tongue was going to ripped out of my mouth. That he was going to wait 
until my thighs gave out and couldn't support themselves. Watching me. 
My own toes tearing my tongue from my mouth. I swore that I'd never 
talk back again. That I'd do whatever he demanded of me. I'd kill for 
him. I prayed. Even though I don't, didn't, believe in God. I didn't 
care. Praying made me feel better. Somehow. I tried to beg. I didn't 
care anymore what I looked like. I didn't have the energy to feel 
humiliated. Did whatever I had to do. I just wanted out. The pain to 
stop. Finally. My thighs were in agony. They were about to give up and 
he let me go. He let my tongue out. I remember. It felt so good. My 
mind was telling me, somewhere that it was a fallacy. That it was like 
that old joke. Why you bang your head against a brick wall? Because it 
feels good to stop? It was like that. It felt like heaven to have that 
clamp released from me. It hurt, but being freed made me feel so damn 
good." She paused her narrative again. Thinking. "He followed it up 
with a breast cropping. He cut my breasts out of my sweater, my 
favourite sweater, and cropped me. Until I screamed and begged for him 
to stop. And then to teach me, he had Christi hit me until he 
returned. And she did. Slowly. All day. God did she hit me. I was 
incoherent by the end of it. But it was alright. He made sure that I 
wasn't seriously hurt. The marks stayed for a day or so. And my tits 
hurt like hell for a few hours. But I survived." She pointed to her 
bare breasts. "Not even a welt to be seen. I'm fine now. And not 
nearly as eager to disobey, I might add. The tits I could handle. It 
hurt. But that tongue trick. Shit. Don't ever let him do that to you. 
Whatever you are fighting for, it's not worth it."
Sheila had paled. But then, incredibly, she smiled. Somehow the story 
had relieved her. I couldn't understand that. But she actually smiled.
"I can top that, you know."
"Your last session with the Judge can top that." Amy said seriously. 
"Those bruises on your body can top that. Seriously, honey. You can 
tell me later. I want to hear it, but I can't right now. I'm not sure 
I can take it. Whatever brutality that monster did to you. I. I guess 
I'm still in a bit of a fragile state right now."
Sheila just nodded in understanding. "I'll tell you when you are 
ready. I don't mind."
Amy climbed to her bare feet. Extended her hand to the bare girl still 
kneeling. "Come on. If we aren't done soon, he's going to tongue clamp 
us both." She playfully stuck her tongue out at me. Telling her story 
of pain to Sheila seemed to have lifted a weight off her shoulders. 
I'd never understand the female. Never.
Sheila rose with Amy's help. Still wincing at her aches and pains. 
They returned to the counter.
"Hey!" Amy spoke to Elizabeth using her hair drier. "Hurry up with my 
hair drier."
Elizabeth smiled and spoke, "Mine now. He let me use it."
"Come on girls. Finish up."
Elizabeth switched the drier to high, her red locks almost dried. 
Sheila and Amy began to apply their makeup and nail polish.
As Elizabeth handed the hair drier to Amy, Jane and Christi stepped 
out of the shower looking very scrubbed. Their fingers were pruned. 
They hugged themselves in the suddenly cool air. Their nipples at 
attention. They looked a bit like a pair of drowned rats. I almost 
mentioned it to them, but refrained. Not sure they'd have appreciated 
the compliment. They scrambled to the towel rack and began to dry off.
Christi walked up to Amy and gently took the hair drier from her 
fingers. Amy was never going to get her hair done. Amy began a protest 
but Christi whispered something in her ear. She paled and let Christi 
have the device.
Christi walked up to me still sitting on the counter. She was still 
damp, her hair dripping over her bare body. She began to run her 
fingers through my hair. Teasing it. She directed the warm air onto my 
head and styled my hair.
"What did you say to her?"
"Just that you still had wet hair. That's all."
"I see." My hair was much shorter than the girls. It was mostly dry 
anyway. She was finished in a matter of moments. I turned to look in 
the mirror. She hadn't given me a mohawk style or anything. She'd done 
a damn good job.
Christi returned the hair drier to Amy. Amy looked in my direction as 
I slipped off the counter. "I'm so sorry. I. I just forgot. I should 
have dried your hair first."
I stepped over to the bare girl. "It's alright. I didn't mind. I liked 
watching you dry your hair. Quite erotic actually." Amy flushed and I 
kissed her head. "Relax. I'm not going to punish you. Yet."
"I'm still sorry."
I turned on my heel and simply walked out of the bathroom. I heard the 
hair drier switched back on. I wandered back to the main bedroom and 
slipped back into my clothes. I lay down on the bed, faintly smelling 
Elizabeth and Sheila in the sheets. I waited for the girls to finish.
	

Chapter 87

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I relaxed into the pillows and closed my eyes. Within minutes I heard 
the patter of feet enter the room. Whoever it was saw me lying back on 
the bed with my eyes closed and caught her breath.
I opened my eyes. Sheila stood just inside the doorway. Looking 
decidedly nervous. She began to sink to her knees. When she was 
settled, she spoke softly.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I. I wasn't even sure I was 
supposed to come in."
"It's alright, Sheila. I wasn't asleep or anything."
She nodded and looked down at the carpet upon which she was kneeling.
Her soft voice spoke again. "What are you going to do with us?"
"Do?"
"Today. I'm just curious. You don't have to tell me if you don't want 
to."
"First, we finish up with your former boss."
"Oh. Am I going to be involved?"
"Probably. You know him best."
"Then?"
"I don't know. Maybe some shopping."
"Shopping? Forgive me, but you don't seem like the shopping type."
"I'm not. But we need some stuff. Besides, shopping is more fun with 
nude females along, don't you think?"
"Oh." She was probably sorry she'd asked.
Elizabeth wandered into the room next. Still sporting some goosebumps. 
Seeing Sheila kneeling, she also sank to her knees.
Before she had dropped, I noticed that she had rouged her nipples 
again. She saw my gaze. From her knees, she spread her arms wide and 
smiled.
"Before you ask. Yes. I did it again. You didn't have much time to 
notice them yesterday. I tried to convince the others to try it, but 
that was less than successful. I guess if you like it, you'll have to 
tell them."
I grinned. One adventurous girl was enough for me. At least at this 
time.
As she finished speaking, the other three wandered in. Their bare feet 
softly scuffing at the rug. They quietly filed in and knelt down. I 
just gazed at them. Not quite believing the sight. Normally, the women 
just wore their hair loose around their shoulders. I liked it that way 
and it was easier for them. Not normally having the freedom to keep 
their hair in any style.
Christi's blonde hair was pinned up. Her make up perfect. Amy had her 
hair loose as usual. Jane had put her brunette hair into a long 
ponytail pulling it back from her face. Christi and Jane looked like 
completely different women with their hair styled. Even these 
relatively simple styles.
"Wow." I remarked.
Jane and Christi flushed. Jane spoke. "We can't take the credit. It 
was Elizabeth's idea. I hope you don't mind." She smiled. Pleased that 
I'd noticed the effort.
I slowly shook my head. I didn't mind. Christi and Jane looked so ... 
different.
All the women looked revitalized. All of them, hair done or not, 
shone. I loved the sight of them even more after a shower. They looked 
so clean. So fresh. So female. They were more relaxed.
They all knelt easily. Sitting back on their heels. Hands resting 
casually on their knees. Breasts slightly thrust forward.
I leaned back. "Alright girls. This is the plan for today. Elizabeth 
and Amy. You get free time for a while." The two girls smiled. Looking 
forward to the time alone. "Christi, Jane and Sheila are going to keep 
me company with our host." Sheila paled, and Christi and Jane 
exchanged another glance.
"After that. We are going shopping. I haven't decided who, but two of 
you will be bound until I return. Alright?"
The girls didn't look too happy about the bondage part, but they all 
nodded.
I spoke to Elizabeth and Amy. "Go on. Enjoy your free time."
"You aren't going to handcuff us?"
"Do you want to be handcuffed?"
They shook their heads in unison, afraid to say anything further. And 
without another word, the girls jumped to their bare feet and 
scampered out of the bedroom. I could hear them thundering down the 
stairs through the open door.
I looked at the remaining girls. "We are just going to finish him off. 
Shouldn't take too long. Anyone want to stay? I can tie you to the bed 
instead." I was concerned about Sheila. I was pretty sure that I could 
trust Christi and Jane to keep their self control.
Sheila nodded. "I can do it. I want to do it." Despite her words she 
didn't seem very sure of herself.
"Good. On your feet." The girls scrambled to their feet. Together, we 
reached the room with Mayer and unlocked it. "Last chance to be in a 
bed, instead."
The girls didn't say anything. I walked in. The girls in tow.
Evan stirred. Moaned. He was still in rough shape.
"God. Please let me out of this."
I took my seat. I glanced over the floor by the sofa. Knowing what 
happened there. Feeling almost aroused. I thought I saw Christi and 
Jane glance over as well.
"Mayer. It will be over soon. I promise."
He just looked at me dully. I motioned the girls over beside my chair. 
They all filed past him, without looking at him, and knelt around the 
chair. Christi had knelt in front of the recliner and she leaned back 
easily against my legs. Even through his pain and humiliation, Mayer 
managed to eye the women. Almost disgusted, I saw him react. I thought 
I heard Christi stifle a smirk.
"Mayer? You said you killed seven women last night."
"God. I need water. I'll tell you after you give me water." His voice 
was hoarse. Probably from screaming last night.
Jane rose up on her knees. Pulling me down to her lips. She hissed at 
me. "You can give him water if you want. But last night I asked him. 
He was more than willing to tell me about it. He strangled them. 
Sometimes made the new slave kill the former one. I doubt if that 
happened to Sheila though. He wouldn't tell me. I can't imagine her 
sane if that had happened to her. Buried them in a field near his 
winter getaway."
I looked at Christi. "Go get him a glass of water. Okay?"
