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Chapter 91
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
"Kara?"
"Oh my God. Please."
"You know what I want you to do."
"I. I can't."
"You can't?"
"I can't do that. Not in front of you."
"Why not?"
"You have to ask why not?"
"Well. The way I see it, is either you learn to strip in front of me,
or I can start making holes in Julie here. Maybe she'd like a new hole
in her breast." I stepped over to the terrified girl and pressed the
barrel of the gun into the side of her right breast. She gasped and
began to pray. "And if the sight of all her blood doesn't convince you
to take off that suit, perhaps the sight of your own blood might."
Julie was almost hysterical in fear. Tears were running down her face,
falling onto her naked chest in rivers. She was gasping for breath.
Trying not to move. Not to make any threatening gestures.
"Please, Jane. He's going to sh-shoot me. If I could do it, you can.
Please. I don't want to die."
Gently I corrected her. "Kara."
"Oh God." Julie lips moved in silent prayers again.
"You son-of-a-bitch. You wouldn't shoot her because I refused to
strip."
"Try me?"
"Alright, you bastard. I'll do it. Calm down. Move away from her."
I shrugged and returned to my post against the wall. Julie collapsed.
Bending at her waist. Sobbing uncontrollably.
I watched as Kara began to strip. She slowly pulled her clothes from
her body. Her face beet red. To her credit she didn't whine at the
underwear and soon she was standing naked behind her desk. She lightly
held her hands to her sides. She had a passable body. Looked like it
had gone through a couple of children, but it also looked like she
worked out. Her short blonde hair was really blonde, I idly noticed.
She suffered my gaze.
She spoke. "Can I go to her?" Meaning Julie still crying hysterically
in the chair. "Without you freaking out with that thing?"
I nodded and Kara moved slowly around the desk and knelt beside Julie.
She tried to comfort the sobbing girl.
"Julie. You have to be strong here. He's not going to hurt us. Come
on. I need you here."
Julie managed to control her shaking. She sat back up, tears still
rolling down her cheeks.
"Why me? God. He's going to kill us."
Kara whispered to her urgently. "He's not going to kill us. We'll do
whatever it is he wants. He'll rape us. And then he'll go. We'll call
the police. You have to stay with me here."
"I don't want to be raped."
"Neither do I sweetheart. Neither do I."
"This is a dream, right?"
"I wish it was. I've pinched myself three times already. And every
time I keep waking up without my clothes, here with you."
I finally intervened. "Ladies?"
They both swiveled their heads and looked up at me.
"See how Kara is? On her knees? Julie. I want you like that."
"Oh God."
Kara tugged at Julie's arm and she slipped off the chair. Ending up
kneeling beside Kara. Still tears falling down her face.
I tossed them a pair of handcuffs each. They looked at them.
Frightened.
"Put them on. Behind your back."
"Oh God. Why?" Julie implored.
"Because I don't want you to have any bright ideas of attacking me."
"Just let us go then." Kara interjected logically.
"Not yet, my pretty ones."
Julie hesitantly picked up the cuffs and looked at them. "Please. You
don't need to do this."
Kara spoke as well. "Really. You walk out of here. You've had your
show. You've had your cheap thrill. Us naked for you. You walk out of
the store. And that's it. We don't call the cops. We never even
mention it happened. Period. You don't get caught. Everyone wins."
"Sorry ladies. Have other plans. And I doubt very much if I'll get
caught. And besides. As soon as I'm out that door, you'd be on the
phone to the police. You probably wouldn't even bother getting dressed
first."
"Please don't make us do this."
"Put them on."
Kara reached for her pair of handcuffs. She closed her eyes and
snapped the first side around her left wrist. She wound her hands
behind her and I heard the ratchet close. I watched as she made some
kind of eye gesture at Julie and Julie did the same thing. I wasn't
sure what Kara was trying to tell the frightened girl.
I casually walked behind the women. They stayed on their knees, Kara
looking decidedly nervous. Watching me. Her head turning on her long
neck.
I crouched down behind them and ran my fingers around Julie's left
wrist. Tight. Same with her right wrist. She wasn't getting out of the
steel until I released her. I moved to Kara. Her left wrist was tight.
I rattled her right arm and the cuff fell off her wrist, dangling.
She immediately sprang to her feet and dashed towards the door. The
handcuff still dangling from her left wrist.
"Kara?"
She turned just before she got to the door. I could have frozen her,
but that wasn't necessary.
"My name is not Kara. It's Jane."
"You open that door, Kara, and Julie here is going to be very
uncomfortable."
"You wouldn't shoot her."
"I wouldn't? Care to try me?"
"No."
"How about if I shoot you instead?"
"Shit."
"Come back here."
The naked woman walked back on her bare feet.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Turn around."
Shaking she did.
"Hands."
She reluctantly put her hands behind her. I closed the handcuff
tightly around her right wrist. Pressing it deeply into her skin.
She cried out. "Oh shit. That hurts. God. You didn't need to make it
that tight."
"Kara? Last time it appears to have fallen off. I just wanted to make
sure that it didn't happen again." I pressed on her shoulders and
pushed her hard to her knees. Tears welled up as she pulled against
her restraints. Trying in vain to get her right wrist into a
comfortable position.
Kara glared at me with determination in her eyes.
I left the women on their knees and walked back over to the window.
Gazed out. Christi, Jane and Amy were just finishing up the last row.
"You got an intercom in this store, Kara?"
"Of course." The sullen voice floated up from the other side of the
desk.
"How?"
"You dial 9-1-4 on the phone and then just speak, you fucking
bastard."
"Such language from such a beautiful woman."
Kara muttered something, but I didn't quite catch it. I walked over to
the phone on her desk. I picked it up. Dialed the magic numbers.
I heard the intercom system announce itself with a soft bell. The
naked women shopping in the store looked up in surprise.
"Christi?" I thought I saw her lips move. But from where I was
standing I couldn't make out her words. It was probably just an
acknowledgment.
"Christi. When you finish down there, take it all to the front and
wait for me. Read a National Equirer or something."
I saw her speaking and nodding.
I turned back to the women on the floor. I sat up on Kara's desk and
gazed down at them.
"Who was that you were talking to? Who the hell is Christi?" Kara
asked.
"None of your business. Yet."
"It is my fucking business. It's my fucking store."
I reached down and casually slapped her. Her head snapped back and she
cried out at the blow. I hadn't hit her hard.
I crouched down, my face centimeters from hers.
"You listen to me. It's your *fucking* business and your *fucking*
store when I tell you it is. You are nothing right now. You don't even
have a name anymore. You are mine. You understand? And I don't want to
hear any more unladylike language emerging from that mouth of yours.
Or I'll gag it. Understand?"
She nodded. But she didn't understand. Julie was in tears again.
I pulled her to her feet. Painfully, the cuffs digging into her
wrists, she stumbled to her bare feet. I dragged her around her desk
and practically threw her into her chair. Involuntary tears of pain
surfaced in her eyes as she fell against the cuffs. A faint "ooof"
sound escaped her lips.
I knelt in front of her chair. It was not one of the new comfortable
reclining chairs, but one of the classroom chairs with four sturdy
legs. Cheap store.
"Feet."
The frightened woman allowed me to guide her bare foot to the chair
legs. I lashed it securely there. Her other foot followed. I could see
her wincing at the tightness of the bonds. She was secured to the
chair. She wasn't going anywhere fast.
"Please," she gasped out.
"Please what?" I hitched myself up on the desk in front of her. Facing
her. Her short hair was messed up and terror was across her face. I
wasn't used to treating women this rough. I swung my legs.
"Please."
"You want to beg?"
"I just want to be left alone."
"Kara. Let me explain ..."
"My name isn't Kara," she softly protested.
"It will be Kara until I tell you otherwise."
"Alright. Just don't hurt me."
"Kara. How are you feeling right now?"
"Sore. Please."
"Please what?"
"Please. If you have to tie me up. Alright. But please. My feet are
already falling asleep. They don't have to be that tight. And my
wrist. Please. I'll do whatever you want."
"Kara. I thought you wanted them tight?"
"Wanted them tight?" she said incredulously. "I don't even want to be
here. You fucking insane psychopath."
I ignored her language for the time being. She'd slip again. "Well. I
did give you the chance to put the handcuffs on yourself. And you did
a pretty lousy job." She began to cry. "So I naturally assumed that
you wanted me to tie you up instead."
"You can't treat me like this. I demand to be let go."
I laughed. "You demand? That's cool." I casually reached forward and
slapped her face again. She cried out. "You demand that I stop that as
well?"
I heard a soft voice from behind me. I turned. Julie, tears still
streaming down her face was talking to me.
"Please. I don't even know what your name is. Please don't hurt her
anymore. She didn't do anything wrong."
"Julie. Do you really want to get involved with this?"
"No please. Please just stop slapping her. I'll be quiet back here.
Please just let us go."
I turned back to Kara, seated naked and bound in front of me. I
reached out and began to lightly fondle Kara's bare breasts. She
twisted and tried to get away. She screamed at me.
"Leave me alone. You fucked up bastard."
I gripped her right nipple. I began to apply pressure. In gradients. I
watched her face intently. Her face beginning to register the pain
emanating from her breast. Finally, as I began to twist the nipple she
cried out.
"Argh. No. Please stop. I'll do whatever you want. Just stop hurting
me."
I released her. She sat breathing hard. Gasping for breath. Struggling
with the handcuffs.
"You'll do what I say?"
"Yes." Resigned. "You'll make me fuck you anyway." She thought I
wanted to rape her. She was in for a surprise.
"What if I don't want you to fuck me?"
"What?"
"What if I don't want you to fuck me?"
"What the hell do you want then."
"First I want you to listen to me. I want you to put handcuffs on
properly when I tell you to. I want you to stop using unladylike
language when I tell you to. And after you've learned that lesson,
I'll let you know what else I want."
"Oh God."
"Just sit there and be quiet while I take care of your friend. Then
we'll decide what to do with you."
She nodded. Not wanting to feel the nipple torment again.
I hopped off the desk and approached the cowering girl on the floor. I
crouched in front of her.
"Julie?"
She looked at me through her tears.
"Julie. I want to tie you into that chair. We can do it the hard way.
Like Kara. Or you can just let me do it. You can be in pain, like her.
Or you can be a bit more comfortable. Ask her which is better."
I looked at Kara.
"Julie. Just let him tie you up. He's going to do it anyway. And my
feet are already asleep from his fucking ropes. You don't have to go
through that."
"You going to do this the easy way?" I asked the terror-stricken girl.
She nodded dumbly and I helped her climb to her feet. She placed
herself into the other chair with her cuffed hands on the other side
of the backrest. I knelt in front of her and lashed her slender ankles
to the chair legs. I was careful of her skin and made sure it was just
tight enough to hold her. She wouldn't have the same circulation
problems that Kara had.
Satisfied, I let myself out of the office. I ran down the stairs and
walked briskly to the front of the store. The three girls were waiting
as instructed by the cashiers. Jane as reading the National Equirer
aloud to the other two. Laughing at some two headed baby from Mars
tripe.
I moved to release Christi from her bonds holding her to the cart. As
soon as her hands were free she held them up. Knowing that I was going
to recuff her. I slipped the steel over her wrists and then led them
all back into the store.
"Clothespins. Where?"
Jane thought about it. "I think I remember seeing packages of them
with the cleaning stuff. Please. What do you need them for?" Knowing
full well what I needed them for.
"Don't worry. Your nipples are safe for now. Run and get me a
package."
Jane scampered away, her bare body doing delightful things as she ran
down the main aisle. Her bare feet flawlessly gripping the tile as she
turned into the cleaning aisle. She returned seconds later, completely
out of breath but holding a package of like three hundred clothespins
between her bound hands.
"Enough?" she managed to gasp out. When I told these girls to run,
they ran. I shook my head. I wasn't really intending for her to run a
marathon.
"You didn't have to bring me enough to sink Titanic." I stepped back.
Briefly pictured Jane, bound and naked with three hundred clothespins
pinching her body. All over. I smiled to myself.
"I'll get you a smaller package if you want," she replied
breathlessly. Missing my smile.
"It's fine," I told the nude beauty.
We began to walk back to the employee's stairs.
"Okay girls. I don't want any shocked women here. I have a couple more
women upstairs."
"Oh no." Amy groaned.
"What?"
"We only shopped for six."
I actually laughed, expecting another diatribe about me subjugating
women. "I'm not keeping them, bozo."
She flushed, but grinned.
"Now. We are going up there. I don't want to hear a peep out of any of
you. No matter what you see. What you hear. Got it? If I hear you
sneeze, I'll gag you for the rest of the afternoon. You stay where I
put you. Jane? You understand?"
"I understand." She flashed me a mischievous grin. "Why are you
picking on me?"
"You know full well why I'm picking on you. I'm serious here. You
won't enjoy the punishment. I'm not kidding. I have half a mind to gag
you right now and avoid the trouble later."
She paled a bit. "I'll be good. I promise."
The girls stopped out of habit as I guided them towards the door
marked Private. I almost laughed.
"Since when is anything private around me?"
The girls smiled ruefully and waited for me to open the door for them.
We all climbed the short flight of steps together. Christi and Jane
ahead. Me and Amy trailing. Their bare feet scuffing at the stairs.
"Remember. Not a peep." We approached the manager's office door.
I opened the door and the girls filed silently into the now crowded
office. I gently took the clothespins from Jane and the three nude
beauties sank to their knees on the threadbare carpet just behind
Julie's chair.
I was immediately faced with questions from Kara.
"What the fuck is going on here?" She was beginning to recognize that
this wasn't your average hold up, break and enter, or rape scenario.
"I thought I told you to watch your language."
"I want to know who the hell they are? And how the fuck you managed to
get them in here like that?"
I could see the desire burning in Jane's eyes. Wanting to explain to
this woman what was going on. Make her understand not to disobey. Help
her. She managed to keep her tongue. I glanced around the room.
Christi and Amy were sitting back on their calves trying to be
impassive. Not really succeeding, but trying. Julie was just staring
over her shoulder at the new passive women. Frightened out of her
mind. Realizing suddenly that events had passed far beyond her ability
to understand and control them. Beginning to realize that rape might
be the least of her concerns.
I sighed. I sat back on the desk in front of Kara.
"Kara. Kara. Kara."
"That isn't my fucking name. Are you going to answer me? Who are
they?"
"Kara. Each time you swear, you get another one of these on you.
Eventually, you aren't going to care about cursing anymore."
"What?"
I reached forward and grasped a small pinch of flesh on her right
breast. Just above her budding nipple. I snapped a clothespin over the
patch of skin. It stood up from her flesh like a small tower.
She cried out. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? That hurts."
"I know it hurts. What does that make? Seven? Or eight?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Patiently I looked into her frightened eyes. "Kara. I told you.
Unladylike language."
Her eyes teared up. "Please? What do you expect from me?"
It was Amy that broke the silence. Surprised the hell out of me. I was
sure it was going to be Jane if any of them.
"Ma'am. Please. You have to listen to him. Believe me. I'm going to be
punished horribly for even opening my mouth. But. He's going to hurt
you like you've never been hurt before if you don't listen. If he told
you not to curse, you can't. No matter how much you want to. Please."
I dropped off the desk and rummaged through the pack. I picked up a
red ball gag and walked over to Amy. She closed her eyes. Shaking her
head.
"Please. Master. I was only trying to help."
"Do you know why you are being gagged?"
"Yes." Tears were running down her face.
"Why?"
"Because I was ordered not to speak. But. Please. I couldn't help it."
"I know. And you are a brave girl. Silly. But brave. She won't listen
to you, you know?"
Tears just rolled down her cheeks and she opened her mouth.
"You are just going to let him gag you? Just like that?" Kara asked
incredulously.