She tilted her head back and looked up at me upside down. Not really 
wanting to get it for him, but she obeyed. She rose to her bare feet 
and padded out into the hallway. I watched his battered face as he 
moaned quietly. But I could still see defiance burning somewhere 
behind his eyes. The looks he was giving the naked women weren't just 
of desire, but also of sadistic fantasy. He was breaking their bones 
behind those eyes. I shuddered that he could go through such abuse 
from these women and still not be broken. I doubted if the women even 
realized of what this man was capable.
I whispered to Jane. "What the hell did you do to him?"
"We played." She flashed me an evil smile. It looked like she'd taken 
a cane or a whip to his entire front. Including his face. I cringed at 
the welts in his groin area. I had to remind myself that he'd done as 
bad or worse to Sheila in the past. For her part Sheila was gazing at 
the damage to his body. Probably picturing herself in similar 
conditions. She was far more delicate. I would imagine that the damage 
to her would have been worse, in general. Hell the bruises alone could 
be considered worse. If I let the bastard down now, he'd be sore as 
hell for a few days, but not suffering for a week or more like Sheila 
would be.
Christi returned with a tall glass of water. She knelt with it 
carefully, falling back easily into her kneeling position. I bent to 
her ear. "Give him the water. But pour it over his head. Make him beg 
for it first."
She closed her eyes. She wasn't as angry at the man this morning. 
She'd had her way with him last night. Letting her anger go. She 
looked like she was about to say something. Perhaps a small protest. 
But she rose to her feet and approached him. For a change his eyes 
were glued to the glass of water in her hands, and not her bare chest.
"Evan? You remember last night?"
He nodded.
"You want the water?"
"I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just don't hit me anymore. 
Please."
"The water?"
"What do you want to know?"
I spoke softly from the chair. "You killed seven women over the last 
few years. I need their names. And where they are now."
"A sip?"
I nodded. Christi raised the glass to his parched lips. He tried to 
drink, but she maintained control of the glass and only allowed him to 
wet his lips. Just a taste.
"Okay. I can't remember all their names. But other than the bitch over 
there they were all tried by me. Over the last twenty years. I 
remember a few. Doreen Stills. Hannah Waters. Gladys Lifkin. I 
remember them. Hannah was fun. She wasn't a hooker. She was a house 
wife. In for something stupid like indecent exposure or marijuana 
possession. Maybe both. For a while I used to play with her at her 
home while her kids were in school. I buried them at night up by my 
winter retreat. Clearwater."
I committed the names to memory. I'd need them after all this was 
over.
"Christi. Give him the rest of the water."
Christi stood on her tiptoes and reached above his head. She slowly 
turned the glass over his head, soaking him.
He spluttered and coughed as the water ran over his face. "What the 
fuck did you do that for, bitch? I told you what you fucking wanted to 
know."
I sat back. I had everything I needed from him. Christi realized that 
I'd just released them to torment him again.
"He told me to, asshole. *I* wanted to let you drink it. Are we back 
to, calling women, bitches?"
"Fuck you." But there was real fear in his eyes. "I saw you last 
night. I know what you did with that other bitch. You fucking weird 
dyke. You prefer that over 'bitch'? Dyke. Or lesbo? Cunt sucker? Give 
me a second with you and I'll show you why men are better." I 
seriously doubted that his kind of love would convince any girl of 
that. He turned to me. "You know that your cunts are dykes? Fucking 
weird dykes too."
I saw Christi flush, but she wasn't about to let him get under his 
skin. Jane had gone ashen at the words. Probably thanking the lord 
that I already knew about what they'd done last night. That they were 
safe from punishment for their small tryst. If I'd found out this way, 
I doubt if I'd been as lenient. Sheila didn't even seem to notice. 
Probably thought that the guy was just blowing off steam, trying to 
rattle the girls. Maybe not surprised that Jane and Christi were 
lovers. Maybe thinking that I had ordered them to have sex while we 
were asleep. Didn't matter to her.
Christi backed off suddenly, tactfully ignoring his tirade. She 
pointed to a device on the desk. A black box with switches, a dial and 
wire running from it. "What is that? I found it in your closet last 
night. Couldn't figure out how to use it."
He shook his head.
"I can make you tell me." Christi reached forward to grip his balls 
again. Sheila stopped her.
"Christi. Wait. I know what it is. And he'll never tell you." I 
watched a bit of irritation crossed Christi's face. She wanted to at 
least try and make him tell her. His outburst, trying to get her 
punished would have succeeded if she hadn't been fortunate enough to 
tell me in advance. Her anger was returning by leaps and bounds as he 
verbally degraded his tormentors. Sheila continued from the floor. 
"It's electronic. It's a pain inducer."
"A what?"
Sheila had paled. "It's an electronic pain inducer. I don't know how 
it works."
Fascinated, I got up and walked over to the desk. I picked up the toy. 
I knew what it was. I turned over the black box in my hands. It looked 
like some sort of home made job. It had five black wires protruding 
from it. Two with alligator clips. Two that ended in connectors. And 
one standard wall plug. A dial with numbers inscribed from one to ten, 
a switch, and a LED.
"Oh God," Sheila continued. She took a deep breath. "He only used it 
on me once. I don't remember why. Not that he had to have a reason or 
anything. I. He. The clips went on my nipples. I remember they hurt 
even before he turned it on; they drew blood. I still have the marks. 
He slipped these smooth metal dildos into me. My. My cunt and my ass. 
And he plugged the thing in. That's all I remember. And the pain. From 
deep inside me. It pulsed. And he said he'd turn it up to three. And 
he left me there to suffer as he watched. God, how I screamed. God. 
I've never felt anything quite like it. The agony is. Indescribable. 
It comes from so deep inside you. You don't know whether to pay 
attention to the shocks from your bowels, or your cunt or your 
nipples. Or all of them. Or none of them. I. I think I passed out. 
When I revived. He. He was there. The dildos weren't in me anymore. 
But the clips were still on my nipples. I remember him inside me. 
Grinning. And turning it on again. Fucking me as I screamed and 
writhed. I thought my tits were going to explode or something. The 
agony was indescribable. He pulsed the thing. Letting me rest from 
time to time. Keeping me awake. Ignoring me. My begging. I don't 
remember him taking them off me. I only remember waking up the next 
day in my own bed, screaming. I hurt for days after that. Thank god he 
only used it on me once."
I heard a deep growl from deep in his throat. "I never used it again 
because I was afraid of killing you too soon, you fucking bitch. But 
you looked so fucking beautiful hanging there screaming your guts out. 
If I ever get out of this, I am going to use it again on you. After I 
break your fucking fingers. Make you crawl around like that for a 
while. See how long you can take it on ten before it kills you."
Sheila paled, but held his eyes. Despite her ongoing pain and bruises, 
maybe even a cracked rib, she looked like she was in a hell of a lot 
better shape than he was. And despite the bruises looked ten times 
more beautiful. A hundred times.
Christi padded over to me. "What say we find those dildos? Huh? Though 
we probably only need one for him."
I shrugged. Christi padded away to the closet. I continued to turn 
over the device in my hands, studying it. Moments later Christi 
returned with two silver phalluses. Complete with short wires and 
matching male electrical connectors. Evan's eyes widened at this. 
Knowing that he was about to feel the pain that he'd subjected at 
least Sheila to, if not all his slaves. For all I knew, he'd even 
killed some of them with this little gem. I wouldn't imagine it would 
take too much electricity across the chest to interrupt the heart. I 
could almost picture it happening with the nipple electrodes.
Jane rose and walked over. "Maybe you should let Sheila have the 
honours."
"If she wants them."
Sheila had gingerly walked over as well. She nodded and held out her 
hand. I gently placed one of the metal dildos in her outstretched 
palm. Grasping the instrument of her own torture. She closed her eyes 
and swayed a bit. Probably remembering her own torment with this very 
phallus. When she opened her eyes, she had that look of hate 
smoldering behind her baby blue eyes again. She picked up one of the 
dildos and walked back over to him. He looked at her dully.
"Remember this?"
He swallowed. "You don't scare me, cunt."
She closed her eyes. I couldn't believe that this guy had the strength 
to be insulting them.
She silently walked around him and stood behind. He craned his neck to 
try and watch her. "I wouldn't do that cunt. You are only making it 
worse on yourself."
"I wouldn't do that cunt. You are only making it worse on yourself," 
she mimicked him cruelly in her higher voice. "Evan. I've had this 
used on me before. It hurt. But I survived. The question is, will 
you?" She continued in a very calm voice. "I want you to apologize to 
me. For doing this to me the first time. I did nothing to deserve it. 
And I want you to apologize for calling me a cunt. Either call me 
Sheila, or Mistress. Got it?" She got a worried look on her face and 
looked in my direction. Wondering if she'd overstepped her bounds.
I smiled at her and shrugged. I didn't mind if she could make him call 
her Mistress. Kind of liked the touch actually.
"Let's get this straight right now. I loved watching you writhe when I 
tortured you. I'm not apologizing. You can torture me until death and 
I won't. And I'm not calling a cunt like you Sheila or any other name. 
Cunt. That's all you are." Brave, brave words. I was reasonably sure 
that he was going to regret them.
She was still calm. I watched as she lowered the metal invader towards 
his ass. "Don't say I didn't warn you." With one brutal motion she 
rammed the dildo into him. Even I cringed. His head fell back and he 
howled. She mercilessly kept her hand on it. Forcing it into him as he 
bucked and pulled on his restraints. Desperately trying to get the 
thing out of his ass.
She whispered to him after he calmed down. "That's how I felt when you 
did it to me. Only I have two holes to do it to, don't I? If you'd 
apologized I would have had the kindness of using some lubricant. And 
I would have set it on three, instead of five."
"Oh God. It burns. It hurts. Take it out. Please."
"Those words sound familiar. Did you listen to them when they came out 
of my mouth?"
"No. M-mistress. I. I'm sorry. Oh God. Please. Take it out."
The pain must have been intense for this turn around.
Jane walked over to Sheila carrying the black box and some duct tape. 