Amy opened her eyes. "Please. I knew what I was getting into when I
opened my mouth. If I don't let him, he'll just gag me more painfully
and then whip me or something. Something I won't like. Easier just to
take my punishment. Please don't let it go to waste. Listen to him."
Her words were cut off as I pressed the gag gently into her accepting
mouth behind her white teeth. Her eyes still trying to express her
earnestness over top of her stretched mouth. She held it easily in her
mouth as I moved to the back of her neck. I buckled it behind her head
but didn't wrench it into her. She'd be uncomfortable, but as long as
I didn't leave it in for hours on end, she'd be alright. She'd end up
with a slightly sore jaw. Nothing worse. No more outbursts out of her.
"Hands."
The glum girl just obediently raised her cuffed wrists. I removed the
left cuff and she unconsciously touched her lips, stretched around the
ball. She moaned and then realized that I hadn't given her permission
to move her free hand. She paled a bit and placed her left hand back
into position with her right. I grasped her wrists and moved them
behind her. I could hear her protesting behind the gag, but couldn't
understand her words. I clipped her wrists back together behind her
and then rose.
I returned to the desk and sat back in from of Kara.
"Now. Where were we?"
"Please don't do this."
"Clothespins, right?"
"You were placing eight clothespins on my tits for my swearing."
Kara's attitude seemed to have changed with the appeal from Amy. Maybe
she was beginning to realize that she was in some real trouble and she
better start cooperating if she expected to get out without some real
pain. Perhaps realizing that Amy had taken punishment for her to try
and warn her.
I began to systematically attach the clothespins to the firm flesh of
her bare breasts. She squirmed against he ropes holding her, but not
significantly. Twisting her body probably was painful in itself with
the tight bonds. She cried out as the sixth one settled into her left
breast. Julie was still softly crying behind me. Not being able to
stop.
"Now. The hard part."
"Please. Not the nipples."
I nodded. "You ready?"
"Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll never swear again. As long as I
live. I'll do whatever you want. God. Please. You don't have any idea
how much that is going to hurt. These hurt enough. I'm begging you."
I reached out and touched her right nipple. I could see the
concentration across her face. Trying not to squirm. Trying not to
twist away. Trying not to react to my gentle caresses. She lost. Her
nipple hardened involuntarily and she screamed as the clamp squeezed
the tip. She thrashed in her bonds. Shaking herself. Trying to
dislodge the pain.
"Ahhhh. Noooooooo. Oh my god. Oh my god. It hurts. Please take it off
me. I'll do anything you want. I'll fu ... make love to you. Any way
you want it. Please."
I waited for her to calm. The pain to subside to a dull throbbing in
her nipple.
"Kara?"
She turned her head. Looking at me through bleary eyes.
"If you mean love making, you can say fuck. That's acceptable. It's
only when you embellish with it. 'Fucking bastard' doesn't really
sound very ladylike. Unless you are in pain, like now, in which case I
can sort of understand losing your composure."
"You fu ... bastard."
"See. You are getting the idea."
I reached out and lightly touched her left nipple.
"Please no. I'll do anything you want. I'll fuck you. I'll crawl for
you. I'll do anything you want. I'll degrade myself. But please. Don't
clamp my other nipple. It hurts so much."
She didn't even try beyond the begging. Her nipple slowly tightened to
my touch. Again she screamed out her pain as the clothespin closed on
her.
"Argh. No. No. Please. Oh God. My tits. It hurts so goddamn much.
Please take them off me. I'll do anything."
I leaned back on my hands and watched the woman as she hurt and
pleaded. Finally the pain peaked and descended into that dull
throbbing. She was breathing hard. Her clothespin decorated breasts
rising and falling with her distress.
I hopped off the table. Done tormenting her for the moment. I looked
out the window. I had a fine view of the front of the store. Cashiers.
Front doors. The works.
I turned around. Jane and Christi looked pained. Having to watch Kara
sitting there naked as she had to watch her breasts being tortured.
Wanting to comfort her. Wanting to at least say something. But somehow
holding their tongues. All they had to do was look at Amy. Head hung,
gagged. Hands cuffed behind her back instead of in front. Actually I
was proud of them. It must have been near impossible for Jane to keep
quiet.
Julie just sat and cried in her chair. Trying to pretend that she
wasn't handcuffed naked in some interviewer's office. Waiting to be
tortured.
"Ladies?"
All the heads in the room perked up as I addressed them.
"Kara and Julie. I want you to think about something. Okay? I have a
few other things to do. When I get back, I expect you both to be ready
to have sex."
Julie looked up at me. I was surprised after all she'd seen that she'd
care. "I thought you said you wouldn't rape me."
"And I'm not going to. I meant have sex with each other."
"You have to be joking."
I turned back to the window. "Just be prepared. I am going to ask you
to do it. Ask Kara what the price of disobedience is. Hell just look
at her chest."
Chapter 92
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
Ignoring the soft crying coming from the women behind me, I glanced
out at the store again. I studied the cashiers from above. I had a
perfect view of Nicole and Kathleen at lane ten. Frozen in time.
I concentrated. I isolated their body masses from the vicinity in
space-time. Seeing them made it easier, but they were a fair distance
away. And there was a plate of smoked glass between us. I felt their
space assert itself onto this timeline and I groaned at the effort.
Dizziness washed over me. Kara gasped as I leaned on her bare shoulder
shaking her tightly bound body and the clothespins.
I glanced over at Christi, who was struggling to get to her bare feet.
She paled at my look, falling back to her knees. She looked like she
was desperate to say something, knowing that she wasn't allowed.
I shook my head and the dizziness cleared to be replaced with a very
faint nausea. I straightened.
Looking out the window, I watched as the two stunned girls excitedly
spoke to each other downstairs. I couldn't hear their words, but I was
willing to put money on that they were trying to sort out why their
old friend Mr. Gramps wasn't moving. And neither was his grandson.
Kathleen carefully stepped out from her cage. Both girls looking
around desperately. Frightened.
They crept down the front aisle between the cases of pop and the cash
registers. They stopped in front of lane four. Pointing at the middle
aged woman. Finally, Nicole, at least I think it was Nicole, got
braver and opened the enclosure. Reaching out tentatively with her
hand and touching the frozen woman's face. I heard the scream faintly
as she pulled her hand back from the frozen cold flesh.
She scrambled out of the cashier enclosure and desperately hugged the
other girl. Trembling. Her lips moving soundlessly. Probably trying to
make sense of all this. The girls carefully crept around other frozen
people. Frightened to touch them. Staying together.
Finally, panicked, they began to run for the door. I had long ago
ensured that all the entrance doors were frozen on the prime time
line. No matter what they did, they couldn't have opened them.
Kathleen actually ran into the doors. Expecting them to open
automatically. She fell backwards onto her bottom and began to shake.
Nicole tried to pry the frozen door open with her fingers. Finally,
after a few minutes they gave up and sank to the floor. I couldn't
tell, but it was looking like Nicole was crying as well. The girls
shifted until their backs were to the door and just waited. For what,
I have no idea.
I turned to my other captives. "Girls? I want you all to stay here.
Quietly. You can talk together. But quietly."
I stepped around Kara and the desk. I petted Julie's head as I passed
her. She cringed.
I crouched in front of Jane and Christi. I whispered to them.
"I don't want you telling them about the time thing. But explaining
the rules is alright. Get them ready for the sex. I don't want either
one of you off your knees while I'm gone. Understand?"
They both mutely nodded. I rose to my feet and slipped out of the
room. I silently made my way down the stairs. As soon as I opened the
door into the store, I could faintly hear the girls through the
silence. I carefully closed the door and made my way towards the front
of the store. As I approached them, I began to be able to make out
their individual voices and the odd word.
"... Nicole ..."
"... trapped ... Ms. Orton ..."
I waited just out of their sight. Curious what they would do. I could
barely see them. They were definitely in tears. Trying to make sense
out of the messed up world.
"We have to get out. Get help," the girl named Kathleen was speaking.
"How? We can't even open the damn doors."
"We'll break the glass or something. Find a phone that works."
"Come on. Maybe there is someone alive upstairs."
I watched as they got to their feet and began to walk towards me. I
stood stock still. Trying to look like one of the frozen people.
Kathleen and Nicole walked past me. Carefully moving around my body to
avoid touching me. Touching the frozen people, must have really
spooked Nicole earlier. I let them get ten meters or so towards the
back of the store, before I made any sound.
I softly spoke. "Going somewhere ladies?"
I think you probably could have heard the double scream at the South
Pole. Nicole almost fainted. Her eyes actually rolled back but she
managed to catch herself and hold onto consciousness.
Kathleen whispered. "Goddamn you scared us. Thank God. You're alive.
We aren't the only ones."
I let Nicole regain her composure before I continued.
"The others aren't dead exactly. They just can't hear you."
"Excuse me? Do you know what is going on here?" Kathleen's face had
lit up. "Who are you?"
"The people are frozen. They aren't dead."
"Why aren't we?"
"Because I let you free."
"You?"
"Kind of."
"I don't understand."
"You don't have to understand."
"What the hell is going on here?" Her tears had dried up. Anger
replacing them. Then plaintively, "Are you going to help us?"
"Girls. You are currently on a separate time line. The others are
frozen on the original one. Does that help?"
"No."
"I doubted it would."
"So, how do we get back to the original timeline? Back to normal?"
"I start it up again."
"You. Start it up again? So why don't you?"
"I like it here at the moment."
"So where do we fit in?" She was still mighty calm. I could see it in
her eyes. A conscious decision to remain cool and calm. Similar to
Jane the first time I met her.
"It's actually very simple. If you do whatever I say, then you don't
get hurt."
"This is some elaborate robbery? I don't have any money." Still calm.
But I noticed her eyes darting around.
"Kathleen. Nicole. You look like smart girls. Right?"
They both nodded.
"Were you able to get out of here?"
"No. What have you done to the doors?"
"Believe me. You can't open them. You can't break them. You can't get
out of this store unless I let you."
Nicole moaned. Despite the fact that Kathleen was doing most of the
talking, she caught on quicker.
"You want us. Don't you?" Nicole moaned.
"Kind of. Kathleen. I see your eyes. You can't escape. Believe me.
Save yourself the trouble."
"What do you want with us?"
Nicole answered the question for me. "He wants *us*, Kath. He's going
to r-rape us. Or something." She had begun to cry and her body was
shaking.
Kathleen absorbed the assertion. Nodding. Not panicking.
"What if we just turned and ran?"
"I wouldn't if I were you. You don't want to piss me off."
"Oh God. Tell me why we shouldn't just attack you. Right here. You
couldn't stop us both." I saw her begin to tense her muscles.
"Kathleen. You look like a smart girl. What if I have a gun? A knife?
You willing to risk your pretty body for a futile attack? And what if
you don't succeed? What if it just makes me angry? What if I have that
gun and I decide to shoot you? And not to kill you? Bullets can be
really painful."
Both girls had paled. Kathleen was shifting her weight from foot to
foot.
Kathleen spoke again. "What do you want us to do?"
"Are you two sisters?"
Kathleen answered. "We actually get that a lot. No. We aren't."
I just watched them for a few minutes. Considering what I wanted them
to do. They stood uncomfortably. Frightened, but not crying any
longer.
"Girls? I know you aren't going to like this. But I need you out of
the way for a little while. Okay?"
"Please. Just let us go."
"I need to tie you up for a while. Okay?"
"Please. You don't need to tie us up. Why?"
"Got other things to take care of." I lied.
"If we let you tie us up, will you leave us alone? You can do whatever
it is you want to do, and then leave. You can just call someone to
come untie us."
"Perhaps."
"Okay. Just don't go ballistic here. Nobody wants to get hurt. We'll
do whatever you want. You want to tie us up. You can. I've been tied
up before. I have brothers. Where do you want us?" Kathleen was still
calm. Nicole was beginning to cry again. Kathleen threw her arm around
Nicole's shoulders and tried to comfort her.
"Nicole. Calm down. It's just a bit of rope. He'll tie us up for a
while. No big deal. Better than being raped or shot. Okay? Honey?"
Nicole snuffled but managed to control her crying. "You aren't going
to hurt us?"
I considered the question. I really didn't know what I was going to do
with these two. I wanted to see them nude. That almost went without
saying. And I was picturing them screaming.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I lied again to them.
I had the girls walk ahead of me back towards the front of the store.
As we walked, I watched their bodies as they moved beneath the
uniforms. So soon to be removed uniforms.
I glanced up. The ceiling in this store was very high. A good six
meters up. I wanted their hands above them. Somehow, I'd have to get a
connection up into the rafters.
I moved towards the women. They had stopped by the second cash line.
Waiting quietly for my instructions. I produced another couple of
pairs of handcuffs. I could have frozen them again while I prepared,
but the dizziness had scared me a bit earlier. Last thing I needed was
to pass out trying to refreeze them. Kathleen would have me in knots,
if not dead, in a matter of seconds.
"This won't hurt you. Hold out your right hand Kathleen. Left for you
Nicole." Nicole was standing to Kathleen's right.
I walked up to the girls and carefully slipped the first pair of cuffs
over their extended wrists. Nicole began to cry again as she watched
her left wrist encircled by the steel. I double checked since I hadn't
tightened the cuffs into their skin. Nicole shuddered at my touches.
The cuff was secure between them. I connected another cuff to
Kathleen's left wrist and led them together to the second cash. There
was a convenient red railing marking the lanes. I slipped the cuff
around the railing securing them to it temporarily.
"You are just going to leave us here?" Kathleen asked.
"For now."
"How long? Shush Nicole." Nicole struggled to control herself.
"I need to work out a few things. I'll be back for you in a little
while."
"Take your time," Kathleen told me. She pulled a bit against the
handcuff holding her to the railing. Realizing that she wasn't going
anywhere.
I wandered back towards the rear of the store. The store had
advertisements swinging from the rafters. There must be a maintenance
area somewhere. A big ladder for putting up those signs. After a brief
search I located a long stepladder. It was a bit of a struggle, but I
managed to drag it to the front of the store.
Kathleen and Nicole had dropped and were sitting quietly on the floor.
Cross-legged. Kathleen's left wrist was extended up, dangling from her
tether.
"Sir? Can I ask who you are? And why you need that ladder?" Her eyes
betrayed her confusion. But it hadn't settled into worry yet. She was
a cool customer. By now, she had to have figured out that if I really
only wanted to tie them up, I could have just left them cuffed to the
railing. I could see the knowledge burning behind her bright blue
eyes. I was sure that she hadn't voiced her concerns because of
Nicole.
I set up the ladder and called down to her as I climbed it. "Kathleen,
I don't really have a name. Not really. Sir will do." I didn't want to
frighten her by suggesting that Master would also be acceptable. "Who
I am is really unimportant."
"I just feel odd, you knowing my name and me not knowing yours. After
all, I let you restrain me. That should put us on a first name basis
don't you think?"
I considered telling her my real name. I wanted her off balance a bit
so I just decided to wait. I'd tell her if the time was right. Until I
had complete control of her. I was almost sure that she was just
stalling for time. Waiting for an opportunity to either try an escape
or incapacitate me. She was a smart girl. She'd go along with whatever
I wanted to do to her, and she'd just wait for the right time. I'd
have to watch her.
"I don't have a first name. You want to make one up?"
She considered it. "You'll hurt me if I come up with one you don't
like."
Pretty bright girl. "Uh-huh." I'd reached the top of the ladder. I
reached up and touched the rafter above me. Idly I wondered if any of
the girls could see me up here through the private window in the
manager's office. I glanced down. Damn good thing I wasn't afraid of
heights. I idly considered what would happen if I fell off this thing.
Perhaps I should have made Christi or Jane do this. Too late now.
I fished a length of rope out of my pocket and looped it over the
rafter. It was one of those warehouse steel beams. Strong as hell. It
would need to be.
I let the end of the rope fall to the floor, six meters down. I
gripped the other end and descended the ladder, pulling the rope down
with me. After I reached the bottom, I retrieved a can of apple juice
from the shelves and tied it off. Didn't want the rope slipping back
up. I gathered up the ladder and moved it off to the side.
Kathleen looked up at me from her seated position.
"What's the rope for?"
"You are a smart girl. What do you think it is for?"
"Us."
"Uh-huh."
She glanced at Nicole who was pulling gently at her cuffed wrist. By
extension pulling at Kathleen. Kathleen just suffered the motion in
her right hand quietly. Thinking. Probably wanting to ask more, but
afraid of frightening Nicole further. Knowing that this wasn't as
innocent as it appeared.
"Why?" She finally asked.
I considered my answer. This could go two ways. If I managed to
frighten Nicole, then Kathleen was going to become uncooperative. She
was being cooperative to spare Nicole and thinking that doing what I
told her would prevent her from being hurt, or raped. In that she was
correct. At least, she wasn't going to get punished if she cooperated.
She was sparing herself a lot of agony. She didn't know that though.
She would still hurt, but not like she would if she actively resisted.
But if Nicole got spooked, then she really had no reason to cooperate
and she might become a little more dangerous. I'd probably have to use
my gun. At least as a threat.
"You are going to be in the way if I leave you here." I made something
up on the spot. Not particularly plausible, but Nicole wasn't really
in any shape to notice.
She nodded. Not understanding, but realizing that she wasn't ever
likely to understand why some strange guy could freeze people and
wanted to unfreeze her and tie her up.
She raised her right arm, carrying Nicole's wrist with her. I
carefully released the cuff from Kathleen and guided the free end to
the railing. I cuffed Nicole directly to the railing. I then released
Kathleen from the rail and recuffed her hands in front of her. Her
blue eyes held a questioning look, but she didn't complain. She just
accepted the bonds.
I guided the girl to the shorter end of the rope. The end I'd
protected from escaping from the rafter with the can of apple juice. I
slipped the rope from the can and attached the end to the chain
between Kathleen's wrists. She squirmed a bit.
She glanced over her shoulder at Nicole and then turned back. Nicole
was crying, not really paying attention to the restraint of her
friend.
Kathleen whispered to me as I attached her.
"Please. What are you going to do with us? You aren't just going to
tie us up are you?"
"I'm not sure exactly."
"You are going to hurt us? Rape us? Aren't you?" Calmly.
"Kathleen. If you cooperate, I'll try to go easy on you." She didn't
really deserve full fledged lies. I hedged around the truth a bit to
keep her calm. "And I'm not going to rape you."
She nodded. "I'll do whatever you want. Please. You don't have to hurt
us. And, I'll. I'll do *whatever* you want. Please just leave Nicole
alone. She. She can't take this. Can't you see her crying?"
Girls always seemed to come in pairs. The strong one. And the weak
one. Must be something in pairing. One always felt protective of the
other. Kathleen and Nicole. Jane and Elaine. Lynn and Janet. Catherine
and Elizabeth. Even Evelyn versus Ashley and Lisa. Kara and Julie.
Always a stronger one.
"Who is she? You look too similar to be friends."
"We are friends. But she's also a cousin. A distant one. That's why
there is a resemblance. Please. Don't hurt her. I'll do whatever it is
you want. You want me? I'll let you have me. I'll give you whatever
you want willingly. Just let her go. Please?"
"I'll try not to hurt her, but I need her secured as well."
"She is secured." Perceptive. No fright in her eyes anymore. "I'll
start to resist you if you don't let her go."
"Kathleen. Be smart. You don't want to resist. And how do you know
that I'm not turned on by a girl resisting? Huh?"
"Shit. You are a bastard. What are you going to do to us? Me?"
"Right now, I'm serious. I just want to have you both bound. Easy. A
little embarrassing. But I'm trying to make sure that you aren't
really uncomfortable. You are somewhat comfortable because you've been
behaving so far."
"Actually, I noticed. My brothers used to tie my up worse than this."
She knew I wasn't lying about making her uncomfortable at least.
"I'm going to move Nicole over. Alright? I won't hurt her. I promise."
"Please. Just let us go. You don't have to do this."
I smiled at her, but ignored her plea. I returned to Nicole who looked
up at me with frightened eyes. Her eyes, I noticed, were brown.
Matched her hair.
"Nicole. Honey. I'm just going to move you over there with Kathleen.
Okay? You aren't going to do anything dumb are you?"
"N-n-no. I'll do what you want. Please. Just don't hurt me."
"You'll be comfortable enough. Okay?"
I released the cuff from the railing and coaxed the upset girl to her
feet. I handcuffed her like Kathleen. Hands in front of her. I walked
her over by her cousin. I gently pulled on the other end of the rope.
The rafter working like a pulley. Kathleen's hands rose and though I
could feel the weight of her arms, she didn't resist.
"Nicole? Raise your hands above your head. High. Reach for the
ceiling."
She just stood there crying.
"Nicole? Sweety?" Kathleen spoke to her friend. "You have to do what
he says. Or he's going to hurt me. Please? It's just me that you are
going to be attached to. Please? For me?"
Nicole looked up and raised her hands above her head. Fingers
outstretched towards the ceiling.
I wrapped the rope around the short chain between her wrists and tied
it off. I had to reach up a little, but neither girl was all that
tall. I was able to secure the knot adequately. I stepped back from
the bound women to check the scene. The women just stood quietly with
their arms bound above them. Their cashier uniforms pulled tight
across their chests with the arms high position. Breasts flattened
against their jerseys. There was slack in the tethering rope, but the
women couldn't move very far apart. Any movement on the part of one
was transferred through the tether to the other girl. I nodded. It
would do.
Kathleen spoke. "Don't make me regret letting you do this to me."
Chapter 93
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I left the two cashiers and slowly made my way back upstairs. As I
approached the manager's office I could hear soft voices inside.
Jane's and Kara's. I stood outside the doorway and listened.
Kara's voice floated through the door. "You are freer than I am.
Please."
Jane's quiet voice. "I can't. I wish I could. God how I wish that I
could."
"But, he's not here. I'm not suggesting that we attack him. I know it
won't work. But, I could get out of here. Get help."
"Didn't you say that you yelled earlier?"
"I don't understand why the police aren't here yet. God, this hurts."
"It looks like it. Jane? Kara? Whatever your name is? You have to
listen to him. You have to obey him. I know it is hard. I know you are
an independent woman. So am I. I know it doesn't look like it. But I
was. You aren't going to like what he wants you to do. But believe me,
you have to do it. It will be over soon. I promise. I know that he
doesn't want to keep you. You'll be freed if you cooperate." Jane
spoke soothingly to the other woman.
"Oh God. I can't take this much longer. Just. Please. If you won't
untie me, please get these things off my nipples. Please?"
"I can't. I'm so sorry. I feel for you. I really do. I know how much
that hurts. Having clamps on your nipples. But he could be outside the
door listening right now. I'm not allowed to move."
"He's not here, goddammit. Why are you so afraid of him?"
"Kara. Listen to yourself. Your feet are blue. Your breasts have a
half dozen clothespins on them that you can't remove. You've been
slapped. My God. Aren't you afraid of him?" Jane reasoned.
"I just want out of this."
"I know you do, sweety. I know." It sounded strange this teenager
calling a woman twice her age 'sweety', but Jane managed to pull it
off. Strange situation. "He'll let you out if you cooperate and don't
go out of your way to piss him off."
There was a pause. I was about to walk in, I had my hand on the
doorknob when I heard Julie's soft voice begin.
"He's. He's not really going to make us do that is he?"
Christi's voice floated through the thin door. "Honey? Julie? You have
to try and get used to the idea. He is going to make you two have sex
together. Honestly."
"I can't do it."
"Sweetheart. That's what I thought as well, the first time he made me
have sex with a woman. God. I hated it. I still do."
"Then why?"
"Why do I do it for him? I don't have a choice. The alternative is so
much worse. Jane. She's been through it. I've seen her screaming. I
couldn't do that. So I just close my eyes and make love to whoever he
tells me to. I just try to forget it's a woman. It's just skin. I know
it's hard to think that way, but you are going to have to try. It
won't kill you. But the alternative might. I don't want to watch if
you can't do it."
"What. What will he do to me? What did he do to Jane?"
"Honey, he'll probably whip you. If you are lucky."
"Wh-whip me? I. I think I can do that. It would be better than having
sex with Kara. I mean Jane. I don't even know what I mean, I'm so
scared."
"You don't know what it feels like. Look at Kara ... Jane. Now imagine
that ten times worse and ten times longer."
"I. I can't have sex with her. I can't."
"Yes you can. Believe me, he'll keep whipping you until you either
pass out or beg to make love to her. You will do what he asks. You
can't take that pain."
"I can."
"Honey. He'll whip you on your breasts. Between your legs. Your face.
You can't take that very long. I've seen much stronger women than you
begging to be raped by a dog rather than take another stroke across
the nipples. You'll do anything to avoid another stroke. Trust me. It
hurts."
There was another pause here. I thought I could hear the bound girl
quietly weeping. I heard Christi mutter, "God. I wish I could move."
"I know," Jane's voice filtered through. "Me too."
I slowly opened the door and peeked in. Julie was hanging in her
ropes. Pulling weakly at them. Crying softly. Kara just glared at me
in hate as I walked in. Jane and Christi turned their heads.
Christi spoke first. "Sir? Permission to go to Julie?"
I nodded. Christi scrambled to her bare feet, her handcuffs jangling.
She knelt again near Julie's bound feet and stroked the girl's thigh.
Whispering to her. Trying to calm her. Julie wept, but seemed to be
reacting to the female comfort. Calming a little.
Amy just looked over her gag. Trying to speak through it to get my
attention. Wanting it out. I'd remove it for her, but I had some other
things to take care of first.
I walked over and sat in front of Kara again.
"Well? How's the breasts?"
"They fucking hurt, you son-of-a-bitch."
"I see. You want me to take them off you?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you actually look pretty in them," I remarked casually.
"Bastard."
"Do you want me to take them off you?"
"Yes."
"Beg."
"Beg? You fucked up maniac. Never."
I slapped her. Not hard, but enough to remind her that she was the one
tied into her chair, not able to move away. Tears sprang to her eyes
as the blow settled into her face. She looked up at me again with
loathing.
I reached forward and grasped the two clothespins attached to her sore
nipples. I gently pulled them out from her bare breasts. Her face
registered disbelief at the level of the pain, seconds before her
mouth opened and she screamed.
"Argh. Please. Oh fuck. My nipples. Please. Please. Please. That
hurts. Oh God. Let me go. I'll do what you want. I'll beg. I'll beg.
Please. No. Stop."
I released her nipples and her breasts snapped back against her chest.
She sagged in her ropes. Moaning.
I left her there and hopped off her desk. I walked to her window,
waiting for her pain to subside. Kathleen was standing close to
Nicole. I had a perfect view of the two bound girls on the store
floor. Kathleen was on her tiptoes trying to reach the knots holding
her hands. Her fingers scrabbling at the tether holding her arms up
and to her cousin. Nicole was trying to give her as much slack as she
could. With the handcuffs interfering and the way I'd tied the knots
in the tether, Kathleen was going to have a hell of a time even
reaching the knots, much less loosening them. For now, I'd let her
try.
I turned back to Kara. Stroking her hair from behind. She just sat
still and suffered the touch.
I hopped back up on the desk. Facing her. Her eyes were still tearing
but she had gotten the old defiance back again. She opened her mouth
to say something. I slapped her again before she could get the words
out.
"Ow. Please. What was that for?"
"I felt like it."
"God. Please. I was just going to tell you ..."
I slapped her again. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. Not
understanding why she was being hit.
"Owowow. Please. Stop slapping me. I'll do whatever it is you want."
I slapped her again. This time she tensed for it and her face flipped
to the side. Slowly she brought her face back around. I wasn't hitting
her that hard. Her face would sting for a while, but there wouldn't be
any lasting damage. Couple of red hand prints. I'm sure it wasn't
comfortable but overall she'd be fine.
"Please?" she implored me. Not having a clue what I wanted. How she
could stop me from slapping her.
I slapped her other cheek. Her head rocked. She turned back towards
me. Hate burning in her eyes, but this time she kept her mouth closed.
She just waited for the next slap.
I leaned back on the desk and just regarded her. Her pinned breasts
heaving as she softly cried.
"Have you been thinking about Julie?" I asked her.
"Please."
I slapped her again. Her left cheek again. Her cheeks were getting
really red. Tears were free flowing down the reddened cheeks. Her head
rocked to the right and she wept there for a moment. Finally she
turned her head back towards me. Beginning to understand that she
wasn't to speak.
I waited a few moments and then repeated the question.
"Have you been thinking about Julie?"
This time, Kara just shook her head in the negative. I stroked her
face instead of slapping it this time.
"You realize that you two are going to have sex for me?"
A confused look on her face. So wanting to talk to me about this.
Wanting to somehow persuade me not to play this perverse game.
She shook her head. Wrong answer. I slapped her face again. Right
cheek. Her head rocked to the left. Weeping. She didn't turn her face
back this time. She spoke, turned away from me.
"I can't. Please. I'll do whatever else you ... aahhhhhhh. Please. No
more. Fuck. That hurts. Oh God. Please. My nipples. My poor nipples.
Fuck. Stop. No more. Please. For the love of Christ. Stop."
I released her nipple pins. As soon as the pain faded she managed to
turn her face back towards me. The spark of defiance still showed
through her pain. I slapped her. Harder this time. Still not telling
her why. I think she was beginning to make the connections. She
speaks, she gets slapped. If she tries to avoid it, her nipples get my
attention and she gets slapped anyway. Harder.
After she managed to get control of herself, she slowly turned her
face back towards me. Begging with her eyes.
"You realize that you two are going to have sex for me, right?"
She took a deep breath. Still wanting desperately to protest. She
slowly nodded.
"Because you are going to sit there and get slapped unless you do as
you are told. Right?"
She nodded again.
"So. Don't you think that you should be thinking about that nude woman
currently tied to that chair over there?"
Another look of confusion crossed her face. Not wanting to answer but
knowing she had to. She nodded again.
I stroked her short blonde hair. "Good girl."
Her face flushed. I could see her wanting to turn her face away in
shame, but knew the consequences. Her nipples knew the consequences.
"Now. Do you want those clothespins off your breasts?"
A big nod. Easy to tell the truth here.
"How about having your ankles loosened?"
Another huge nod.
"Do you want to make love to Julie?"
A look of confusion crossed her face. Tears welling up again. She
slowly nodded. Thinking that this was the answer I wanted. I knew that
she was lying. I gave her a light slap. Not even enough to really feel
compared to the others, but enough for her to know that she had done
something wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Afraid. Not
knowing what the hell I wanted from her. Not being able to ask.
She slowly shook her head. Negative.
"Kara. I just want the truth. I know that you don't want to make love
to her. I still am going to enjoy watching you do it, but I know that
you don't want to."
She nodded. Slowly. Tears falling. She understood. She understood the
pain of the slaps.
"Now. I gave you a chance to get those clothespins off your breasts
once before. By begging. And you messed it up. So I guess that you'll
have to live with them for a while. You want to beg to have your
ankles loosened?"
She closed her eyes and nodded.
"You can speak now."
No hesitation this time. "Oh God. Please. I'm begging you. I can't
feel my toes. They're numb. I don't want to lose them. I'm afraid.
There's no circulation at all. I'll get down on my knees if you'll let
me."
"Beg Jane. Not me."