Sheila smiled at Jane, who didn't return the smile. This was far more 
brutal than anything they had done to him last night. I suspect that 
Jane wasn't quite as into this as she was earlier. The displays of 
outright pain a bit much for her. I debated letting her out. She was a 
pretty sensitive girl and she had expended her anger last night. 
Instead of an insolent, obnoxious jackass, the pathetic creature in 
front of us was merely in pain. Exhausted and nearly out of resources.
I spoke to Jane as she returned, "Hey? You alright? You want to leave? 
I'll let you. I'll understand. You can join Amy and Elizabeth 
downstairs if you like. I won't force you to be bound on the bed."
"God. That sounds nice. But. No. I'll stay here. I. I just feel like I 
should see this. Understand Sheila."
Jane hadn't gone through what Sheila had. Sheila deserved this. I was 
determined to let her go through with it. Christi just watched. 
Vaguely turned on by the whole drama, despite its brutality. I tried 
my best to simply distance myself from it. But I thought it was just 
about time to end Evan's agony. I'd let Sheila finish this, but that 
was it.
Sheila had taped the invasion into Evan's ass so he was unable to 
expel it. She knelt and carefully connected up the device. Instead of 
placing the alligator clips on his nipples, she attached them to his 
scrotum. She left the second dildo connection free having nowhere to 
place the second metal probe on a male.
She knelt in front of him. Looking into his face.
"Evan? Can you hear me?"
He nodded. Tears of pain streaming down his face.
"Good. How long did you subject me to this thing?"
"I. I don't remember."
"Well I sure don't either. But it seemed like forever. When I was 
conscious."
"Please. Mercy."
She reached forward with her small hand. She ran her fingers along the 
length of his penis. Despite his discomfort and outright pain, he 
reacted and began to stiffen. Jane and Christi just watched in 
fascination.
"Remember this touch Evan, darling? Remember forcing me to do this to 
you? Tease you for hours before you raped me, again? I might point out 
that this time, I'm doing it by choice. Not using my mouth, if you'll 
notice. I'm not going to use my mouth unless I'm ordered to. And I 
don't think I will be. And remember that cunt that you are so fond of 
reminding me that I have? Yeah? You aren't going to be raping it 
either. What do you think of that?" She wore a look of disgust on her 
face. I was surprised that she had brought herself to do this at all. 
Touch him. Even with her fingers. But she knew that it would 
ultimately increase his discomfort. The female of the species is far 
more dangerous than the male.
Evan had closed his eyes. Concentrating on the light touches that her 
fingers were imparting to him. He rocked his hips forward, trying to 
increase her stimulation. He was raging hard. The only pleasure that 
he'd had in the better part of the day. The rest being pure pain. Of 
course, he reacted.
"Evan? Dear? Remember teasing me? Whipping me? Then giving me some 
pleasure? Using your fingers? Your tongue? Gently on me? Whether I 
wanted your attention or not?" Her words were making me hard. His 
erection seemed to be getting more and more solid, if that was 
possible. "Teasing me? Using vibrators? Remember how I reacted to it? 
Any kindness? I moaned? I begged? But did you ever let me climax? Ever 
let me have any kind of release? Any pleasure? No matter how small? It 
was fun to deny me? Wasn't it?"
"I let you climax, bitch." He'd opened his eyes again.
"You made me masturbate for your friends while they all catcalled. And 
if you hadn't tied my hands at night, sometimes I could masturbate 
myself in private. Yeah. A great sex life I had."
"You orgasmed other times. You can't lay this one me."
"To stop the pain. You were whipping me between my legs. I couldn't 
help it. My body just did it to feel better. To stop that horrible 
pain even for a few seconds. But it was only for a second. Wasn't it? 
You saw the climax. And you thought that you could make me do it 
again. The same way. Thinking I liked it. Despite all my pleading. 
Didn't I pass out from the pain that time?"
Her fingers still idly touching him. He was moaning.
"Please don't do this to me."
"I know those words. Written and performed originally by Sheila. Queen 
of the Slaves. You want to apologize? Or shall I flick this button?"
"Oh God. What do you want?"
"I just want you to be sorry for what you did to me. What you put me 
through. And degrading women in general. For the last fucking time. 
I'm not a cunt."
"I. I can't do it."
"Evan? Do you have any concept how much this thing hurts?"
"I watched you in it."
"Not the same as experiencing it. I'm planning on sitting here and 
watching you experience it first hand. But I won't feel a fucking 
thing."
"Oh God. I. I apologize. I swear it. I'm sorry. Anything you want to 
hear. Just don't turn it on. Please."
Sheila lay back on the carpet and arched herself. His eyes never left 
her bare bruised body. She finally sat back up.
"Let's compromise then. I'll only leave it on five for a few minutes. 
Then you can experience what three is like."
"No. Please. Have some compassion."
Her fingers set the dial. I couldn't see it from my vantage point, but 
I assumed that it was set at five. Her pretty finger with the peach 
nail polish rested idly on the switch. The box balanced easily on her 
outstretched thigh. That one slim digit controlling his world. His 
pain.
"I lost my compassion for you when you never. Ever. Fucking. Listened 
to me. Even when I was screaming in pain." Her face was an unemotional 
mask as she flipped the switch. The red LED flickered to life and the 
reaction was instantaneous.
His whole body tensed. His face a mask of agony. His mouth opened as I 
looked away. As far as I knew all the girls managed to watch.
"You fucking BIIIIIIITTTTTCHCHCHCHCHCH!" he screamed into the uncaring 
room.
She let him dance for a full ten seconds before she switched it off. 
Not the few minutes that she'd threatened. I'm sure that a full three 
minutes in that agony would have nearly killed the man. Though even 
the ten seconds probably felt like an eternity to the bound monster. I 
turned back as he slumped in the bonds. Breathing hard. Straining 
desperately against his ropes. Still breathing hard, he managed to 
gasp out one word. It would be his last for a while.
"Cunt."
Sheila's fingers moved slowly to the dial and turned it 
counter-clockwise. I presume to the three level. Her eyes still locked 
with his. Her voice was calm.
"Evan? You don't have the right to call me that anymore."
She casually flicked the switch on the box on the floor. His body went 
rigid again. His mouth opening in a soundless scream, finally falling 
through the octaves until he sounded a high pitched squeal. Sounding 
like the tortured woman again. His body convulsing with the shocks.
Sheila struggled to her feet and walked over to the group of us. 
Leaving the device on and Evan screaming. Her eyes were closed as she 
approached. Silent tears falling from her eyes. I had thought that she 
was cold. Her words. Her actions. But she was driven by hate. And that 
hate had been extended beyond her capacity to handle it. She was 
unable to even look at the man she'd brutalized. She practically fell 
into Christi's arms, sobbing into her bare breasts. Christi held the 
woman. Rocking her. Whispering to her.
Suddenly the keening scream was cut off as Evan passed out. The 
electronic toy still causing his body to involuntarily twitch. The 
room lapsed into silence only broken by Sheila's quiet sobbing.
	

Chapter 88

© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon - All Rights Reserved

I nodded to Jane. She took a deep breath and walked over to Evan. She 
knelt down and flipped off the switch. His body slowly stopped its 
involuntary twitches. With a look of distaste on her pretty features, 
she reached forward and gingerly removed the duct tape and withdrew 
the metal phallus from his body. He was completely unconscious. No 
reaction as the instrument of torment was removed. Jane unclipped the 
nipple clamps attached to his scrotum. A few small drops of blood 
accompanied the torments. Fell onto her small hands. She shuddered.
Still on her knees, she unplugged the unit. She looked up at me.
"He's still alive," she whispered. I knew that, I could see his 
shallow breathing. But I nodded. Jane was fighting back tears. She 
looked sick.
She shakily rose to her feet, handing me the black box as she 
approached. I gently pressed her fingers back around the box and the 
metal phallus.
I whispered to her. "Take these to the washroom and sterilize them. 
Really hot water. Okay?"
She nodded. Still a bit stunned. I hoped that getting her out of the 
room would revive her spirit. Make her feel a little better. She 
looked very pale. Problem was, I kind of needed her to get this lunk 
out to the backyard.
We walked to the door together and I unlocked it. I left it open for 
her return.
"Sheila?" she asked softly as she stepped out into the hall.
"She'll be alright. Christi is taking care of her."
"Get her out too." Jane was clever enough, even in this state to 
realize why I was sending her to sterilize the electronic device. A 
break from the horror. Give her mind time to recover without the sight 
of the tormented man hanging in front of her.
I nodded. I fully intended to get the shaken girl out of the room.
I walked over to where Sheila was crying in Christi's arms. I touched 
her shoulder but she didn't turn. Christi looked at me, unsure what to 
do.
"I'm getting her out of here. If he wakes up. Ignore him. Don't let 
him bait you. Whatever he says. Alright?" Christi seemed to be holding 
up the best out of all the women.
Christi just nodded. She helped to lift the sobbing girl out of her 
arm. Together we gently pried Sheila's arms from around Christi's neck 
and turned her bare body towards me. She almost fell against me, her 
legs not wanting to support her weight any longer. Her arms reached 
up, encircling my neck. Supporting herself. I bent and placed my left 
arm beneath her knees. Lifting her into my arms. She just allowed me 
to carry her, pressing her face into my shoulder. Sobbing. Unable to 
stop. This was getting to be a habit. Carrying this sobbing girl from 
the room.
I glanced back at Christi and she just nodded. Sinking back to her 
knees. Watching Evan.
I stepped out into the hallway. I could faintly hear the water running 
in the sink in the bathroom as Jane washed the implements as she'd 
been ordered. I carried Sheila to the bedroom and lowered her body to 
the bed. She gave me a quick squeeze and then fell back to the bed. 
Her head turned to the side. Curling herself into a ball. Still 
sobbing.
I sat back in the chair and just watched at her. She continued crying, 
though it was softer than in the business room. I waited patiently for 
her to cry herself out.
Jane stuck her head into the bedroom.