Confusion crossed her face. But she was beginning to see that
disobedience caused discomfort and punishment. Whether it made any
sense to her or not. And she really was worried about her feet. That I
could see. She was trying desperately to twist in her ankle ropes,
trying to find somewhere to allow some circulation. There simply
wasn't any position because of the tightness of the ropes. She could
barely even twist her ankles.
"Jane? Please? I'm begging for my feet. Please? The ropes on my
ankles. They are too tight. Oh God. I'm going to lose my feet. I don't
want to lose them. Please. Have mercy on me. I'm not asking to be
released. Just loosened. Just a bit. Please? Let me have circulation?
I'm begging you."
I turned to Jane. Still on her knees behind Julie.
"Jane? You think that you can loosen these things with your hands
cuffed?"
"It will take me a while. But if she cooperates ..." Jane's voice
trailed off.
"You going to cooperate?" I turned to Kara.
"Yes, sir."
"Come here, Jane."
She rose to her bare feet and padded over to the desk. I had her raise
her hands and I released her handcuffs letting them dangle from her
left wrist. She immediately knelt and gasped as she saw the pair of
blue bare feet in front of her. Her fingers immediately began to work
at the knots. They were my knots so she didn't have as much trouble as
if she'd tied them. In a few minutes, Kara's right foot was free of
the chair leg. I watched as the pink colour returned to her lower
extremity. Tears of relief dripped down her face. Jane worked on her
left foot while I talked to her.
"Kara?"
She looked at me. Almost defeated.
"Are you sorry about the handcuffs?"
She slowly nodded. I actually believed that she was.
Her left foot came free of the ropes. She flexed her toes. The colour
returning to her left foot as well.
Suddenly she gasped. Pain crossing her face. Pulling at her handcuffs.
Tears of pain crawling down her cheeks again.
"Please. Oh God," she gasped out. "My feet. Oh my God. My feet."
"What's the matter?"
"Tingling. Pins and needles. Oh God. I can't take it." Trying to hold
her bare feet still against the floor.
"Janey? Massage her feet."
"Sir? That will hurt her."
"I know. Kara? You keep your feet still for Jane. Okay?"
"Oh God. Please don't touch .... God. Oh God. Please. I'll do anything
you want. They fucking hurt. Please make her stop. Oooowwwwwww."
I let the woman suffer, eventually Jane's fingers massaging the blood
back into the poor woman's feet. I could see the relief flow into her
features as the pain faded.
"Jane. Retie them. But not as tight. Okay?"
Jane nodded and I hopped off the desk, leaving the tormented women to
finish. I crouched in front of Julie. My forearms easily rested on her
bare thighs. Christi was still kneeling there, stroking the girl.
She'd raised up on her knees and was stroking the girl's long brown
hair with her cuffed hands.
"Julie?"
She was still quietly sobbing. Probably scared by what I'd done to
Kara.
Christ whispered in the girls ear. "Julie, honey? You have to answer
him. You don't want to feel what Kara felt, do you?"
"Please? Don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want."
"That's good. So you'll make love to Kara for me?"
"I. I'm not sure I can."
"But you'll try?"
"I'm not a lesbian. Please don't make me do that."
Christi spoke up. "Remember what we talked about, Julie? You have to
try."
"I'll try. Just don't slap me. Please?"
I ran my fingertips down her bare exposed breasts and she cringed. I
rose.
Jane had finished re-tying Kara's ankles. I crouched and double
checked the knots. I'd never caught her not tying up a girl to the
best of her ability. Kara wasn't going anywhere but her feet wouldn't
fall asleep due to lack of circulation again. I ran my finger along
Kara's right instep and up her calf. She shuddered but was smart
enough not to make a complaint.
"Thanks, Jane."
She just smiled. Knowing that she was damn good at knots. She crawled
out from the foot of Kara's chair. Knelt by Julie's chair.
"Christi? Jane? On your feet."
The girls obediently rose to their feet with me. I recuffed Jane's
hands. She made no complaint. I guided them towards the doorway. Their
bare feet moving ahead of me. As we passed the door, I turned back to
the remaining women.
"Amy?"
She turned towards me hopefully. Forced to remain voluntarily
immobile. Her hands still cuffed behind her. The ball gag still
stretching her mouth.
"I'll let you out of that gag when I get back."
Her face fell. Hoping for the use of her mouth again. But silently
accepting her punishment. Not having much choice. Not as though she
could take it out of her own mouth.
"Julie and Kara? When I get back, you should be ready to have sex.
Okay?"
Kara defeated, nodded. Julie shook her head. Neither was very
enthusiastic about it. Julie pulled once more at the ropes holding her
bare body and gave up. Slumping in the bonds.
I picked up the pack and I closed the door as I walked out with the
girls.
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Once outside the office, I quickly connected leashes to their throat
collars.
"You didn't have to slap her that hard, you know." Christi spoke to me
as we made our way out of the employee area and back down the stairs.
Tugging a bit against the leash.
"She was not being obedient."
"She's new. She doesn't even know what is expected of her. You didn't
even tell her why you were slapping her. Torturing her."
"She figured it out."
"Sometimes you are such a bastard."
I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her. Jane stopped as well,
gazing at us. We'd almost made it to the bottom of the stairs. The
cuffed blonde in front of me was shaking a bit. I couldn't tell if it
was anger or fright.
"Christi. Do you want to be the next one being slapped?"
She paled. Suddenly really frightened. I couldn't blame her.
"No sir. Please. I'm sorry. Truly I am," she managed to get out
shakily. "You don't have to hurt me."
"I don't want to hear anymore about how I'm treating them. I'm not in
the mood to put up with it. Alright?"
Tears had begun to form in Christi's eyes and she clamped her mouth
shut and nodded slowly. Not understanding. Frightened. Jane looked
like she was about to say something but decided not to. Her mouth set
in a grim line.
I opened the door and let the girls walk out into the store again.
They padded out and stood waiting for me to join them. I walked them
along the back of the store, and finally down the aisle leading to the
front of the store. As we approached, Kathleen and Nicole both stared
at us. Not quite believing that I was leading a pair of nude women by
their throats, their hands in handcuffs down the store aisle towards
them. Along the way, I picked up some broom handles as we passed.
Kathleen found her tongue first. "Oh God. Is that our fate too?"
Christi and Jane just sank to their knees on the store tiles. Keeping
their mouths shut. I walked over to the bound cashiers.
"Kathleen, that isn't your fate. I promise you. We are just going to
have some fun and then I'll release you. If you cooperate."
"By fun, you mean rape. And I let you tie me up. I have been
cooperating. I thought that you weren't going to hurt us. Why should I
believe that you'll let us go after raping us."
Nicole was almost incoherent in fright. Tears running down her pretty
face.
"You can't. But I can't keep you like I'm keeping them."
"Why not?"
Jane spoke from her kneeling position on the floor. "Honey. You'll end
up doing what he wants anyway. Trust me. It doesn't much matter if
he's telling the truth or not. I've been with him long enough to know
that it is always just better to cooperate with him."
"Who are you?" Kathleen asked the naked kneeling girl.
"I'm Jane. And I have no idea if he's even going to punish me for
talking to you. I'm frightened like hell, and I just don't want to see
you hurt more than necessary. Please. Just listen to him."
Kathleen nodded. "You'll let us go after you've had your fun?"
I nodded. "I can't keep you."
She looked a bit confused, but didn't question it again. "If I
willingly have sex with you, will you let Nicole go? Spare her at
least?"
"I can take whatever I want from you. And from her."
The first tears began to form in her eyes. "I swear. I'll give you the
best time of your life. I don't. Have much experience, but I'll make
it up in effort. I'll try my best. You won't regret it. Please." She
tried to move towards me, but the tether stopped her short.
"Kathleen. You don't really want to do that."
"Of course, I don't. But I don't have much else to bargain with, now
do I?"
I picked up the scissors from the pack. Kathleen's face went ashen.
Her mouth moved, but no sound came out.
"Oh God. You know I'll do whatever you want. Please. Don't hurt us. I
don't want to die," she finally managed to gasp out. She thought that
I was going to use the scissors on her body.
"Relax. You'll be fine if you don't move. I'm just going to relieve
you of those pretty uniforms."
"You are going to cut our clothes off. You don't have to do that. I'll
take them off if you just release me for a moment. I'll let you tie me
back up. Please."
I ignored her and moved to her bound body. She aimed a kick at me, but
her body was stretched upwards by the ropes and she wasn't able to get
it to land with any force. Just glanced harmlessly off my hip.
I stepped towards her. Cutting off any further kicks. I grabbed her
lower jaw and held her face. Staring into her frightened eyes.
"Kathleen, you don't want to do this. You don't want to resist. Listen
to Jane," I hissed.
"You are going to rape me anyway. What the hell do I have to lose?"
"This." I slapped her hard across the face. Her head rocked to the
side and involuntary tears formed in her eyes. Defiance burned in
them. She struggled not to cry out.
"I don't care. Slap me all you want. I'll still kick you whenever you
give me a chance. And god help you if you ever let me out of these."
Meaning the handcuffs.
"Kathleen. Honey. I'm not going to slap you. I just wanted you to feel
how much it hurts. I know you can take it. I just wanted you to know
that for every kick you aim at me, Nicole gets a slap like the one I
just gave you. Understand?"
"You are a bastard."
"Now, you are going to let me cut your clothes off, right?"
She nodded. Hate burning in her eyes.
I slipped the sharp shears into the throat of her uniform. She
shuddered at the touch of the cold steel against her bare skin. In one
quick motion I tore the material down her front. I snipped out the
straps of her bra, cutting it between her breasts. A few more cuts and
the garments lay crumpled on the floor. I stepped back. She was well
built. High firm breasts. Small nipples becoming erect at their
exposure. She was shaking, but still managed to glare at me. Probably
beginning to feel more vulnerable being topless.
I repeated the procedure on Nicole. Nicole was far more cooperative.
Just standing still while her top was removed. Same build. Almost the
same nipples.
I walked back to Christi and Jane. I crouched and released their
hands. They remained on their knees idly rubbing their wrists. Afraid
to speak.
"Jane. I know you don't want to do it, but I want you to tie their
feet apart. To those broomsticks."
Without a word, Jane scrambled to her feet and obeyed. Taking some
rope from the pack and approaching the girls. Whispering to Kathleen.
Trying to calm her. Both girls allowed the spreaders on their ankles
without need of coaxing. Jane was pretty persuasive when she had to
be.
She returned and knelt back beside Christi.
"Now. Both of you. I want to hear them scream."
Christi spoke up. "Please don't make us do this. They'll do whatever
you want."
"Christi. Honey. What I want is to hear them scream."
"They'll have sex with you if you want. Wouldn't that be better than
making us make them scream?"
"Perhaps after they've screamed."
"You don't have to do this."
"I know."
"But you can. What's up with you today? You are scaring me. Scaring
the hell out of everyone," Christi finally broke down and raged a
little at me.
"Not sure. Just do what I ask, and you can avoid punishment."
"Yes sir," Christi's face fell, not understanding, but knowing that
she couldn't take the punishment that I would give her for disobeying.
I reached into the pack and withdrew the crop and a small stranded
whip I'd picked up in the adult store before snatching Jane. Their
eyes widened at the sight of the implements.
Jane moaned. "I. I don't think I can."
"Janey. You have to. I want to see them both across the breasts."
"They aren't ready for it. They can't. I can't."
"Remember what this feels like across your breasts? Want to feel it
again? I'm in the mood."
"If it will get me out of hitting them. They. Don't deserve it. They
haven't done anything but obey you."
"Jane. Listen to me. I know that you can take the pain. And that you'd
gladly let me whip you until you passed out to avoid this. But
eventually you'd break. I'd make you beg to whip them to make it stop.
Believe me. It won't get you out of it. Remember Amy?"
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You bastard. Which one
do I have to hit?"
"Nicole. Christi, you get Kathleen."
"Why? What did they do to deserve a breast cropping?" Christi tried to
reason with me.
"Nothing. I just want to see it."
"Hit me instead. I deserve it more than they do. They're just
frightened girls trying to do what you want. It's not fair," Christi
choked out the offer.
"Christi. Darling. I'm going to hurt them, and then just return them.
They won't remember a thing. Remember the time thing? I wouldn't do
this to them if I was going to keep them."
The two nude girls nodded. Not quite understanding why I was making
them do this, but realizing that the other women's pain would be
temporary at least.
I settled myself to the floor to watch. Kathleen's eyes widened as she
watched Christi and Jane approach with the whips.
She questioned them silently, begging with her eyes for them to
release her.
"Please. What are you going to do to us?" she finally asked.
Jane closed her eyes.
"Kathleen. Honey. He's going to make us hurt you. A lot."
"Oh God. Please. I haven't done anything. Please just let us go. I.
I'm not good with pain."
"I'm so sorry. I tried everything to make him not do this to you. I
even offered myself in your place. He wants to hear you scream. I
don't know why."
"You are going to whip us? God. How can you do that?"
"I. I don't have a choice. He'll. Punish me if I don't. And
eventually, I'll do it anyway. Please don't make it harder than it
already is."
Jane moved towards Kathleen and hugged her fiercely. I could hear her
soft voice whispering. "Kathleen. It's going to hurt. A lot. Don't
hold back. Just scream your heart out. It helps."
"You've been whipped?"
"Yes."
The girls separated.
"I really don't want to do this. But. I just have no choice," Christi
spoke to the bound woman in front of her.
"I know."
"You ready?"
Kathleen nodded her head. Bracing herself.
Christi stepped forward with the crop. I heard her whisper, either to
herself or Kathleen, "Forgive me."
I heard the whistle of the crop through the air. Watched as the tip
crashed heavily into Kathleen's chest. Catching her just above the
nipples. A red line appearing immediately. Her bare breasts dancing on
her chest. The look of complete shock on her face as she realized that
she really wasn't ready for this kind of pain. Her mouth opened and
cried out her pain in one long sound.
"Aiiieieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," she screamed wonderfully.
I heard the smaller whip land on Nicole's breasts. She followed her
cousin's wail of despair as the pain settled into her body.
Kathleen was crying and pulling at her bound feet and hands. Jane had
closed her eyes. Wobbly on her bare feet. Looking decidedly sick about
this.
Christi let another fall onto the still crying girl. Kathleen tensed
and cried out again.
"Aiiiieeeeee. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Please no more. It hurts. Mercy. I'll
do whatever you want. Please."
Nicole was simply hysterical as her breasts were caught again by
Jane's strands. She was already broken. Screaming incoherently and
crying. Sagging against her handcuffs, pulling Kathleen's arms up
painfully through the tether. Not even having the energy to beg.
Kathleen began to beg. "Please. Whoever you are. God. You have tits.
You know what this feels like. Please no more. I'm begging you. I
can't take it."
Christi closed her eyes, bring the crop down against the bound woman's
nipples.
She arched backwards and her mouth opened in a soundless scream.
Incoherent. Tears falling unheeded down her face. Struggling against
the steel and the ropes holding her body helpless.
She finally caught her breath. Crying.
"God. Please. Stop. No more. I can't take any more. If you have to hit
me hit me somewhere else. Not the tits. You are going to kill me.
Please," she whispered. "I'm going to pass out if you hit me again."
Christi closed her eyes and raised her bare arm again. Having to hit
her until I told her to stop. I watched as Jane whipped Nicole's
breasts again. The girl arched with the blow and screamed. But her
voice was already getting hoarse. Her eyes were closed and she would
pass out with another blow. Both girls. I could tell.
"Hold." I spoke to the nude women. I rose to my feet and approached
Christi.
"Thank God," she whispered. "She was going to pass out. You fucking
bastard. Are you fucking happy?"
Kathleen was slumped in her bonds, hanging from her wrists. Breathing
heavily, sobbing at the pain radiating from her chest. I ignored
Christi and stood by Kathleen.