"Sir?" I turned to Jane. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"You aren't. What is it?"
"Is. Is she alright?"
"She hasn't stopped crying yet. I'll let you know."
"Sir? Do I. Have to go back in there?"
"I'm sorry Jane. I'm going to need your help to move him. Unless he 
wakes up."
The bare girl nodded and slipped back out. I could hear her faintly 
moving back towards the room and Mayer. She was a strong one. She'd 
manage to keep her self-control. The break to wash the torture items 
would help.
Sheila had managed to slow her crying to the point that she just had 
tears slowly tracking down her face.
"You okay?" I asked her.
She nodded. Miserably.
"Sheila. What happened in there?"
"I. I really don't know. I'm frightened."
I felt like holding her, but I wasn't sure that she'd welcome it. I 
stayed in the chair.
"You were pretty rough on him."
"I know. I know. I. I hate myself. I can't believe that I did that to 
him."
"He deserved it sweetheart. He really did."
"It was as though I wasn't in control. I couldn't get the images out 
of my head. Of me. Of what he'd done to me. What he's going to do to 
me when I return." She swallowed. "I just hate him so much. I. I 
wanted to kill him. I'm not that kind of person. I. I have never hated 
anyone in my entire life. But. I. Just. Wanted. To. Hurt. Him. Worse 
than he hurt me. And that scares me. What have I become? I don't want 
to be like him."
"Sweetheart. Torture does that to a person. You'll be alright. You're 
strong. You are so not like him, it isn't even funny."
I wasn't sure that she'd be alright at all. I couldn't imagine what 
this woman was going to go through for the rest of her life. But the 
words seemed to make her feel a little better.
"You aren't mad at me? For falling apart in there?"
"Sheila. Honey. I honestly didn't think you'd go as far as you did. I 
was proud of you. For lasting as long as you did. If you hadn't fallen 
apart I would have been worried."
"I was trying to please you as well. I have to live with you for a 
while, after all."
"Yeah. He deserved it."
"He did. I know he did. I just wish that I was capable of hurting him 
a tenth of what he did to me. Before I break down and cry like a 
child."
"I'm not sure it would make you feel any better anymore. Hurting him."
"I know," she whispered quietly.
"Sheila. I have to go back there and deal with him."
"I know. Please don't make me go back in there. I'll do anything else 
you want."
"I wasn't going to let you back in, even if you begged me on your 
knees." She looked relieved. "Honey? I'm just going to tie you to this 
comfortable bed for a while. Until I fix him so he's out of our lives. 
Okay?"
Tears sprang into her eyes at the mention of tying her up.
"Okay. I suppose I don't mind. As long as I don't have to go in there. 
But you know you don't have to tie me up. I'll stay wherever you put 
me. I promise. You could lock me in a room or something. I hate being 
bound."
"I know, honey."
She closed her eyes. "But you like us bound up. Even if you're not 
around."
I smiled ruefully. She had to start getting used to this. "I'm sorry." 
And I still wasn't quite comfortable with her running around free 
without my supervision. Especially in this state. Hating masters and 
all. I really didn't know her yet.
"How do you want me? Spread-eagled?" She rolled and spread herself 
out, no shame in revealing herself. Bruises and all.
I picked up some soft rope and gently wound it around her outstretched 
wrists. I pulled them back to the bedposts individually and secured 
them. Not tight.
I touched her bare legs, indicating that she should close them. A 
surprised look crossed her face but she slid her ankles together. 
Expecting, if anything, I'd want her legs spread. I looped another 
length of rope around her slender ankles and lashed them together. I 
watched as she tested her bonds. Squirming a little trying to settle 
in a little more comfortably. Content that she wasn't wildly 
uncomfortable, even with the ropes holding her down.
She actually managed a smile. "This is actually a lot more comfortable 
than I'm used to. Thank you."
I kissed her bound wrist and rose to my feet. "I'll be back in a 
little while to release you. Okay?"
She nodded and I walked back to the room with Jane, Christi and Mayer.
Jane and Christi were kneeling quietly together by the sofa. About 
where they'd made love the night before, or so I judged.
Their eyes flicked over to me as I walked in but then returned to 
Mayer. He was unaware of my presence. But he was awake. Turned away 
from me. I leaned back against the doorjamb to watch.
"Please, ladies? I'll free you from him if you let me down. Can't you 
see that?"
Christi spoke softly. As though I wasn't even there. "You'll free us? 
You promise?"
"Please. Honest injun. Those things she said. Sheila. They just aren't 
true. We had some fun. She. She liked the stuff we did. It was all 
consentual. I swear it. She was into pain. And I liked to give some to 
her. But I swear. I didn't put those bruises on her. She's just trying 
to get in good with that ... master of yours."
"She fell down a flight of steps, right?"
"Yeah. Something like that. Listen. Between the three of us. If I'm 
free, we can handle him. How's he going to stop all three of us?"
"You don't know him very well. Do you?"
"We have to try. You like being his slave?"
"It's better than having our fingers and toes broken."
"Oh God. I'll let you free. I swear it. I didn't mean that."
"You wouldn't, say, kick us for bringing you the wrong drinks? Hang us 
upside down and use that electronic device on us before you let us go? 
You wouldn't whip our pussies until we passed out? Just a little fun 
before you freed us? Once he's out of the way?"
"Oh God. You believe her. That fucking little bitch. Fell down the 
stairs and I'm the fucking bad guy. Shit. You fucking little cunts. 
You can't even see what is good for you. That I'm your only fucking 
chance to get out of this."
"Seems to me that you are offering us a chance to experience your 
brand of slavery. I believe her. And I think I'm better off with my 
current master. Thank you very much for the thoughts though."
"Jesus Christ! I don't fucking believe you. Both of you. You're just 
as stupid as that other cunt. You have to let me go."
"Let me get this straight." Christi looked like she was actually 
having fun with this. "We let you go. Right? And then our guy comes 
in. What? We all jump him? Then what?"
"We put the asshole up here, where I am. Torture him until he agrees 
to send us back. Maybe kill him if we have to. We all get what we 
want."
"You certainly know about killing. Don't you? But ignoring that for a 
moment. Let's just assume for a second that this worked. That we 
managed to overpower him before he froze us all. Let's even assume 
that he lets us string him up. Let's even assume that we can torture 
him until he sends us back. What if I don't want to go back?"
"You don't want to go back? You like being a sex slave? A cunt?"
"You don't have the right to call me a cunt, whore or a bitch. Only my 
master does. You really want another taste of the whip? And besides 
which. What's stopping you from having us help you overpower him and 
then take advantage of the situation. You are bigger than us. Right? 
So what? We help you restrain him. Maybe even have us help you torture 
him. Then you grab us. Not much we can do about it. Huh? And then 
what? Next thing we know you are taking out your pain on us? Us 
hanging naked like you are now? Legs spread? Screaming? You telling me 
that you don't want to get even with us too? Even if we didn't have a 
choice in hurting you? I've seen your eyes. They have that look in 
them now. Like you just want to hurt us unbearably and then fuck us."
"You want to be his slave? For the rest of your pathetic life?"
Christi thought about it. She took a breath. "It's not for the rest of 
my life. Unlike you, I believe him. He'll let us all go. Eventually. 
And not into a six foot deep hole in the ground. I'll survive. Despite 
what you might think, he isn't anything like you. Besides which. I 
don't have a choice."
"You have a choice. Let me help you."
"And if you fail?"
"I won't."
"I've seen what he's capable of. Jesus Christ, man. He's a hell of a 
lot more imaginative than you. He doesn't leave us in agony for days, 
but believe me. If you'd ever been through one of his punishments, you 
don't want to go through another. No matter if you're not bruised, and 
you don't have broken bones. Believe me. It hurts enough. And if I 
helped you. And failed. As I know it would fail. It would make your 
punishments so far look like heaven."
Evan just hung his head. Sheila wasn't here. These girls were far too 
smart for his pathetic attempts at winning them over to his side. He 
was completely defeated.
"You stupid fucking bitch. I am going to enjoy you, you know. I am 
going to break every fucking one of your fingers and maybe a rib or 
two for good measure. And I will string you up here. Maybe by your 
broken thumbs. Let you have a good scream before I fuck the living 
shit out of you."
Christi just remained on her bare knees. Her face impassive. Just as 
I'd ordered her. Jane was a little pale, but I was sure that I could 
see a flash of anger. But she too just knelt there quietly. Both girls 
knew that even if the asshole got free that I'd intervene before he 
had a chance to lay a finger on their bodies. But still, the brutality 
of this man must have shaken them. It even shook me, and I was capable 
of some pretty brutal stuff myself.
I walked silently up behind him. I whispered into his ear.
"Two things." He gasped and tried to spin to face me. "One. I have 
half a mind to personally break all your fingers for that. You should 
know better than to try and convince the girls to turn against me. 
They know better than that. You should too. They aren't as stupid as 
you, you know. Much as you might like to think so. Underneath those 
kneeling beauties is a person. And believe me, they ain't dumb. And 
number two. I don't recall giving you or anyone else permission to 
degrade them. If anyone is going to do that it's me. Got it? They are 
to be addressed as Christi and Jane. Lady if you prefer. Or better 
yet, Lady Christi and Lady Jane. Mistress would suffice, if you can't 
handle that. But under absolutely no circumstances will they be 
addressed as bitch, whore, cunt or any of your other very lovely 
names. Otherwise I might just have this uncontrollable urge to start 
breaking bones. Do we have an understanding? Mr. Mayer? Care to 
apologize to my lovely girls?"
He had turned pale. But his mouth returned to a grim line and he 
refused to say anything.
"You are a glutton for punishment. Aren't you? My God. I would have 
thought that you'd be tired of pain, by now." I casually reached up 
and grasped the index finger of his left hand. He struggled with the 
grip, but being bound wasn't about to break my hold.