"Had enough?"
"Good Christ," she gasped out. "You have no fucking idea how much this
hurts. I want to die."
"You won't die."
"Please. No more. I'll do anything you want. I would have before. You
don't have to keep hitting me. Please."
"So, you don't want any more crops to your breasts?"
"Please. I'm going to pass out. I almost did on the last one. What do
you want from me? I'll fuck you. I'll let you do anything to me.
Anything. You can have me anyway you want me. Just. Stop. Hitting. Me.
And Nicole. Please."
"How about your pussy?"
"You can have sex with me. I don't care."
"I meant, instead of your breasts."
"You want to hit me between the legs? Good God. Why? Please no more."
I turned to Christi. "Cut her pants off."
Christi just looked at me. "You can't be serious. She'll faint. If you
don't destroy her forever."
"Forever isn't very long for her."
"Please. Don't kill me. I swear. I'll be your sex slave forever. I
don't want to die." Kathleen interrupted. Probably misinterpreting my
forever isn't very long for her comment. Christi had begun to cut the
green uniform pants from Kathleen's body. Her long legs were exposed.
Her bound feet still encased in white socks and running shoes. Christi
took a deep breath and cut the panties off Kathleen in two quick
strokes. Kathleen shuddered and begged quietly.
Jane had walked over and put her small hand on my shoulder. She
whispered in my ear.
"Please. I'll take her place. You can whip me between my legs."
I turned to her. "Whip?"
She handed it to me.
"Will you stand still while I do it?"
Tears had sprung into her eyes. She slowly spread her legs apart, bare
feet gripping the tile. She held her hands easily behind her back. She
nodded. Tears running down her cheeks. Waiting for the pain. She
closed her eyes.
I casually flicked the strands up between Kathleen's bare legs. She
was intently watching, expecting me to hit Jane instead. Her head
rocked back and her screech echoed around the store.
"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. It hurts. Please not another one. I'll do
anything. Argh. No. No. No. No. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. Shit. Please. Whip
my tits. Not my pussy anymore. Oh God. I'm going to die. I can't take
this. Please. Oh God. Please. The pain."
Jane stood in her stance. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Knowing that
she failed. And not being able to look.
I knelt down. There were faint red marks running across Kathleen's
thighs, her lips and through her light pubic hair. She was moaning and
trying to ease the terrible pain. I hadn't even hit her very hard.
Still not really knowing how hard I could hit her without causing
damage. It didn't look like any strands had penetrated the protection
of her outer lips.
I let her rest. Jane had returned to her feet. "You are such a
bastard."
All the girls were in pain. I didn't pay any mind to the name calling.
Finally, Kathleen turned her red eyes towards me. Pleading. A hurt
expression on her tear streaked face.
"Please?" she whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please stop hitting me. I swear I'll do whatever you want. I don't
even know what you want."
"What if I told you I wanted you to orgasm for me?"
"I'll masturbate for you. I'll fuck myself. I swear it. Just let my
hands free. I'll do it however you want me. On my knees? On my back? I
don't care."
"What if I had Christi rub you instead?"
"You'll stop whipping me? Having them whip me?"
"For now."
"Yes. I'll do my best to climax for you. I can't believe I'm doing
this."
"Christi? Care to give your tongue a work out?"
"Not really."
I turned to her. The blonde woman was standing there crying. Shaking.
"Come on," said a little more gently. "After she climaxes, I'll let
them both go."
"You promise?"
I nodded. I fully intended to let the girls go after this. I'd just
about gotten as much out of them as I could. Without one of them going
insane.
"Don't hit her while I'm doing this. Okay? She'll pass out. Please, I
don't want to be punished for not being fast enough. Please?"
I nodded again. I'd lay off Kathleen. She did look like she couldn't
take much more. She seemed to have a low pain tolerance. The only
reason the girl hadn't passed out was sheer will power which simply
wasn't going to last much longer. Jane would have been able to take
three times as much before she even started to beg.
Christi sank to her knees in front of Kathleen. I saw Kathleen try to
close her legs instinctively. Tears running down her face.
Christi gazed up at the frightened girl above her.
"Kathleen? Honey? I don't want to do this any more than you want it
done to you. He's not going to hurt you while I'm down here. You just
try and relax and enjoy it. Okay?"
"It's okay. I understand. I'll do my best to hurry."
Christi's head tilted up and she ran her tongue down the lips in front
of her. Spreading them with her fingers. I watched as her tongue
darted inside and flicked at Kathleen's clitoris. Within moments,
Kathleen was pressing her bound body into Christi's mouth and tongue.
Flushing. Within minutes, she had tensed, holding her breath, and
climaxed heavily. The fastest that I'd ever seen a woman climax.
Especially a woman in pain. Her pussy had to still be tender from my
kisses with the whip.
Christi rocked back on her bare heels. A self satisfied smile on her
lips. Working her tongue back and forth. Happy that she hadn't had to
spend a half hour between the other girl's legs.
"You getting better at that?" I asked her.
She blushed. "Maybe. But she was really wet. Didn't take much."
Kathleen blushed bright red in her bonds. I idly wondered if she just
liked girls, or whether she was yet another one that got excited by
the pain.
I walked up to Kathleen. "You alright?"
"No. I hurt like I've been run over by a truck. Are you going to let
us go now? Please? Haven't I done enough for you?"
"I don't know. Weren't you going to fuck me?"
"I will. If it will get me closer to getting out of here. God my tits
hurt."
"Christi. Jane. Come here."
The nude women padded over. I reached up and released Kathleen's right
wrist. She immediately dropped her hand to her bare breasts. Cradling
them. Tears still falling down her face. I placed Christi's left wrist
into the cuff I'd just released. I released Kathleen's left wrist and
placed Jane's right hand into it. Christi and Jane stood quietly with
their arms extended above them. Wondering what I was up to.
"I have to cuff you," I spoke a little more gently to Kathleen.
Kathleen, with an effort, held her arms out in front of her. I was
surprised that she was even able to stand. I gently turned her around.
Slipping the cuffs on her behind her back. She kicked off her shoes,
using her toes. Not bothering with the socks. I had no idea why sh'
had done that. Anticipating getting raped, perhaps she thought she'd
be more comfortable without her shoes.
I guided her off to the side. Her stocking feet swishing ahead of me.
A little distance from Nicole, Jane and Christi, I stopped her.
She looked into my eyes. Tears still falling down her face.
"Please. I don't want to do this."
"That's alright. I won't force you to. I can put you back on the
tether line. I can always have sex, whenever I want. I don't have to
force you."
"Are you going to hurt me more, if I choose to go back? Are you going
to hurt me until I have sex with you?"
"No."
"You'll just leave me alone?" Her face registered incomprehension. At
last, her eyes lit up with understanding. "You'll hurt Nicole until I
have sex with you?"
"I won't hurt her anymore either. I told you. Jane or Christi are
there if I need release."
"I said I'd fuck you and I will. I don't go back on my promises. If
you want it, I'm here." She looked at me defiantly. Her hands pulling
at the cuffs behind her.
"Kathleen. Sweetheart. You can go back on this one. I just whipped the
hell out of you. Forced you into lesbian acts. Hurt you. Threatened
you. You would have said anything to make it stop."
"I would have done anything to avoid it in the first place. You didn't
have to whip me," she said accusingly.
"I know. You are a smart girl."
"Why did you whip me?"
"Because I enjoyed it."
"You enjoyed me hurting? Screaming?"
"Yes. I enjoyed watching you naked and squirming and begging."
"At least it wasn't for nothing," she remarked caustically. "Why? Why
does hurting a defenseless, vulnerable girl turn you on?"
"I don't know. Just in my nature."
"Is it possible to like being hurt? And abused?" she asked quietly.
"I think so. But I imagine it's rare. Christi said you were ready for
her."
"You mean the sex afterwards?"
"Yeah."
"I was wet."
"Why?"
"Maybe my body just reacted to the pain. Found some way of turning it
into something more pleasurable. I didn't like the whipping if that is
what you are thinking. I'd even fuck you to avoid it again. Please.
Just fuck me and get it over with."
"How about Christi?"
"She's very attractive. You want me to do her as well?"
"You don't mind sex with girls." A statement.
"Not really. I liked it then. I climaxed. It wasn't a fake. But I was
pretty screwed up. The pain. It still hurts. I've never been with a
girl before, if that's what you are asking. I just want this to end.
Please." This girl had regained her calm. Almost distant. Distancing
herself from the things happening to her.
One mystery solved. In the very least she was bisexual. And not
embarrassed about it.
"Come on. I'll take you back. Release you."
"You don't want sex?"
"Sure I do. But you really don't. I'll get my relief later."
"Thank you. I would have fucked you, you know. Even without the cuffs
and the threats." She rattled the chain behind her. "I promised and I
would have. I wouldn't have tried to kill you until after we'd
finished." She actually managed to flash me a smile.
I led her back to the tether. I reached up and released Christi and
Jane. They both wore big expressions of confusion. Not having a clue
what had just happened. Not understanding why I hadn't forced her to
have sex with me. I wasn't quite sure why I hadn't either.
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I moved Christi and Jane off to the side where they stood quietly.
Shifting their weight a bit uncomfortably.
I turned to Kathleen. I released her wrists. I watched as a quick
thought of escape or revenge flashed past her blue eyes. She took a
deep breath and lowered her eyes.
"What do you want me to do now?" she inquired quietly.
"Just go give Nicole a hug."
"Excuse me?"
"Just go give your cousin a hug. She's pretty upset over there."
Wonder crossed her delicate features as she limped over to where
Nicole was still standing. Her topless body slumped in her bonds, but
she hadn't quite fallen yet. Her feet bound apart. Her marked breasts
heaving as she sobbed. Her handcuffed wrists hung in front of her.
With the weight of Jane and Christi removed from the other end of the
tether, Nicole had lowered her arms, raising the other pair of
handcuffs a few extra feet in the air at the other end of the rope.
Kathleen wrapped her free arms around Nicole. Hugging her. Breast to
breast. Not caring about her nudity. Stroking Nicole's hair and
whispering to her. The two girls crying together.
I turned to Christi and Jane, gathering up their swinging leashes.
"You are going to let them go aren't you?" Christi asked softly.
I nodded. Still lightly holding the nude girls by their leashes, I
turned to the two cashiers.
"Good-bye Kathleen."
The nearly naked girl turned her head, still holding her friend and
cousin. Tears still tracked down her cheeks. A brief look of confusion
crossed her features.
"Good-bye," she whispered. Perhaps expecting to be shot.
I narrowed the time continuum around her and her cousin. Joining them
together in their embrace. Allowing them to fall out of time,
rematerializing back by their cash registers. Their bodies undamaged.
Their uniforms back on them. Completely unaware of the torture that
they had endured.
I released Christi's leash. Not even needing to tell her what to do.
She slowly moved around the area, picking up the stray cuffs, ropes
and whips. Returning them to the pack.
Her eyes lowered, she finally picked up the pack and walked back over
to Jane and I. Pressing her leash back into my hand.
I guided the quiet girls back upstairs. They walked ahead of me, free
except for their collars. Their bare bodies looking almost dejected.
As we reached the top of the stairs I stopped their motion with a
quick tug on the leashes. They stopped, slowly turning towards me.
Their faces silently questioning me.
"You two look like you are about to get shot."
Jane spoke quietly. "I feel like I'm about to be shot."
"Too much excitement for one day?"
She nodded glumly. I gently guided the naked women into the lunchroom
instead of the office. The two guys were still sitting in the corner
smoking. The white smoke hanging around their heads. I guided Christi
and Jane to a side table away from the smokers.
I sat on the table, leaving them to stand in front of me. I unhooked
the leashes from their collars, folding the leather up in my hands.
"What's the matter?" I asked them.
"I honestly don't know," Jane spoke for both of them. Christi just
stood awkwardly, shifting her weight from bare foot to bare foot.
"Was it the cruelty?"
"I guess. I know I should be used to it by now, and you did return
them."
"But it was unfair. I know. Kathleen was ... different."
"Please. Can I speak freely? Will you punish me? I know you are in a
weird mood."
I nodded. I felt a bit drained myself. I was curious what was going
through that pretty head. Sometimes I had to remind myself that this
beautiful nude teenager actually did have a head on her shoulders. She
was usually far more perceptive than I. That her captivity must be
just about killing her.
"Kathleen didn't deserve that."
"I know. She was doing everything she could to avoid pain. And I
whipped her silly anyway. I let her off in the end."
"I know. Why didn't you rape her?"
"I couldn't."
"You couldn't?"
"No. She was. Different. She was willing, you know. She would have. To
save herself any more pain. Or to save Nicole."
"I see. You know if you want, that Christi or I will take care of you.
I'm sure even Elizabeth or Amy would, as well. You didn't have to rape
her."
"I didn't."
"You didn't have to torture her either."
I nodded slowly. "Jane. I know you can't understand this. I don't
expect you to. I. Just wanted to. That's all. I knew that I was going
to return her. She'll never remember it."
"It just seems wrong. That's all."
"I know it does, sweety. I know."
"I just feel drained. I wish you hadn't made me hit that poor girl.
She was in such pain. She was screaming. And crying. She couldn't even
beg, she hurt that much. I wish you'd done it yourself."
I took a deep breath. "She's fine now."
"What if I'm not?"
"You'll be alright. Try not to think about it. Christi? You feel the
same way?"
She nodded. Tears were brimming in her eyes.
"How about if I let you two just relax in here while I deal with our
office ladies?"
"I. I'd like that. If you'll let us," Jane spoke softly.
"You promise not to move? To behave?"
She nodded.
"Do I have to tie you into the chairs?"
"Please no. You can if you want, of course. But we'll stay where you
put us. We promise. Where would we go?"
"Alright. Sit here." I indicated the chairs beside the table. I hopped
down. The nude women slowly moved to the chair and lowered themselves
into them. Both clasping their hands on the table.
"Wrists."
The girls just raised their hands. Out towards the middle of the
table. They didn't even seem to mind that they were going to wear
cuffs again. Handcuffs were better than being tied up, hand and foot,
to the chairs they were seated in. I slipped handcuffs over their
slender wrists, connecting Christi's right hand to Jane's left. They
were facing each other. They let their hands fall to the table with a
soft jingle of chain.
"You want a snack? A drink?"
Christi's eyes lit up. "Chips? Oh God. I'd do anything for a bag of
sour cream and onion flavoured chips. I'd crawl for a bag of chips.
Please. Please. Please?"
"Jane?"
"A muffin, maybe. If there is any."
Leaving the girls at the table, I walked over to the smokers. I
wrinkled my nose at the smell as my time bubble intersected with the
air around them. I hated the smell of smoke. I briefly entertained the
idea of having the girls shove the smoker's lit cigarettes into less
comfortable orifices. The smokers had some change strewn about the
table. I freed the change from the time block and gathered it up. A
couple of bucks. They were probably headed for the vending machines
themselves in a few minutes.
I walked over to the machines. Bought a bag of Hostess chips for
Christi. I turned to the girls. They were just whispering together.
"Janey?" She looked up. "Blueberry, or chocolate chip?" I asked her.
Betting that I knew the answer.
Her soft voice floated across the silent lunchroom. "Chocolate chip.
If you are giving me a choice." She smiled. She looked beautiful when
she smiled. I won the bet with myself.
I grabbed a couple of cans of cokes from the beverage machine and
carried the food over to the table. I distributed the snacks to the
girls.
Jane looked at the junk food and I could almost hear her stomach
growl. I dropped the remainder of the change on the table with the
food. There really wasn't that much left.
"Go on. Enjoy yourselves. You haven't had a break in a long time. If
you want anything else, feel free to go buy it. Just there isn't a lot
more change."