Jane whispered to him. "I don't know why I'm helping him. I swear I 
don't." She raised her voice. "He'll do it you know. Same as you would 
have to us if you'd gotten the chance. He will break your finger. And 
keep breaking them until you do what he wants. I really would do what 
he says unless you particularly want to be in agony for the rest of 
your stay. Please." She whispered.
I felt his finger tense and he tried to pull it away.
"Last chance. The human finger is remarkably easy to break if you 
simply bend it backwards enough. You might even be able to resist it 
for a while. If you are strong enough. But believe me. I'll win."
He took a deep breath. "L-ladies? Oh God. I apologize."
"For what?" I asked him.
"For. For calling them. Degrading names."
"Degrading names? Like what?"
"Don't make me do this."
"Let me get this straight. You don't want to apologize to such 
beautiful women? Aren't they beautiful today? After their showers? And 
their make up? Perfect? Aren't they just radiant kneeling over there?"
"I. I don't know what the right answer is. Please."
I twisted the finger. He gasped at the increase in pressure on his 
trapped hand.
"Yes. Yes. They are beautiful."
"And what are we going to do with them?"
I could see the indecision flash across his features. Wanting to say 
that he wanted to break them. Destroy their beauty. Make them scream. 
He opened his mouth and then closed it.
"I. I'm going to apologize to them. For calling them cunts. For 
calling them whores. For calling them bitches. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
It was perhaps the least sincere apology that I'd ever heard in my 
life. But it would have to do. I'd have to start breaking bones to 
hear a more sincere one. The girls looked happy though. That I'd 
finally stood up for them.
"I'm going to let you down now. But I want to get something straight. 
Right here. We are going to have a nice calm walk out to the backyard. 
Easy right? Now. Remember our little earlier encounter? Your earlier 
plan simply isn't going to work. I'll freeze you far before you have 
any possible chance to attack me. Or the girls. Remember Jane? When 
you tried to use her as a shield? Didn't work too well. Did it?" 
Confusion crossed his welted face. Didn't quite understand this 
freezing thing. "I wouldn't count on the girls helping you at all. 
Despite that sincere apology of yours. Now we can do this the hard 
way, or we can do this the easy way. The easy way involves you walking 
with your beautiful female escorts downstairs and allowing us to tie 
you much more comfortably to an oak out there. The alternative is that 
I stun you into unconsciously again with the electronic zapper you 
like so much, and then dragging you down the stairs and tying you to 
an oak anyway. You understand your options? Simple aren't they?"
"I'll walk."
"Now. I want to get another thing straight. For every time I have to 
freeze your sorry ass along the way. For example if you, say, decide 
to attack Jane or Christi while you walk along. For every time I have 
to freeze you, I break a finger. Period. No deals. No last minute 
reprieves. I simply break a finger. After a while, you won't be able 
to attack anyone. And your stay here will be so much more painful. Do 
we understand one another?"
He slowly nodded.
"Jane. Get the handcuffs."
She rose to her bare feet and cradled a pair from the desk in her 
small hands.
I backed off, turning the gun in my hands over. Idly stroking the 
weapon. I saw Mayer's eyes on the gun as I stepped in front of him. 
Freezes he may not understand. But guns he did.
"Jane. Get his wrists. Handcuff him behind his back. If he so much as 
breathes wrong or resists you in any way, let me know."
She nodded and a bit apprehensively approached him. Still unsure of 
letting this guy go. He was an unstable one, and I recognized it. 
That's why I backed away. Unfortunately that meant that the girls were 
going to have to put their delicate bodies on the line. If he moved 
fast enough, he might get at them before I could freeze him. Unlikely. 
But possible. Especially if my attention wandered for a moment. I was 
sure that Jane was glancing at her pretty toes and fingers as she 
approached. Hoping that they'd still be intact at the end of this.
She stood up on her toes and released his wrists. The knots had 
tightened somewhat as he struggled, but she worked at the knots 
patiently with her deep red nails. Eventually his hand fell from the 
ropes that had held him so long. He glanced at me, murder in his eyes, 
but he carefully placed his hand behind his back. Very 
non-threatening. I think he did like his digits after all. Jane 
released his right hand a little faster. He again glanced at me. 
Gauged his chances. Didn't like them and allowed Jane to cuff him. He 
stood on his still bound feet and glared at me.
"Aren't you going to let me at least dress?"
"What for? You'll be out of my sight. I won't have to look at your 
ugly ass anyway."
He sighed and waited as Jane knelt and released his ankles from the 
ropes. All the ropes still dangled from the hooks, she'd released the 
knots holding his limbs.
"Christi? Jane? Take an arm. Remember. Any sign of trouble, sing out."
"Believe me. We will." Christi's face was showing some fright. She was 
concerned. This guy hadn't been this free in a long time and he was 
dangerous. I felt almost like I was leading Hannibal Lecter to the gas 
chamber or something; the fact that they were all naked sort of 
shattered the illusion.
Christi stepped over to him and took his right arm. Jane took the 
left.
Slowly, the man and the two flanking girls made their way out of the 
room. As they passed the master bedroom, he glanced in. I'd made the 
mistake of leaving the door open. His eyes widened as he saw Sheila. 
Naked. Stretched out, tied to his bed.
He smirked and pulled free of Christi and Jane. The girls cried out as 
he broke free. He was smart enough not to make any overt threats.
"Mayer. Behave." I warned him calmly. Casually making the gun more 
visible. "Back to the girls."
He sneered with his battered face into the bedroom. Sheila had gone 
white upon seeing Mayer. Pulling weakly against the ropes holding her 
body. Mayer took a step towards the door and spoke.
"So. I get to see her one last time, huh? How do you like his ropes, 
cunt? Any better than mine? I'll be back for you. And those fingers 
and toes of yours."
He turned away from the doorway and allowed Christi and Jane to hold 
his arms again. They shuffled away from the doorway. As I passed the 
door, I glanced in. Sheila was softly crying in her bonds. Keeping one 
eye on Mayer, I leaned in. "I'm sorry about that," I apologized to 
her. I closed the door. I hadn't foreseen the exchange.
The girls and Mayer had reached the stairs. If he was going to cause 
grief, this was the place to do it. He might try to throw the women 
down the stairs. Maybe throwing them down the stairs just to get back 
at me. Despite my words to the contrary, I suspect that he knew that I 
cared about the women more than I showed. I could see the hesitation 
in the girls demeanor. They didn't want to flank him down the stairs. 
They were just as aware of the waiting ambush as I was.
"You'll regret it if you try," I softly warned Mayer. Letting him know 
I was aware of the danger.
Christi and Jane took a deep breath and led the monster down the 
stairs. He calmly walked down, as though he was completely unaware of 
the girls apprehension. Though he was watching the nude females. Their 
legs. Their breasts. Probably wishing that he could get at the fingers 
lightly grasping his arms. He had to be aware of their tenseness.
We carefully walked him out through the kitchen. I thought that I saw 
him raise his eyebrows as he glanced into his living room and saw Amy, 
nude, listening to whatever it was she was listening to. He didn't 
make any comments. He'd probably already figured out that if I had 
three women, there was likely more.
His eyes widened as we led him outside. Polly and Gertrude, tied to 
separate trees. Frozen in place. Well, sort of frozen.
"What the hell have you done to them?"
"Done? Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"Are they dead is what I mean, asshole?"
"Much as I'm sure you love your wife, she's fine. So's Polly. They are 
just ... well, frozen. Just like you'll be in a minute."
"Wait a fucking minute. I'm going to be like that?"
"Yeah. What of it? Nobody will be hurting you anymore. Enjoy the 
peace."
"Fuck."
"Back up against that tree." I pointed with the gun. The girls guided 
him to a sturdy oak tree. I held some rope out for Jane she walked 
over through the grass to take it. She wandered back to the tree and 
Mayer and began to loop it around him. Carefully tying knots, leaving 
the handcuffs in place. Finally, she was done. He was secured. These 
knots I didn't have to check.
"When do I get out of this?" he asked.
"I only have one question for you. How often did you ever tell Sheila 
how long she'd be bound?"
He nodded. Understanding that he wasn't about to be told.
Christi stepped up to him, rose up on her tiptoes and whispered in his 
ear. "Nice to have made your fucking acquaintance, asshole."
I narrowed his time bubble before he could bluster out what a bitch 
she was.
Without another word, we all turned and headed back into the house.
	

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© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon - All Rights Reserved

Jane took a deep breath as we entered the kitchen. "Thank God that 
that is over."
Christi echoed the sentiments.
The two bare girls walked slightly ahead of me as I gently guided them 
into the library. Elizabeth was bent over her classic quietly reading. 
She looked up as we approached.
"You handled our host?"
I nodded.
"Tough?"
"On Sheila mostly. She's pretty upset."
"I can imagine. Can a slave ask a question?" I nodded. "Am I going to 
be left here or going with you on your shopping expedition?"
"You don't want it to be a surprise?"
"Not really. You've come to get me for one or the other."
"Come on."
She carefully closed the book, slipping a small piece of paper between 
the pages. Marking her spot. It occurred to me that there was little 
point in reading in this timeline. She'd just forget it when I 
returned her. I guess that didn't stop any of us reading in the prime 
time line. No guarantee that we'd remember any of it in any afterlife, 
if there even was an afterlife.
She almost pranced over to stand in front of us.
"Ready and willing," she spoke jauntily.
I guided the three bare women upstairs. We all entered the master 
bedroom. Elizabeth's eyes widened as she noted Sheila bound to the 
bed.
"Master?" Sheila's voice rose from the bed.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to release me now? Please?"
I looked at her. "Sheila, honey, you aren't in any shape to be walking 
around shopping. You need rest. I'm going to leave you bound here 
until I get back."
"Oh God. Please don't leave me tied up here. I'll be good. I promise. 
You don't have to tie me up. I hate it. Please. I'll do whatever you 
tell me."
I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Not today. I want you 
restrained while we're out."
Tears had begun to form in her eyes. But she nodded. Accepting her 
bondage.
"Master?" she had almost whispered. I turned back to the bound woman. 