"Your slaves thank you, Master," Jane said softly, her face flushing.
"Just enjoy the time. I'll be back for you soon."
"Thank you for not making us go back in there, and for the treats,"
Christi whispered.
I nodded to her. Watching her as she tore into the bag of chips. A
look of happiness gracing her face for the first time in a while. She
picked up a curled chip and closing her eyes let it fall between her
perfect teeth. Sighing.
I turned from the naked beauties and made my way back to the office
door. I could hear faint voices behind the door. Kara's voice. Very
faint.
"One last time. Okay? I don't know which of us he'll free, but if you
get a chance. Kick him in the balls. And run. Don't worry about the
rest of us. Okay?"
I heard Julie make a non-committal answer. Mumbling something. I
waited a few more minutes and opened the door. Amy was still on her
knees, gagged behind Julie's chair. Julie still hung in her ropes.
Kara was defiant again. Her face a little worried that I had heard
her. I gave her no indication that I had.
I walked over to Amy. I knelt behind her and unbuckled the gag from
behind her head. I felt her bare body tense as she held the gag in on
her own. Waiting. I placed my hand below her jaw and she pushed the
intrusion out of her mouth with her tongue, letting the wet ball drop
into my hand.
She swallowed a couple of times heavily. She had been drooling around
the gag. She worked her jaw back and forth. Sighing.
"Oh God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
Her face registered fright. Thinking that her instinctive gratitude
would be punished by the gag going back in. She shook her head.
Closing her eyes.
"It's alright. You can speak. Just not to them. Yet."
She let her breath out. Relief. The gag was going to stay out. For
now.
"Please. This slave wants to say she is sorry for earlier. Very very
sorry. She'll do anything not to be gagged anymore."
"Apology accepted. Just remember. No speaking to the women here. Got
it?"
She nodded her head. "Thank you for taking it out. It hurts when it
has been in that long."
"I know it does. Had to teach you a lesson though, didn't I."
"I learned."
"I doubt that very much. But for now, I'm almost sure that you'll
behave."
She hadn't told me about the plan yet. I didn't even know if she was
involved. I doubted it. But I expected her to tell me about it, at
least. Perhaps, she was just being passive. Letting the kicking plan
play out. If it worked it might be in her benefit, even if she didn't
help in it directly. I'd find out later what the heck she was
thinking. Maybe she just forgot about it, in the relief of having the
gag out. Maybe she'd still let me know about it.
I rose to my feet. Glancing at Kara and Julie.
I sat on the desk in front of Kara again. She glared at me. I didn't
particularly like that look of defiance on her face.
"You want those pins off?"
"You know I do," she almost hissed at me.
"Ready to beg to have them off?"
"You pig. Yes."
I waited.
She swallowed. Her face turning bright red. "Please? Take them off
me?"
She was having real trouble with the begging. Sounded about as sincere
as your average politician.
"Kara. You can do better than that. Do I have to hurt you some more."
"I can't beg. It's not in my nature."
"You begged to have your feet loosened."
"That was different."
"What? The clothespins don't hurt enough?"
"They hurt. But not like my feet did." The initial pain of the pins
had probably dulled to an annoying ache. Not really painful until they
were removed. I smiled at her.
"I can make them hurt more if that would help."
"You don't have to hurt me. Why are you treating me like this?"
"Because I can, Kara. Haven't you figured that out yet?"
I casually reached forward and gave her nipple pins a quick sharp
twist.
"Oh shit. Not again. Ow. Please. That hurts."
I hadn't really given them a really painful pull. Just a twist. Her
nipples just had rolled with the pressure. It hurt, I'm sure, but not
like the torment I'd put her through before.
"There. See. You can beg."
"You bastard. Just let us go."
This time I pulled the nipple clamps, and gave them a sharp twist at
the end. Stretching her bare breasts by their nipples. Holding them
like that. Her face twisted in agony. She screamed.
"Ahhhhhhh. God. Please. Stop. No more. I'll do what you want. I'll
beg. Please. Oh God. Please take them off me. Jesus Christ. My tits.
My nipples. They hurt. Oh Jesus. Stop. Stop. Please stop."
I released the pins from my fingers. Letting her breasts fall
naturally. She gasped as the pain reduced again. Her trapped nipples
throbbing.
"Well?"
"Oh God. Okay. Please. I'm begging you. Take them off me."
"No."
"Why? What have I ever done to you? I'm sitting here, in pain. Please.
I'll do anything you want. Just take the damn things off my tits.
Please."
That sounded a bit better. I reached forward and flicked one of the
clips on her left breast. Enough to dislodge it. The clip snapped over
her pinched skin and fell to the floor.
"Oh God." She gasped as the pain of the removal hit her.
I continued in this way with all the clips except the ones clamping
her by now very sensitive and sore nipples. She cried out as each clip
left her skin.
She looked up at me. All traces of defiance gone. She knew what was
about to happen to her. Realizing that the ones on her nipples were
really going to hurt coming off. If I flicked them off, like the
others.
"Please?" she asked plaintively. "Please just remove them normally.
I'm begging you. You have no idea how much it hurts."
I casually flicked the left clothespin off her nipple. She screamed.
"Argh. Ah. Ah. AH. God. Worse than I thought. My nipple. God, you tore
it from my tit. Shit. Please let me go. Arghhhhhh."
She screamed twice as the clip snapped off her nipple and again as the
circulation returned to the sensitive mound.
We repeated the procedure on her right breast. Her screaming. Me
watching her. Finally, she calmed as her nipples fell into a dull ache
rather than the burning agony of before. Her breathing falling back to
normal slowly.
"You ready to make love to Julie?" I asked her as she recovered.
"Fuck you."
"You really want those pins back?"
She ignored me. I gently slapped her face. Reminding her that she had
to answer.
"Please no. I can't take that again. Please. I'm sorry. I really am.
Don't slap me." She babbled in her bonds.
"You ready to make love to Julie?"
"Not really."
I turned my body and looked at Julie. Bound to her chair. "You ready?"
"Please. I. Can't. I'm not a lesbian. I've never even thought about
making love to a woman. Please don't make me do this."
I turned back to Kara. "Alright." I rubbed my hands together.
"Now. I don't want any funny business here. I'm going to release you
from the chair. You are going to fall to your knees and crawl out to
Julie. I'm going to leave her in the chair. You are going to make love
to her. Until she orgasms. Then you are going to wait for further
instructions."
She paled. Realizing that she was going have to do this. Like it or
not.
"If either one of you look like you aren't trying. I have this." I
held up the crop. "It's really nasty on bare skin. Here." I flicked it
lightly across Kara's sore breasts. She cried out at the light blow.
"Imagine that but harder. Across whatever I can reach. On Julie. On
you. Trust me, making love is far more comfortable. Do you both
understand?" Kara nodded and looking over my shoulder, Julie was just
crying. I knew that they didn't understand. That they would both need
some convincing. I'd try to keep the pain to a minimum. I really did
want to see Julie climax to Kara's attentions. And she didn't look
like the strong type that could concentrate to an orgasm while being
whipped. The applicant applying for more than she bargained for.
Chapter 96
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All Rights Reserved
I bent down on my knees. Cursing Jane's knots. I worked my fingers
trying to release the bindings around Kara's ankles. It took some
time, but I eventually managed to release her bare feet. Mindful of
any possible kick. None were forthcoming. Yet.
I rose and touched her shoulder. The naked woman wordlessly dropped to
her knees from her seat. I guided her towards Julie, ignoring her soft
protests. Julie just watched in horror as Kara approached. Creeping
forward on her knees. Hands still cuffed behind her. Her right hand
was getting noticeably bluish from the tighter cuff.
I sat up on the desk and watched the older woman creep across the
floor. Finally she sat back on her bare heels in front of Julie. She
turned her head, her eyes tearing and pleaded with me.
"Please? Don't make me do this."
"If you prefer, I can whip your breasts for a while."
"Will that get me out of this?"
"No. I'll whip you until you beg to do it."
"Oh God." She turned her face up towards Julie. "Sweety, you heard
what the other girls said. He'll do it. And I know that I'll break. No
matter how much I try to be strong. He'll whip my tits. I. I'd be in
pain, more in pain, and still doing this. Please try. For me?"
Julie nodded. Kara whispered to her. "Good girl. I can't do this
alone. I don't do this for all my applicants."
She shuddered and lowered her head. Instinctively Julie tried to snap
her legs closed, but the ropes held her bare body securely open on the
chair. Tears were rolling down the girl's face but she closed her eyes
and tried to concentrate on Kara's tongue. Probably, Jane or Christi
had advised her to just pretend it was her boyfriend or something. I
was surprised, after all the protests, I was fully expecting to have
to crop at least one of them to convince them to make love. They
continued, aware of my scrutiny of them, but trying to ignore it.
Trying to get it over with. Perhaps it was useful letting them think
about it beforehand.
Lost in her own private world, Julie had her eyes closed. Breathing
harder and harder. Fantasizing. Bare breasts rising and falling.
Faster and faster as her rate of breathing increased. Concentrating on
the sensations of Kara's soft tongue flicking across her clitoris.
Tracing her lips. Amy was kneeling watching in fascination at the sex
in front of her. I thought even her lips were flushing, her nipples
hardening. It was erotic. No matter who you were. No matter what
gender.
Finally, Julie took a deep breath and cried out. Pulling desperately
against the ropes binding her. Her soft cries filling the room.
Struggling to catch her breath.
Julie spoke, as her breath returned. "Kara? I'm done. You can stop
now."
Kara raised her head and looked at me. Instinctively knowing that she
wasn't to stop until given permission. I nodded to her. Julie slumped
against the ropes and sighed. Tears beginning to fall as she realized
that she had just had oral sex with another woman. In front of other
people. Naked and tied up like a slave. And she had managed to enjoy
it. Her face flushed.
I walked over to Amy. Crouched down behind her. I stroked her hair and
whispered in her ear. "You're next."
She shook her head wildly, her soft hair whipping across my face. I
turned her head sideways, so she could see me. "Amy, sweetheart. One
way or the other, you are next."
"Please no," she begged. "I'll do anything else. I'll let you whip me.
You can rape me. Wouldn't that be more fun? You can tie me up. Gag me.
I'll try to resist you. You can fuck me while I squirm. Please? I'll
masturbate for you even. Just not another woman. Please? I hate that."
I stroked her hair again. "Kara? Feel like doing another one?"
"Oh God. Please no. Don't make me do it again. You can fuck me. I'll
do it with Amy there. Together. Two women at once. Please."
I gently guided Amy's body down into my lap. Her cuffed hands pressing
into my lower legs. I stroked her face. "Amy. Darling. Be a good girl.
You know you don't want to be punished more than you already have
managed to earn."
"Oh God. Alright. I'll try to enjoy it for you. Just don't get the
tongue clamp out again. Please."
She melted back against me. Tried to relax.
"Kara?" She hadn't moved. Just watching in horror as Amy spread
herself out.
Amy spoke up. "Please. Kara. You have to. I've been punished before.
You don't want that. You'll be begging to lick me. Before he's even
started. Remember the clothespins? That was nothing. Remember the
slapping? That wasn't even a punishment. Come on. Come here? Please?"
Feeling her small nude body pressing down on me, I was reacting
fiercely. And I was sure that she could feel it against her bare back.
She closed her eyes.
Kara began her slow journey towards us on her knees. Hate flashing in
her eyes as she stared at me. Not quite daring to make an escape
attempt. Especially with her hands handcuffed tightly behind her. She
arrived on her knees between Amy's outstretched legs. She glared at me
sitting easily behind Amy, my arms wrapped around her, almost
protectively.
I felt Amy swallow. "Kara? I know that you don't want to do this. I
don't particularly want to do this either. But believe me, its better
than being whipped. Nobody, least of all me, thinks you enjoy this or
that you are a closet lesbian or something. You are being forced,
honey. I'll be thinking about my boyfriend. Not you. If it makes you
feel any better. As Christi says, it's just skin. Damn sensitive skin,
but just skin."
"You aren't the one licking the skin."
"I know. But I still might have to. Depends on what he wants. I
haven't had to tongue a girl yet, thank god. I don't even know if I
could. But I've been tongued enough. And I know it's a hell of a lot
better than being whipped. Trust me on that one."
Kara hesitated a bit but finally acquiesced, "I'll do it." She stared
at me. "Will you let me go if I do a good job?"
"I'll let you go if she climaxes in five minutes."
"Really?" Suspicious. "And Julie?"
"And Julie. Your time is ticking away."
"Oh God." The nude woman practically dove between Amy's legs. I had a
perfect view down Amy's bare body of the woman using her tongue. She
didn't even bother teasing her; she just dove between the folds
desperately searching for Amy's clit. Amy sighed as the tongue found
her center and began stroking her. I could see Kara twirling her
tongue around Amy's clit. Sucking gently on her. Amy had closed her
eyes and her breathing had almost immediately began to quicken.
Determined to help this woman escape my torments. Fantasizing about
whoever her real boyfriend was. Determined to climax before five
minutes were up. Struggling, trying to think of a man, rather than
Kara between her legs. Pulling against her cuffs.
Her eyes still closed she whispered to me, "Please. My nipples?
Please?"
I smiled to myself and let my hands idly stroke her bare breasts. She
arched, trying to get more contact. Shivering. I slowly circled her
erect nipples, feeling them tighten still further to my touches. She
was breathing like a train, quick short breaths. Trying to concentrate
on the sensations from the girl between her thighs and my wandering
pinching fingers on her nipples. Trying to imagine it was her
boyfriend and that she wasn't having sex with virtual strangers.
Handcuffed.
She exploded in my lap. Her whole body tensing, grinding herself into
Kara's tongue. Screaming. Her voice carrying through the entire store.
Not caring who heard her. She spasmed and collapsed into my arms.
Panting. Unable to speak. Kara, feeling the climax, raised her head
from licking and sat back on her knees. Her face flushed, her breasts
heaving. Pulling against her wrists. Tears forming, but not quite
falling from her eyes. Working her tongue through her mouth, against
her teeth. Trying to escape the taste of the other women.
I released the nipples and turned my left wrist. Glanced at the watch.
Amy saw the movement and craned her head to look at my face.
"Did. Did we make it?" she asked softly.
"Five minutes and sixteen seconds."
Her face fell. Tears almost brimming. All that fantasizing. All that
effort. For nothing. Well, not quite for nothing. I watched as Kara's
face collapsed. Her bare body shaking. Wanting to spring at me. Pound
my face. Hurt me. Not believing that she'd failed after all that. By
sixteen bloody seconds.
"Please," she begged. "I tried my best. At least let Julie go?
Please?"
"I'll do better than that. You come up here and give Amy a big kiss
and I'll let you both go. You were close. At least you tried."
Her face fell and then brightened. A kiss. After her adventures
between the other's legs, a kiss should be simple. I watched her
hesitate. Not quite sure of this. The sex had been, well, forced.
Impersonal. She didn't have to see the woman she was licking. Not
really. A kiss. She had to look at the other woman. It just seemed
more intimate somehow. Kara made her way slowly up to Amy. Amy watched
her face. The bound girl in my lap turned her face up to me.
"Please," she begged. "Don't make me do this."
"Amy. This woman has just licked you to orgasm and you have a problem
with kissing her."
"I. That's just it. She was. Just. Licking me."
I laughed. "You've never tasted yourself?"
Amy blushed and nodded. "Ick."
"Personally, I think that a woman tastes wonderful down there."
"Please? I'll kiss Julie instead. I don't mind kissing another woman.
Just. She's got me on her. And Julie." She grimaced. "Please?"
"I never knew you were so shy of yourself. You've never tasted your
fingers after, you know, masturbating?"
"I. Never. Don't."
"You never masturbated?"
She shook her head.
To my surprise Kara spoke up. "You've never masturbated? I thought
everyone did."
She shook her head again. Serious.
"That's alright. Please, Amy. I really really don't want to kiss you.
No offense. But I have to. I just want out of this. Your pussy didn't
taste that bad. And I'm sure it's faded off me by now. It's just a
taste. Think of it like a strange new food. Please? For me? And Julie?
You got gagged to try and help me before. You climaxed to help me.
Just this one last thing. He'll make us do it anyway. Please?"
Amy closed her eyes and nodded. Turned back towards Kara's waiting
lips.
Kara looked up at me. "Any particular type of kiss you want? You
bastard?"
"I don't know. Open mouth. I want to see your tongues touch."
"Oh God."
She closed her eyes as well. Amy watched with fear on her face as Kara
leaned down. Briefly opening her eyes to find Amy's lips and then
closing them again as they pressed their lips together. Amy grimaced,
but returned the kiss as best she could. I watched, fascinated, as
their lips touched and traced each other. Finally opening and allowing
the other's tongue to thrust into each other's mouth. They separated
and let me see their tongues touch as they separated. Just the tips
touching each other. Lingering. Almost intimate. Two females. Kissing.
Kara rocked back on her bare heels.
"That okay?" Absolutely no warmth on either girl's face. It was a
mechanical kiss but that was probably the best I was going to get out
of them without punishment. And Amy was already getting punished
later. She didn't know it yet, but she was.
I nodded. The girls visibly relaxed.
I concentrated on Kara and isolated her from the time continuum,
releasing her body space from this timeline. Her body vanished and
rematerialized behind her desk. I idly wondered what would happen if
I'd been sitting there at the time. Her hands held an imaginary sheet
of paper, Julie's application. I hadn't freed the entire room from
time, so that would return as I did so. Her clothes had returned to
her body. She sat frozen. Unaware of her timeless fate. Clothespins
still strewn about the floor by her feet which were now encased in
leather shoes.
I sat Amy up and released her wrists. I whispered to her, "Pick up our
equipment and then wait outside."
She turned to me. "You are going to let Julie go as well, aren't you?"
I nodded. I just was going to talk to her again, before I did. Amy
scrambled to her bare feet and began to pick up the bondage toys. The
handcuffs, the gag, the clothespins from the floor.
While Amy quietly picked up the toys, I walked over and sat down on
the floor in front of Julie. She flushed and pulled at her bonds,
suddenly very aware of her vulnerability. Her nudity. Her restraints.
The perfect view of her most private areas if I chose to look. No way
to close her legs. I rested my arms on her bound knees and looked up
at her face. She looked away. Her face flushing.
"You are a monster, you know?" she whispered.
"Didn't you have fun?"
"What the hell do you think? How would you like having to strip naked
for some sick stranger? Tied up like some sort of animal? Threatened?
Forced to have sex for their amusement? Shit. I forgot. You are the
guy and I'm just a helpless female. Right? I don't count."
"Julie? Calm down. It was just a question. I'm not here to torment you
any longer."
"It's hard. You know? I ache."
"I know, sweetheart. I'm going to let you go in a minute."
"What did you do to Kara?"
"You mean the Amy thing? Or the freezing thing?"
"She just vanished. And now, she's over there? I don't understand."
"I know. You don't have to understand."
Amy slipped out of the room. Softly closing the door behind her.
Carrying the bondage equipment pack in her fingers.
"Those other women. Who were they?"
"That was Christi, Jane and Amy."
"You aren't going to let them go?"
"They interest me. I'll let them go eventually."
"They wouldn't help us. Kara really tried, you know. You can
understand that. But even though they didn't seem particularly happy,
they weren't unhappy either. And they seemed to be really frightened
of you. You should treat them better. They are people you know.
Females. But people. Like me."
"Christi and Jane are currently munching on their favourite snacks in
the lunchroom. Perfectly comfortable. Perhaps not normal. A pair of
nude women, handcuffed together. But reasonably comfortable. Compared
to how they might be. Amy, I'm afraid deserves some punishment, but
that will happen later. I'm being as kind to them at the moment as I
possibly can."
"You care about them, don't you?"
"In a way."
"Not like us. Me and Kara. You didn't care what we felt like. How much
we hated you."
"I was always intending on releasing you. I didn't have to care."
"Am I going to remember any of this? After you do that to me?" Julie
indicated Kara sitting behind her desk.
I shook my head. "You won't remember a thing. I promise."
"I won't remember what you put me through? Stripping? Having sex?
Sitting here tied to this chair talking to you?"
"Not a thing."
"I can understand why they don't mind being here, then. No
responsibility. If you weren't so rough it might actually be fun.
Being able to roam around without clothes. Not worrying about paying
for anything. Not worrying about idiots. Not having to worry about
enjoying sex. Or getting it."
I nodded. "It can be kind of peaceful. And I'm not that rough on them.
Most of the time."
"You were rough on us."
"I know. But you won't remember a thing. No marks. No memories. You
could have just let yourself go and enjoyed it."
"Easier said than done. You sit here, naked and let me torment you and
see if you can let yourself go and enjoy it." She paused. "You'll
remember. Won't you."
I nodded.
"Oh God. Then you could see me. Later. Walking down the street.
Knowing what I looked like having sex with another woman. Tied to a
chair. Open."
"Yup. And you won't have any idea why I'm smiling at you."
"Shit. I promise not to attack you. I couldn't possibly hurt you.
Can't you at least untie me? Let me dress? Please?"
"Julie. I'm going to let you out in a second. Like Kara. It will take
me longer to untie you than to just free you."
"Alright. I guess I've been in these damn ropes so long another few
minutes aren't going to kill me. You've seen me anyway. Have a good
look. Nobody but you is going to remember this. Right?"
"Nobody. Just you and me here. And even you aren't going to remember."
"Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"I don't believe that I'm going to tell you this. I. I didn't have
that bad a time. If I'm not going to remember it anyway."
"What?"
"I didn't have that bad a time. I mean, I could have had a worse time
here."
"You cooperated."
"Yeah. I don't think that Kara had much of a good time."
"I told you up front it would be easier to cooperate. She didn't have
to go through all that. She would have still had to have sex with you,
but she didn't have to be in pain."
She blushed furiously. "You know. I even. Liked. When you made her.
Lick me. I haven't climaxed like that in a long time. I didn't fake
it. I wasn't just fantasizing about some guy either. I did. At first.
But I also was thinking about you watching me. Getting turned on by my
humiliation. That I was helpless and naked. In a store office. And my
interviewer, my female interviewer, was between my legs. Licking me.
I'll probably never experience anything like that ever again. Will I?
I can't believe I just told you that."
I smiled. "Doesn't mean you are a lesbian, you know." I almost
laughed.
"I know. I was just frightened. I'm not scared anymore. I am glad that
I'm not going to remember any of this, though. I can't believe I'm
just sitting her, nude and bound, talking to you like this." She was
blushing.
"Julie? It's been a pleasure meeting you."
"I wish I could say the same," she replied softly.
I grinned and stood up. I bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips.
She stretched her bound body up as far as the ropes would allow her
and returned the kiss. To my surprise. I wasn't expecting that.
"Good-bye," I whispered to the bound bare girl. "Good luck with your
interview. Try not to call her Kara accidentally. And you'll make a
damn fine astrophysicist some day. At least a really nice looking
one."
"Good-bye." The bound bare beauty tossed her head one last time.
Cascading her hair around her shoulders.
I narrowed the time bubble cast around her and the chair. They
instantly popped out and back into existence. The ropes formerly
holding her fell to the floor, still knotted. She reappeared in front
of the desk. Still in her chair. But now reclothed. Her black
pantyhose still looking alluring, even though I knew exactly what was
underneath. Leaning forward in her chair, her left heel rising out of
her shoe. Oblivious to my presence and what she had had to do for me.
I bent and picked up the ropes from the floor. I took one more glance
at the women and slipped out the door. Shaking my head at Julie. Not
quite understanding the female of the species.
Chapter 97
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
Amy was waiting in the hallway. Leaning against the wall, the pack at
her bare feet, her hands resting easily between her back and the wall.
Unconsciously thrusting her bared chest out as her shoulders rested
against the wall. She didn't even appear to be aware of her allure.
She hadn't wandered into the lunchroom with Jane and Christi. I
suppose I hadn't really given her permission to do so. Yet, I was
surprised that she hadn't.
She smiled at me. "Done in there?"
I concentrated and released the entire room from our timeline. I could
imagine all the small details, Julie's application, misplaced dust,
that sort of thing, all moving back into their original positions.
Almost by magic.
"I am now," I replied to the bare girl as the room returned to normal.
"You want to give me your wrists?"
"Not particularly." She lifted her body from the wall, extending her
arms in front of her despite her words. I slipped the steel around her
slender wrists, locking them in place. Not tight. She suffered the
decorative bondage again in silence.
I pressed the pack into her fingers and led her into the lunchroom by
her wrists. She exchanged soft greetings with Jane and Christi.
Christi had carelessly tossed the empty bag of chips onto the floor
and Jane had long ago finished her muffin. The crumbs graced the table
in front of them. The coins I had left for them were untouched.
Presumably they hadn't wanting anything else to eat after their snack.
They rose to their bare feet, still handcuffed together. They walked
over to Amy and I. I lifted Christi's right hand and released her from
her cuff. I lifted Jane's right hand, letting Christi's free, and
cuffed the bare woman. She pulled idly at the bonds, but didn't
complain. Amy was still flushed from her sexual encounter a few
minutes ago. If Jane and Christi noticed they didn't remark on it.
I left Christi free. The girls didn't speak, but they seemed to be in
a better mood. Time having dulled the memories of the morning. I
glanced at my watch. A lot more time than I'd expected had passed. We
really needed to get back to the house. In the very least to release
Sheila and Elizabeth. Elizabeth, especially, was probably bordering on
real pain by now from her strict bondage. I supposed that she would
just have to suffer for a while more. I'd have to let her rest,
unbound for a while to let her recover. She'd like that, at least.
"Downstairs with you," I spoke to all three of them.
They slowly moved out of the room. I let them lead the way back down
into the grocery store, never tiring of watching the nude beauties
walking ahead of me. We made our way back to the front of the store. I
glanced at the shoppers, but nobody particularly interested me. One
girl in her twenties picking up canned salmon was cute, but I had
other plans at the moment. Not the least of which was getting us back
to base.
The girls walked directly to the full shopping cart. I quickly glanced
through it. Seemed fine. Staples. Bread. Eggs. Milk. Lots of milk. I
smiled as I spotted a huge jar of peanut butter. Christi must have
loved that. There were fresh fruits. Vegetables. Even some steak.
Cereal. I smiled. Fruit Loops? Looked like they also grabbed healthier
stuff to be safe. Oatmeal. Grains. There was some cream soda stuck in
there. Some packages of cookies. Oreos. Some granola bars. Lunch
meats. They'd actually done an excellent job as far as a quick
inspection was concerned.
Jane's voice floated up from beside me. I was surprised to see all
three of them on their knees. Waiting. "Did we do alright? Anything
else you want us to get?"
I couldn't see anything missing. "Not a thing. You done good."
She smiled. She'd probably been the one to argue Christi into letting
them get peanut butter. Then again, Christi couldn't have done much
about it, being tied pushing the cart.
I motioned to Christi. She sighed and rose off her knees. Placing her
hands on the bar of the shopping cart. Expecting to be bound to it.
"You need to be tied to it? Or are you going to behave?" I asked the
bare girl.
Her eyes widened. "I'll behave. You know I will. You don't have to tie
me to it. I'll keep my hands right here if you want me to."
"Alright. One finger comes off that bar and I'll have to use rope to
keep them there. Let's see how you do without it."
She nodded gravely. Understanding that her freedom was conditional.
"On your feet."
Jane and Amy rose to their bare feet. I walked along beside Christi,
Jane and Amy moving on ahead. Keeping their hands in front of
themselves. Not really having a choice with the handcuffs. They
stopped as they approached the automatic doors.
I turned and had one more quick look at Kathleen and Nicole.
Blissfully unaware of their torture and torment in my hands. Unaware
that I knew every curve in their luscious bodies.
I freed the doors from the time block and they slid open quietly,
sensing Amy and Jane standing in front of it. We walked out into the
mall, Christi pushing the cart along, one of the wheels softly
squeaking.
After leaving the grocery store, the girls appeared to become a bit
more relaxed. Perhaps, just the atmosphere of the grocer disturbed
them, simply being close to the point where they had had to torment
the other women. Moving away from the physical scene of the crime
probably improved their moods. I guess I couldn't blame them. They
still had feelings. I smiled. They were going to be happy about my
next plans. Well, everyone but Amy.
They suddenly had more spring in their steps. Jane actually skipped
from time to time as we slowly made out way around shoppers and down
the main aisle of the mall. Her bare feet softly scuffed at the tile
as she moved. I idly wondered just how it felt to be constantly
without shoes. Wonderful, I would imagine. Though, if asked, the girls
would probably say 'odd'.
Christi was intently looking at the stores that we slowly passed.
"You want to shop?" I asked her.
"You wouldn't let me buy anything. Not anything I want."
"What do you want?"
"Clothes."
I smiled. They were really going to like my next plans. At least
Christi and Jane were.
I watched as her eyes traveled wistfully over a jeweler's display. The
front window of the small shop filled with sparkling necklaces and
jewels.
I put my hand on her shoulder. Stopping her. I called out softly to
Jane and Amy, as they moved ahead. Unaware that we'd stopped. They
padded back to the cart.
"You can let go of that thing," I told the blonde still carefully
keeping her hands on the cart. She gratefully let her hands off the
cart and flexed her fingers. She'd been gripping it hard to ensure
that she didn't forget to keep her hands there. Obediently.
I smiled at them as they shifted uncomfortably in the mall. Unsure
what I had planned for them. Pretty sure they weren't going to like
it.
"You all wear jewelry?"
Jane spoke up. "I did. Before you made me take it all off in front of
my father." Tears brimmed up in her eyes. Still able to be upset about
her first encounter with me. "I lost my favourite necklace."
"You didn't lose it, Jane. Just temporarily relieved of it."
"I know. But I still miss it."
"What about the rest of you?"
They both nodded.
"Would you like to wear some for a while?"
Jane looked at me shrewdly. Knowing what my jewelry entailed. "Please,
not nipple clamps. I. Can't take them. They hurt."
I just about laughed.
"Come on." I touched Jane and Christi's arms and turned them around.
Turned them towards the jewelry store. Christi's eyes widened as she
began to realize what I was going to allow them to do.
She turned instinctively and gave me a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek.
She broke away from the rest of us and ran over to the jewelry
display. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Jane and Amy smiled as they began
to realize as well what I was letting them do. A little more
restrained than Christi, they too moved quickly to the display.
Scanning over the jewels with their eyes. It was kind of nice to see
all of them happy again. I kind of missed their smiles.
I turned to the cart. There were perishables in there. They'd already
been left for a little long. I narrowed the bubble of time inside the
cart. Leaving the food in a slower time frame. Almost as good as
refrigeration.
I wandered back over to the girls. They were excitedly talking
together. Pointing ring, necklaces, and bracelets out. Jane pointed
with her handcuffed hands. Christi hopped from bare foot to bare foot.
I stopped and just admired this view. Not often that you see three
nude gorgeous women, unashamed, dancing around in front of a jewelry
store in a mall. I just shook my head and smiled. They probably had no
idea what a picture they presented. Their reflections in the glass.
Just their simple nudity in such an odd environment.
I touched Christi on the shoulder. She whirled. Throwing her arms
around my neck and hugging me. Suddenly so female. So happy. Probably
just glad to be away from the grocery store. Perhaps just happy that I
was about to give them something. Women always love jewelry. Even if
they are sex slaves.