"Please. My right wrist." I glanced up to her bound wrist. "It's 
tight. Please. I know you don't have to care. But. Your slave begs you 
to loosen it. It. It's cutting off her circulation. She'd be so 
grateful if you would retie it. She tried to adjust it, but it just 
got tighter. Please?" Sheila had fallen into slave talk. It had been a 
while since I'd heard it used. At least seriously. But I supposed that 
Sheila probably had had more time to master it than the others. I 
couldn't imagine Mayer letting her speak normally all the time. He had 
controlled so many aspects of her life. Then again, he'd let her use 
cutlery whereas I hadn't.
I kissed her wrist. Her hand looked like it was having some 
circulation problems. It was getting tinged a little blue.
I turned to Jane. Our resident knot expert. "Jane? You want to do the 
honours?"
She nodded and stepped forward. Sitting down beside Sheila, talking 
quietly to her as she worked at the bonds. I heard Sheila sigh as her 
hand was released, sharply bringing in her breath as the circulation 
returned.
I checked the rope work as soon as Jane was finished. It was secure 
and not nearly as tight. Sheila's wrist could now rotate in the rope 
but there was no way even her small hand could work it's way out. And 
there was no way for her to reach the knots either.
"Good job, Jane." She smiled at the compliment. I turned back to 
Sheila. "You alright other than that? Anything else falling asleep? 
You might be there a while."
Sheila pulled gently against the ropes holding her. Wiggling her toes. 
She shook her head. "I'd be better if I wasn't tied up at all. But I 
guess I'll be okay. My feet are going to fall asleep, but I think 
they'll be fine if you aren't gone too long." She sighed. Resigned to 
her bondage.
I turned back to Jane. "Feel like tying up another girl?"
"Not really. But I will, of course. Who?"
I pointed to Elizabeth. The bare girl paled and began to protest 
immediately.
"Please. Sir. I. You don't need to tie me up. I'll just sit quietly 
and read. Honestly. I won't wander around if you don't want me to. 
I'll be good. Please don't tie me up again."
I looked at her. I could tell that she really didn't want to be bound. 
I'd been lax with all of them as I'd dealt with the owners of the 
house. They had all enjoyed relative freedom. At most a pair of 
handcuffs adorning them. Free time. Time to themselves. Almost 
privacy. Suddenly they were being asked to give it all up again. It 
was going to be hard on them. Almost like I'd just captured them off 
the main timeline again.
"No Elizabeth. I want you bound as well while we are out."
"Oh God. Please. I'll do anything you want."
"Would you rather be gagged as well? Then I wouldn't have to listen to 
these protests."
"Oh God. Please no. I. I'm sorry. I would rather not be gagged. If I 
have a choice anymore. Please."
Elizabeth had sunk to her bare knees on the carpet. Tears beginning to 
form as she realized that her freedom was about to be taken away 
again. I just watched her struggle with the knowledge for a moment and 
then look up at me.
"Where?"
"Huh?"
"Where are you going to tie me up?"
"In here. If you behave and don't end up being gagged, at least you'll 
have someone to talk to."
She nodded. Miserable. "How?"
"Huh?"
"How do you want to tie me up, dammit?" she swore in her frustration. 
Tears beginning to form in her eyes again.
"Elizabeth?"
She paled. "Oh God. Please don't punish me. I apologize for losing my 
temper. I. Please. How do you want me tied, sir?" She swallowed. 
Hoping that her anger hadn't bought her a punishment. Nothing she 
could do about it now, though. She'd just have to suffer if her mouth 
had gotten her in trouble again.
"On your front, Elizabeth."
Obediently, she dropped to her hands and knees. Rocking forward and 
pressing her bare body into the carpet. Lying prone.
"Hands behind you." She whimpered but placed her hands behind her 
back, crossing her slender wrists. I motioned for Jane to secure her. 
Jane picked up a short length of rope left over from tying Sheila and 
wrapped Elizabeth's wrists, lashing them together. "Cross your 
ankles." Elizabeth crossed her bare ankles, not so silently waiting 
for the rope.
"Sir? Please. You don't have to do this. I. I'll behave. I swear it."
"You are already misbehaving by trying to get out of this. You know 
that I want you tied up."
"But why? I haven't done anything."
"You don't need to do anything. You know that. This isn't a 
punishment. If you were being punished, you'd know it. You just look 
pretty that way. Now. Do you want to be gagged as well?"
She shook her head. Afraid of saying anything further. Jane had 
finished binding her ankles.
I spoke to Jane. "Elbows and connecting rope. Hog-tie her. Make sure 
she's as comfortable as possible. She's going to be in it for a 
while."
Jane bent to her task. I simply sat back and watched the girl work. 
Slowly, Elizabeth become more and more immobile. She grunted a couple 
of times as her elbows were secured, but she didn't have the bravery 
to actually complain any further. She'd been gagged before. She wasn't 
fond of it.
Finally Jane rose to her feet and nodded that Elizabeth was secure. 
Elizabeth was lying on her front. Her arms secured behind her back. 
The rope work was intricate. Her elbows. Her wrists. Her ankles 
crossed and bound. A rope looped back between her ankles and her 
wrists, bending her legs back. Her bare feet in the air. Squirming. 
Her back was arched slightly with the tightness. Her bare breasts 
almost lifted off the carpet, but not quite. Her knees had spread 
involuntarily to reduce the strain on her body. She was going to be 
one sore lady by the time I released her. I crouched down and double 
checked the ropes. Secure as always. Jane apparently wasn't in the 
mood for a punishment either.
I bent down and looked into Elizabeth's teary eyes. Touched her face.
"You alright?"
"I've been better. Can I speak?"
"Not if you are going to beg to get out of this. You are staying in 
this until I decide to let you out. End of discussion."
"I know. Please. I'm just not used to it. Please don't punish me. 
Don't gag me," she whispered.
"Unless you do something else to deserve it within the next three 
minutes, I won't gag you. You two can talk while we're gone. Okay? I 
just wanted to know if anything was going to cause problems. 
Circulation problems over the next few hours."
She cringed as she heard the words, realizing that she was going to be 
in this uncomfortable position for hours. "I. I can't tell yet. I 
think I'll be alright. Sore as hell at the end, I'm sure. But I'll 
survive. Why do you like doing this to us? You won't even be here to 
look at me." Her tears overfilled her eyelids as she thought about the 
unfairness of this.
"I don't know. I really don't."
She just lowered her head to the floor and sighed.
"Get something for me?"
"What?"
"You are going shopping, right? Get something for me?"
I smiled. Just like a woman. I halfway suspected that she was missing 
going shopping more than bothered about being hog-tied, naked for 
hours. She wiggled one of her bound bare feet.
"We'll see."
I stroked her face and then rose to my feet. She craned her neck 
trying to follow my movement. Gave up and just looked at the carpet 
beneath her.
I ushered Jane and Christi out of the room. I glanced back at 
Elizabeth. I couldn't imagine what she must feel like. So helpless. 
But yet so beautiful. Sheila. The same. More comfortable. But bruised 
to hell and back. Still beautiful in the ropes that held her body.
I heard Elizabeth begin to talk to Sheila, "Well, Sheila, it looks 
like we're going to be here for a while. Lucky us. May as well get to 
know each other. We've slept together after all ..." her voice 
beginning to fade out as I moved down the stairs to join Christi and 
Jane kneeling quietly at the foot of the stairs.
I left the girls kneeling in the foyer and stepped into the living 
room. Amy was in her usual position. Lying on her back on the sofa, 
eyes closed, headphones playing. I walked over to the stereo and 
flipped off the amplifier. Her eyes popped open as her music died. She 
sat up and took the headphones off her ears.
"Free time over?"
I nodded.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Do I get the pleasure of going shopping, or the pleasure of your 
ropes?"
"Maybe both."
I pressed the CD eject button. Lifted the small circle of light. Enya. 
I switched off the unit, the red numbers fading into oblivion.
"Yeah. I broke down. Listened to it."
"Tired of Twisted Sister?"
She made a face. "AC/DC. There's a bit of a difference. By the way, 
that Enya stuff is pretty good. I didn't think I'd like it."
"Wait until I tie you down and force you to listen to Country and 
Western."
"Oh God. Please no. I'll do anything to avoid that torture."
"I hear you. I don't think I'm that cruel. Perhaps if you try and run 
again. Now there's incentive to be good. Hands behind you."
She took a deep breath but moved her hands to behind her back. I moved 
over to her and she twisted to allow me access to her wrists. I 
slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her and she gasped as the cold metal 
touched her skin. She didn't protest as I'd expected. Just sat quietly 
on the sofa, legs together, waiting for my next instruction.
"Feet."
She lifted her bare feet, carefully holding them together. I looked at 
her puzzled, finally realizing that she'd mistaken the order. Thought 
I was going to cuff or tie her ankles as well.
"No. To your feet. Stand up."
She flushed, and lowered her legs. She stood up. I guided her to the 
front foyer where Jane and Christi were still waiting on their knees.
I spoke to them. "Hands behind you. Same as Amy."
They rose to their bare feet and allowed me to handcuff them all. No 
protests.
I opened the front door and they followed me out to the front porch. I 
admired their bare bodies as they moved outside. The sun reflecting 
off of them. Still sparkling from their shower. I shrugged and left 
the front door wide open. Who was going to break in? Find the two nude 
beauties bound up for my pleasure in there? It kind of felt odd 
walking away from the house, leaving it unlocked. Unprotected. 
Especially knowing what the house contained. Specifically Elizabeth 
and Sheila. But I suppose that it was one of the side benefits of this 
timeline. Not much crime beyond whatever mayhem I managed to cause.
"Okay, girls. Lead on to the nearest mall. Drug store. That sort of 
thing."
Jane turned to me. "Sir? We don't really know the area. We don't know 
where the nearest mall is."
"Well, I guess we will just wander around until we find one. It's not 
like we are short on time or daylight."
She swallowed. "One more thing?" I nodded to her. I might indulge her. 
"Can your slaves walk on the grass? Please? It's so much easier on the 
feet than asphalt. Have you ever walked on pavement in bare feet?"
"I have half a mind to have you crawl."
He face clouded. Frightened. Not sure what they'd done to inspire my 
wrath, and afraid that her tongue was about to get them all in 
trouble. She just begged. Hoping that would appease me.
"Please. Master. Don't make us crawl. We'll gladly walk on the 
pavement if you want us to. I was just asking, in case you didn't 
care. Please. Please don't punish us," the suddenly frightened girl's 
voice fell to a whisper at the end of her plea.
"You may walk on the grass for now."
Her face brightened a little. Realizing that I was just tormenting her 
a little. She thought for a second and managed to organize her speech.
"This slave. Thanks you."
She scampered over to Amy and Christi who were just waiting silently 
up ahead. I couldn't hear her voice as she whispered to them, but they 
had a worried look on their faces, probably as Jane related my mood, 
and then a little happier when told that they could walk on the softer 
grass.
I caught up to the bare girls. "You want to be out here all day?" I 
asked them.
Jane swallowed and answered for them. "No sir." And the girls began to 
walk, moving off to the side into the green grass. I walked about five 
paces behind them. Admiring the view. Just enjoying the way their 
bodies moved. The way the steel cuffs jingled softly against their 
skin. Watching their bare female feet, painted toenails, whisking 
through the dewy grass. Aware of my presence, the girls didn't chatter 
much. Just raising their faces and enjoying the morning sun as we 
walked. Almost ignoring me.
About an half hour later, Jane spoke again to me. "How about that 
one?" She indicated a shopping complex with a nod of her head. It 
looked fine to me. Didn't look too crowded, but by the advertising 
signs outside appeared to have most of the types of stores I wanted.
Our small group walked in that direction. The girls wincing as their 
feet struck the pavement of the parking lot. It had been a long time 
since I'd had any of them in such a public place. I could almost sense 
as their discomfort grew. Feeling their nudity, bordering on 
exhibitionism. But not being able to do anything as we slowly made our 
way past men and women, wheeling shopping carts, baby carriages and 
high school kids cutting class.
I had to open the door and hold it for the girls, their hands not 
being particularly useful still cuffed behind them. The bare girls and 
I filed inside. We had to let our eyes adjust to the darker interior 
of the mall. It was a standard strip mall. One floor. A multitude of 
specialty shops. Shoe repair. Fabric places. Women clothing. A grocery 
store near one end. A video store. Jewelry shops.
Jane was the first the speak. Braver than the rest. As usual.
"M-master? Can this slave ask what we are shopping for?"
"You want to eat, don't you?"
"Yes sir."
"I thought we'd grab some food before the kind Mayers run out of the 
basics. And I thought that we might do a little other shopping."
"For other women?"
I smiled. Perceptive. As always. "Perhaps. But I think we ought to get 
the food first. What do you think?"
Jane silently nodded. Her bravery run out.
I herded the bound girls towards the far end of the mall. Dodging the 
odd pedestrian. The mall wasn't particularly crowded at this time in 
the morning. I took note of some of the shoppers. Families. A couple 
of late high school girls caught my eye. Frozen talking to one another 
as they strode down the hall. A young mother, wheeling her infant in a 
carriage. Talking to it, by the look of things. A family. Boy. Girl. 
Mother and father. Almost looked like tourists. A clerk in a jewelry 
shop caught my eye. Blonde. Athletic looking.
I listened to my charges' bare feet against the tile as they walked 
down towards the grocery store.
The girls stopped in front of the entrance door. Helplessly looking at 
the automatic door.
"Come on. We don't have all day. Get in there." I admonished them.
Christi looked at me. "Sir? But the doors are automatic. They aren't 
opening."
"I don't want to hear any excuses. Get in there."
Her eyes welled up with tears and she walked towards me instead of the 
doors.
"Please," she whispered. Really frightened by my sudden change of 
mood. "You know we can't get in without help." She gently rubbed her 
bare breasts against my arm. I reacted. Of course, I reacted. "Please. 
If you are looking for someone to punish, you know you don't need a 
reason. You can punish us anytime. For anything you deem fit. Please. 
You don't need to torment us with this." Her eyes were the perfect 
vision of helplessness and frustration.
I gently moved her away from me. Tears still falling silently down her 
cheeks. Her hands moving ineffectually behind her, wanting to brush 
the tears away, but unable. Amy and Jane were standing by the door, 
looking frightened and helpless.
I let them wait there for a few moments and then released the auto 
doors from the time block. The heat sensor sprang to life, sensing the 
warm girls standing in front of it. The doors slid open.
Relief flashed across the women's faces as they realized that 
punishment, whatever I was planning for them, had been staved off for 
little while at least.
	

Chapter 90

© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon - All Rights Reserved

The store was nearly deserted. I left the girls huddled by the door 
and walked along the front of the store. Pop cases were piled up 
against the front windows. The cashiers and tills a step or two back.
There were a few customers lined up at the registers. Four cashiers 
were ringing up the sales. A more senior woman was taking care of the 
express line. Another middle aged woman was ringing up a elderly 
woman's purchases in lane four. Down at the other end two younger 
women had their lanes lighted. Lanes ten and eleven. Both brunette. 
The shorter of the two looked like she was helping bag for the one in 
charge of lane ten.
I walked over to them. They were both mid twenties. Perhaps late 
twenties. Kathleen and Nicole their name tags read. They almost could 
have been sisters. Similar builds. Similar upturned noses. Kathleen 
was ringing up the groceries of an older gentleman. His young 
grandson, seated in the cart. Kathleen was smiling, talking to the 
older man as her hand swiped a bag of milk across the laser reader. 
All frozen in time.
I wandered back to my nude girls. They were still frightened and 
huddling near the door. Whispering.
"Christi?"
"Sir?" She stepped forward hesitantly.
"Turn around." She did and I unlocked her hands. I released the 
equipment pack from her fingers. She turned back around to face me, 
her hands limply at her sides.
She looked at me. Apprehension still evident on her face. "You are 
going to take them. Aren't you?"
I pursed my lips. "Probably."
"Why are you angry with us?" she whispered.
"I'm not angry with you."
"You sound angry. Please. We haven't done anything."
I touched her shoulder. "Christi. I really am not angry with you. I'm 
just in a strange mood."
"It's not about what Jane and I did? Is it? Amy doesn't deserve to be 
punished for that."
I shook my head. "I'm not punishing anyone, unless there is a reason 
to. We might play a bit, though."
She wore one of those, I'm-not-very-surprised-about-that looks. "You 
are going to hurt us. Aren't you?" Her voice was flat. And almost 
unemotional. Though tears had begun to well in her eyes.
"Maybe. We'll see. For now, we need to do some shopping. Come here."
The frightened girl followed me meekly to where the shopping carts 
were stored.
"Hands."
She held her hands out in front of her. Expecting the cuffs back. I 
gently took her hands and placed them on the pushbar of a shopping 
cart.
"Oh no. Why do I always get tied to the cart?"
I smiled. She still remembered the hardware store. And Kimberly. 
Seemed like a lifetime ago I'd tied her naked body to that shopping 
cart. I silently used short lengths of cord to secure her to the cart. 
She pulled idly at the bonds, not expecting to be able to work herself 
free. She didn't complain further. Probably frightened to.
I motioned the other girls over. I turned them around, one at a time 
and changed their handcuffs from behind their back to their fronts. 
Jane and Amy just waited quietly. Pulling at the restraints on their 
wrists.
"Alright girls. I'm going to let you go nuts here. Buy the good stuff. 
Make sure that you get staples. Bread. Peanut butter. Cold meats. 
Stuff like that. Milk. Eggs. You can get some cookies or something. 
Whatever you want as a treat. Don't go too nuts though. Remember whose 
carrying all this stuff home. Okay?"
Jane and Amy nodded. Christi was grimacing at the mention of peanut 
butter.
I watched as the girls slowly made their way down the first aisle. 
Jane and Amy reaching for items with their bound hands. Soon they were 
out of sight. The naked women softly talking amongst themselves as 
they did the shopping.
I wandered back to Kathleen and Nicole. I turned the gun over in my 
hands. Wondering how to release them. I decided not to release them at 
the moment.
I walked through the store. Towards the back. Finally I reached a door 
marked Employees Only. Private. I shrugged. I pushed the door open. 
There was a flight of steps leading upwards. I walked up the stairs 
and opened the door at the top. Lunch room on the right, manager's 
office on the left. I peeked into the lunch room. Couple of older guys 
smoking in the corner. I opened the door to the manager's office. The 
manager had a small office. Desk. Chair. Phone. And a small window 
that looked out over the store. The manager was a woman. 
Coincidentally named Jane according to the name plate on her desk. 
Jane Orton. She looked to be in her mid-thirties. Nice figure. Reddish 
hair. Business suit. She was talking to another younger woman across 
the small desk. Orton was holding a piece of paper in her hands. 
Almost studying it. The younger woman was dressed nicely as well. Dark 
skirt and blouse.
I ignored them, for now, and glanced out the private window. It was 
high and gave a good view of the store. I could see the nude girls 
slowly making their way down the third aisle. I couldn't tell what 
they'd thrown into the cart from here. I'm sure they were doing an 
adequate job. They knew what kind of mood I was in. Forgetting 
something would be cause for punishment.
I turned back to the women at hand. May as well have some company if I 
was going to wait for the others to finish shopping.
I studied the gun in my hands. Probably the easiest way to get them 
under control. I closed the door. I leaned back against a wall, just 
under a framed Escher print, and concentrated. The new Jane and the 
younger woman suddenly began to resume their conversation. Unaware of 
my presence.
"... and I have a head for numbers. Have a look at my math marks. Miss 
Orton ... who's that?"
The younger woman had just noticed me. Jane looked up and screamed as 
she saw me.
"Who? Who are you?" after her initial startled reaction, Jane had 
raised her right hand over her breast and calmed fairly quickly. Calm 
under fire.
"It doesn't really matter who I am." I tapped the gun idly against my 
thigh. Jane's eyes immediately glued to the gun. The younger woman 
shrank back in her chair. Really uncertain about this situation, but 
not really frightened yet. But I wasn't sure that she'd seen the gun 
either. Her view of it was blocked by my thigh.
"What do you want? I can't open the safe. Brinks is the only one that 
can do that. How did you get in here?"
Jane had begun to raise her hands, like in Hollywood. The younger girl 
had finally seen the gun. She also began to raise her hands.
"Listen to me. I'm not interested in your safe. Keep calm and nobody 
will get hurt. Understand?"
The two women nodded.
"Put your hands down. You look silly. I know that you don't have any 
weapons. Why would you?"
Both women lowered their hands and held them lightly at their sides.
"Wh-what do you want from us, then. If you don't want money." Jane 
stammered.
"First of all, I'd just like to know who you both are."
"Why do you want to know that?"
"Well, by your name plate on your desk, I'd guess you are Jane Orton. 
What's the point in not telling me?" I waved the gun vaguely in her 
direction.
"I. I'm Julie. Julie Kensington. Please. I'm only here about a job. I. 
I don't even w-work here. Please just let me go." The other woman 
spoke up softly front her chair answering my question.
That explained the dress and the paper that Jane had dropped to the 
desk. Probably the application, or resume.
"Alright girls. You do what I say and nobody has to get hurt. Okay?"
They both nodded. Terror cemented to their features.
"First of all Jane. I'm afraid that your name kind of clashes." The 
woman looked really confused. Of course, she didn't know about the 
*other* Jane currently shoplifting from her store. "What's your middle 
name?" I asked her gently.
"Kara."
"That's pretty. Can you remember to answer to that name instead? You 
don't really look like a Jane anyway. How old are you, Kara?"
She looked a bit confused. Probably difficult to get used to answering 
to a new name. I gave her some leeway.
"Kara?"
"I'm. Thirty-three. Why do you want to know that?"
"Julie?"
"Twenty-six. Please just let us go. What do you want?"
I picked up her application. I scanned it. Out of the corner of my eye 
I could see her shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
"I'm just curious, Julie. You are twenty-six. And you've listed your 
education to third year of college. What are you doing here for a 
job?"
"Please just let us go."
"I asked you a question, Julie. I guess you don't have to answer it if 
you don't want. It's not like I work here either."
"Oh God. What did you ask me?" Fright apparent on her face.
"Why are you applying for a job here? When you obviously are more 
qualified for, what is it? Astrophysics?"
She swallowed. Afraid not to answer. "I just ran out of money. I 
haven't finished my courses. And there aren't a lot of summer jobs in 
astrophysics. Please. I just want to get out of here. Alive."
I nodded. "You just want to get out of here alive. You seem like a 
smart girl. Third year astrophysics, after all. You want to live. 
That's understandable. What are you willing to do for me, if I agree 
to let you go?"
Julie paled. Her mind doing the female thing. Gun plus threats plus 
not wanting cash equals rape. Simple. Fascinated I watched as the 
thoughts flitted across her eyes.
"Please. I don't want to be raped."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kara begin to rise out of her 
chair. I casually swung back towards her. Gun leveled at her chest.
"Kara. Be smart. Sit back down. You aren't going to be real effective 
with a hole in your chest." Kara paled and sat back down heavily.
"Okay. Okay. I won't try anything. Calm down. Please. Can't you put 
the gun down? Please? We'll do whatever it is you want. You look 
nervous. Are you on drugs?"
I laughed. "Drugs are for losers. What the hell would I need drugs 
for?"
I turned away from Kara and concentrated on Julie again.
"Julie? I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"Oh God. Please don't rape me."
"Don't me silly. I'm not going to rape you."
"Wh-what do you want from me then? I don't have much?" She began to 
reach for her purse. She didn't really look like she believed me.
"I don't want your money. Sit still."
She snatched her hand back and sat up straight again.
"What do you want?"
Kara echoed the sentiment. "What do you want?" she repeated.
"What if I asked you to strip for me? Both of you?"
They both paled. It took Julie a second to respond.
"I thought you said that you didn't want to rape us."
"First of all. I said that I wasn't going to rape *you*. And I won't. 
Second, I didn't say anything about Kara over there." Kara paled 
significantly. "Third, having you strip is hardly raping you. You 
might be embarrassed a little, maybe even border on being humiliated, 
but it will hardly hurt you. You take off your clothes every night, 
don't you?"
"I don't want to take off my clothes."
"If I thought that you wanted to, why wouldn't I just walk up to you 
and ask? Why would I need this?" I twisted the gun in my hand.
"Oh God. Please. Just let me go? I haven't done anything to you."
"Julie, honey. You aren't going to like anything I want you to do. And 
you are absolutely right. You haven't done anything to deserve this. 
Sometimes life just isn't fair. But I'm the one with the gun." I 
shrugged.
"I'll scream. Someone will come."
"So scream. I won't try and stop you. I won't even shoot you for 
trying it. But I do promise that I will punish you later for it. And 
you'll like my punishments a lot less than you'll like stripping for 
me."
I watched as Julie took a deep breath. Considering her options. 
Suddenly she let go an earsplitting scream. I almost covered my ears.
"Please! Somebody! Help me. Help us. He's got a gun. Please. Call the 
police. Help."
Kara had added her voice to the commotion. I just leaned back against 
the wall and let them holler. Shaking my head. I glanced towards the 
window and saw the three nude women, in aisle six now, look up and try 
and locate the source of the noise. Looking up towards the ceiling.
Finally, they let up. Probably feeling a little silly, especially when 
I hadn't dashed from the room at the slightest call for help.
"Finished with the noise making, ladies?"
"Someone will come." Kara intoned without emotion. "I would be gone by 
the time the police show up, if I were you."
I actually laughed. The two women looked distinctly uncomfortable.
I raised the gun again. I aimed it at Julie's knee. She went pale.
"Please. You said you wouldn't shoot me. Even if I yelled. Please."
"I'm not going to shoot you for yelling. I'm going to shoot your knee 
because you aren't stripping."
"Oh God. Please."
"You want another chance?"
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Simply because I want to see your body."
She tried to keep me talking. "So you can rape me?"
"Goddamn. How many times do I have to reassure you. I'm not going to 
rape you."
Her face paled.
"Now. Are you going to strip. Or am I going to shoot your knee?"
Slowly her hands moved to the throat of her blouse. Her fingers 
fumbling at the buttons. Her nails were long and painted a deep shade 
of purple. It looked professionally done. Even a star pattern painted 
onto her right index finger. I seemed to recall that one of the most 
effective things in an interview being clean, well groomed hands. She 
had certainly taken that advice. She whimpered, took another look at 
the weapon in my hand and finished unbuttoning it. She swallowed 
heavily. Lowering her eyes, she pulled the blouse free of her skirt 
and dropped it on the floor. She was wearing a plain white bra. Front 
closure.
"Julie?"
She looked up. Uncertain what to do next anyway. Tears in her eyes.
"Can I see your hands?"
She obediently held her hands out. Palms up. Confusion in her face.
"Turn them over." She obeyed. Turning over her hands. "Nice nails." I 
commented. "Professionally done?"
"I. I had a couple of interviews today. I had heard it might help to 
do it. My. My friend does them. As a hobby. Sort of."
"Stand up."
The frightened girl stood. She was still wearing a dark skirt. Nylons. 
And three inch black pumps. Being topless, except for the bra, was 
actually quite appealing. She had nice breasts. Probably didn't even 
need the bra.
"Continue."
"Please don't make me do this. I don't want to take them off. Please?"
"Julie. You must know by now that I will make you do it no matter how 
much you beg. Taking off the blouse didn't hurt, did it?"
Her mouth clamped shut. Frightened again. Her fingers reached behind 
her and pulled the zipper down. The skirt dropped around her ankles. 
She stepped out of it and kicked it away with her foot. She was one of 
those girls that didn't wear panties with their pantyhose. I supposed 
it really wasn't necessary, but I'll bet she regretted it today. I 
could faintly see her through the thin material. Her face was flushed 
bright red.
"Happy now?"
"You ain't done, are you?"
"Oh God. Please don't make me go further. Please? Haven't I humiliated 
myself enough for you, yet?"
"Julie?" I motioned to her lower body with the gun.
"Oh God. Okay. Okay. Stop waving that thing around."
She closed her eyes and her hands moved to the front of her bra. 
"Please?" she implored one last time. I didn't even bother replying.
"Oh God," she whispered as she unsnapped the clasp. The bra fell to 
the sides, still covering her. She shrugged her shoulders and peeled 
the material back from her breasts. She shuddered as the satin slipped 
off her body and fell at her feet. Tears were falling down her face as 
she tried to cover herself with her hands.
"Julie. Still more to go, you know. Take your hands away. I'll see 
them eventually anyway."
"Oh God. Not more. Please. Have some mercy on me." This girl still had 
no idea that this strip show would probably be one of the easier 
things I wanted her to do.
"Come on. Don't have all day."
"God. Why aren't they coming?" she whined. Referring to their yelling 
match earlier.
Hanging her head, she worked her pumps off with her toes. Finally, 
resigned that she was going to have to do it anyway, slipped the dark 
nylon down her legs. Her legs were perfect. Pale skin in contrast to 
the pantyhose. She pressed her bare legs together. Her light pubic 
hair was just vaguely visible as she squirmed.
She swallowed. "Please. Can I put them back on now?"
I laughed. "Julie, honey. You aren't going to be putting them back on 
for a while. Or until your police show up."
"Oh God. Please. Have some decency."
"Me? Decency?"
"Let me at least sit back down."
"Okay."
She self-consciously sat her bare bottom back into the chair. 
Squirming. Crossing her legs and crossing her arms over her breasts. 
Softly crying.
I turned to the woman I'd renamed as Kara.