She whispered to me. "What can we have?"
"Two pieces each. And I don't know how long I'm going to let you have
them, so don't get too used to it. I do love you completely nude, you
know."
She leaned back. Her arms still around my neck. Her bare body causing
all sorts of uncomfortable reactions in me. She knew it too, the minx.
"How about earrings?"
"That's one piece. Kind of go together. See anything you like?"
"God. I wish I could afford this stuff in real life. It's gorgeous."
She released me and danced back to the window. Her long legs flashing
as she moved. Tossing her blonde mane.
"Can we go inside? Please? There's more."
"Sure." I released the doors and the girls excitedly poured into the
small shop.
"Pick out something you like, and something that I would like."
They nodded, glancing through the display cases. Being female. Ooohing
and ahhhhing.
"Christi? Jane? Pick out something for Elizabeth and Sheila. We'll
give them a present too for putting up with me."
I briefly debated freeing the clerk, a youngish woman, to help the
girls. I wasn't particularly interested in her. But I wasn't sure how
I could control her. The girls would freak her out. Immediately. And I
didn't want to waste too much time getting her under control,
considering that I really wasn't all that interested in her on her
own. On the other hand, she might be really able to help. Especially
if the girls ended up wanting rings or something. Getting them sized
was going to be a challenge without help.
I concentrated and the young woman sprang to life. She gasped. To her
it would have seemed that three nude women, two of them in chains, and
one strange guy had just materialized in her store.
"Oh my God," she stammered. "What the hell is going on here?"
The girls whirled around at the voice. Slightly embarrassed. Slightly
startled. Not knowing I was going to free the clerk. Slightly
embarrassed that yet another person was seeing them nude. Yet again.
I just raised the gun and aimed it at the clerk. She screamed as she
registered the movement.
"Oh my God. I'm being robbed?"
"Kind of. Be smart and you won't get hurt." Almost better to let her
think this was just a robbery. I couldn't quite understand this. How
she could possibly think robbery with three nude women in her store.
Who robs jewelry stores in the nude? But I suppose that jewelry clerks
are maybe conditioned to always think robbery. It was a robbery of
sorts.
She raised her hands. "Take whatever you want. I'm not going to stop
you." Her adrenaline was probably pounding through her veins.
"What's your name?" I asked the shaking girl.
"Anne."
"Alright Anne. I want you to listen carefully. If you do what I say,
you won't be harmed at all." I had no intention of harming her. She
looked frightened enough that I doubted she was going to present any
problems.
"Alright. I'll do whatever you want." Her eyes were glued to Christi.
Probably thinking this was a horrible nightmare. Not quite believing
that she had a nude woman in her store. Had to be some weird erotic
nightmare. Right? Shouldn't have eaten that peanut butter and salami
sandwich the night before. She shook her head. Still awake.
Unfortunately.
"Anne. I need you to take your top off."
I wasn't even all that interested in seeing her nude, though naked
females are always more interesting. I just wanted her off balance.
More like the other women.
"You're kidding. Why?"
Jane spoke up. "Anne, honey. Just do what he says. You don't want to
be hurt, do you? That gun is real, honey. You think I'd be standing
here without my clothes and in handcuffs if it wasn't?"
Anne nodded. "Just a dream anyway," she mumbled. She pulled off her
sweater. Dropping it to the display case in front of her. Without even
hesitating she slipped out of her bra as well. She did have nice
breasts. Large and firm. Bigger than any of the other girls.
"Now what?" she asked me. Almost unafraid. Convinced she was dreaming.
I almost laughed. I wasn't going to hurt her, so she'd probably just
go along with this until I released her back into time. I smiled.
"Pants too. Shoes and socks."
She shrugged. Actually getting into this dream. In moments, Anne was
standing behind her counter, nude. Her jeans, her panties, and her
shoes and socks lying haphazard on the display cases.
She looked at me. "You going to handcuff me, too?"
I almost laughed. I wondered if many of her real dreams were like
this.
"No. I just want you to help the girls here pick out something nice.
Give them whatever they want."
I sat down on the courtesy chair. Jane had this stunned look on her
face. Completely unbelieving that I'd somehow lucked into a girl that
thought that she was dreaming. That she'd just stripped happily for
me. Even offered to let me put her in handcuffs.
I had to stop myself from laughing. Christi, also wide-eyed, slowly
made her way up to the counter. She began to point to a few items on
display.
Anne, completely nude, walked back to the safe and retrieved the keys
to the displays. She pulled out the items for Christi. A necklace. Two
bracelets. A large ring. And a jeweled anklet.
While she tried them on, checking herself out in the courtesy mirror,
Anne pulled out some jewelry for Jane and Amy. She then just stood
back quietly watching the girls. I could swear that her nipples had
hardened and she was beginning to breathe a little heavier.
I debated playing with her, but this was just too funny to break the
illusion. If I started doing really scary stuff to her, things she
really didn't want, especially pain, and she'd realize she wasn't in
dreamland after all.
The women were excited. Trying on different items. Just being female.
I loved watching them. All of them. Moving around the store.
Completely happy. Not caring in the slightest that they were nude.
None of them. Anne was even smiling. Making suggestions.
Finally I spoke from my seat. "Girls? We don't have all day. Remember
Elizabeth?"
Anne softly asked Jane, "Who's Elizabeth?"
Jane smiled evilly and leaned over the counter. "She's the girl we
left at home. Tied up. Naked as well. She's probably getting
uncomfortable by now. Even though she can still talk to Sheila if
she's bored."
Anne's eyes widened at that, but she just nodded as though Jane had
explained the general theory of relativity to her. I smiled as I kept
seeing Anne pinch her bare arm. Looking a bit confused when it failed
to wake her up.
Finally the girls presented themselves to me. Just standing in front
of me. Christi had picked out a necklace and earrings. Both with red
rubies. Jane had gone green, with emerald. A silver bracelet and a
necklace. Amy had a saffire and diamond tennis bracelet gracing her
left wrist. Rubbing up against her handcuffs. A thin gold chain around
her right ankle. All the girls were beaming. None of them could hope
to afford any of this in their former life.
Christi opened her hand. She showed me another necklace, a bracelet,
and two anklets for Elizabeth and Sheila. All the jewelry they picked
out was stunning. They certainly had taste. Instead of distracting
from their nudity, the gems enhanced it. I don't know why I was
surprised.
I ushered the girls out of the store, laughing and admiring their new
possessions. Certainly female. I just shook my head as they filed out
into the mall standing around the cart looking at themselves.
I turned to Anne. I motioned her out from behind her displays.
Without a look of worry she pranced out. On second glance she did look
nice. Not stunning like Christi or Jane. Kind of plain. But she had an
inner beauty behind her blue eyes. She was a kind and caring person on
the real timeline. I could just tell. She stood nonchalantly in front
of me.
"This where we fuck?"
I cringed at her use of the word. Seemed wrong coming from her lips.
In other circumstances I might have punished her for it.
"Anne. Come here," I said to the nude girl.
She walked over on her bare feet and carefully draped herself into my
lap. She kissed me on the lips. Arms loosely around my neck. Still
thought she was dreaming.
"This is the most realistic damn dream I've ever had." She smirked.
"Why don't we get you out of these clothes." Her fingers pulled at my
top gently.
I kissed her lips again. Softly bit her lower lip.
She backed her face away from me, realizing that the sensations on her
body were just a touch too realistic. "This isn't a dream. Is it?"
"No, honey."
She scrambled off my lap. Her breathing laboured.
"It must be a dream. There were just three naked girls in here. I just
took off my clothes for you. I'm aroused. It has to be a dream." She
pinched her right arm again. No response.
I almost laughed. "You dream like this often?"
"Sometimes."
"Anne. You were a wonderful help."
She looked confused. Looking around. Fear creeping into her eyes.
"What's going on?"
I didn't bother answering her. I just shook my head and released her
from our time line. Her mouth formed a small 'o' just before she
returned to her normal timeline. Clothed. And waiting for the next
customer to walk in. Minus a few lovely pieces of jewelry. I hoped
that the next customer didn't make her strip and rob her.
Chapter 98
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I exited the store and walked back to the shopping cart. Christi,
smiling, moved back to her post and placed her hands back on the
pushbar.
"What the hell got into you?"
"You were behaving. And it didn't seem fair to go shopping and not let
you get anything. Besides, I kind of promised Elizabeth a present."
"This stuff is gorgeous."
"Don't get too used to it."
"Thank-you," she whispered. Such a change. A week ago, if I'd told her
that she'd be thanking me for allowing her to shop naked in a jewelry
shop with two other nude women, in handcuffs no less, she'd probably
have laughed her ass off.
"Come on, then." I gave her a playful swat on the rear and she
squealed. Prodded into motion, she moved back down the mall.
We stopped at the drugstore. I sent Amy and Jane in to pick up basics.
Toothbrushes and hair clips for the girls. Toothpaste. Soap. Whatever
their normal shampoo was. Tissue. Basic stuff.
Once the two girls had disappeared into the store, Christi tried to
talk to me.
"Can I ask you something?"
"I suppose."
"What's wrong?"
"Wrong?"
"Yeah. You seem. Unstable."
"Unstable? You looking for punishment?"
"No. Please. I'll stop asking dumb questions if you want."
"It's alright. What were you saying?"
"Unstable. You were happy in the morning. Treating us nicely. Then you
scared the hell out of us. Were cruel to Elizabeth for no reason.
She's still suffering. You torment the hell out of two cashiers for no
reason. God knows what you ended up doing to that poor woman, Kara.
Then you are nice to us again. It's hard to keep up."
I smiled. Way to keep them off balance.
"I don't know. I just sometimes need something. I'm kind of struggling
to find out what."
"If it's sex, you know that I'll be more than willing. You can have me
right here. I don't care. You don't need to hurt us to get that."
"Christi. Let me ask you a question."
"Alright."
"If I offered to send you back right now, would you want to go?"
"Of course. I think."
"Alright then. I'm giving you a choice. Stay or I'll send you back.
Your choice."
"Don't give me that choice. Please. Give it to Amy. Or Jane."
"You don't want to go. Do you?"
"I don't know."
"Why?"
"I really don't know. I hate you. Then I like you. Then you let me
have jewelry. Then I hate you when you force me to do some of the
things you do. And I don't like having to keep my hands here. Just
because you say so. I don't know. I kind of like not having a million
people around. Stressing me out. All these people don't even know I
exist." Referring to the frozen people in the mall. "You know? In some
ways it is really peaceful. It would be paradise if it wasn't for some
of the things you make me do. But I'm not even minding most of that
now. It doesn't seem like that bad a trade. Some torment for some
peace."
"So you like the lack of responsibility?"
"Yeah. It's easier to have fun when you don't have to worry about the
consequences. The sex is certainly easier."
"My thoughts exactly. Alright. I wasn't going to send you back anyway.
Just curious."
She fell into a kind of silence. Looking at her hands. The hands she
wasn't allowed to move. Must have felt weird for her. Being free, but
not being free.
I spoke again. "You are going to like my next surprise. Well, most of
it."
"I generally don't like your surprises."
"You liked these, didn't you?" I lifted her new necklace from between
her bare breasts. Her eyes lit up and she nodded. "It's a surprise
like that."
I heard Jane and Amy approaching. Their voices carrying ahead of them.
Arguing about toothpaste of all things.
They emerged out into the main mall. Their arms loaded down with
various toiletries. Even makeup. All of it pressed up against their
bared breasts. They approached, finally standing in front of the cart.
Still playfully arguing.
"I said I like Colgate," Jane was speaking angrily to Amy.
"Crest. I'm older than you," Amy asserted herself.
"I've been his slave longer." Jane tried a very illogical argument. I
almost laughed at that.
I broke up the disagreement. "What did you end up getting?"
"Crest." Jane looked disgusted.
"That will do fine. Either of you even consider that maybe you should
have found out what *I* wanted?"
They paled.
Jane mumbled, "I'm sorry, Master." Echoed by Amy.
"It's alright. I'm not angry or anything. But you should be lucky that
I'm not making you all brush with baking soda."
Jane made a face, couldn't keep a straight face and stuck out her
tongue at me. The two girls moved forward and dumped their arms into
the shopping cart we'd liberated from the grocery store. Toothbrushes,
shampoo, soap, and makeup all cascaded over the food. Someone was
going to have a hell of a time sorting this out. And it wasn't going
to be me.
"Now march," I gave the order in a mock disapproving tone. Jane turned
on her heel and began to goose-step back down the mall. Amy was
laughing her ass off at Jane.
"Janey?"
The nude girl turned around. Stopped her marching. A wide grin on her
face. Standing with her bare feet slightly apart.
"I'd salute if I could, SIR!" She pulled at her handcuffs.
I just shook my head. I'd have to put up with the hijinx if I didn't
punish her. It was refreshing. I left her alone. Let her play.
"Carry on."
"Yes sir. Very good SIR!"
She spun again and resumed her exaggerated marching. I just shook my
head. Smirks on Christi and Amy's lips. Amy walked normally beside
Jane and Christi began to push the cart again. Jane stopped her
marching fairly quickly. Tired. She was panting with the effort. I
filed it back in my mind. It might not be a bad idea to force them to
march like that as a punishment at some point. The flashes of their
bodies and the effort that they had to expend was delicious. Jane had
no idea what she'd just done. But they were happy, for now.
We continued almost until the end of the mall. I glanced over to the
left where there was a teen clothing shop. The Gap, or something. To
the right a fancy women's boutique. Holly's. Perfect.
I called out to the girls, stopping them. They gathered around the
cart.
"Christi? You can let go."
The bare girl let go of the cart again. Relief on her face that she
didn't have to remember to hold the bar any longer.
"What now?" she asked me.
"Time for more shopping."
"Shopping? What now? We don't need anything else."
"I thought you wanted clothes."
"Oh my God. You have got to be joking."
"I'm not. For now. Just you. And again. Don't get used to it. I may
not let you wear them very long."
"I don't care. Clothes." Her face had a far away look. Dreamy almost.
Jane's and Amy's faces both fell at the words, but it looked like they
were happy about even shopping for clothes. It might mean that I'd let
them wear clothes eventually as well.
I took Christi's hand and led her towards the Gap. I grabbed Amy's
hand as well as we passed her. I motioned Jane to follow as well. Amy
was still carrying the bondage equipment between her cuffed hands.
We entered the store, Christi ahead, the other two trailing.
I stopped them in the middle of the store, shelves of clothing
surrounded us. We were in a large clearing in the middle of the store.
The girls stopped on the hardwood store, shifting their weight on
their bare feet. Amy and Jane idly pulling at their handcuffs.
I gently took the equipment from Amy. I rooted through it, finding
some rope. The girls watched somewhat apprehensively. I grabbed a
courtesy chair, climbed up on it and reached up, connecting the rope
through the dropped ceiling, letting it dangle on the floor.
I turned to Christi and Jane. "Kneel."
They both sank to their bare knees. Fright beginning to enter back
into their eyes. Amy definitely looked frightened. Being the last one
standing.
I reached forward and grasped the short chain between her wrists. She
gasped as I wrapped the rope from the ceiling around the links. I
slowly tightened the rope until she was standing with her arms
extending above her head, pulling her bare breasts into a delightful
position. Her eyes frightened. I tied off the rope leaving her
standing in the middle of the floor.
She swallowed, accepting her bondage. One word escaped her lips.
"Why?"
"Amy. I have to punish you."
"Oh God. Why? What did I do?"
"You know what you did."
"I don't. I swear it."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I guess it will be hard to learn your lesson, then."
"Please. If you'll just tell me what I've done. I'll behave. I swear
it. You don't have to punish me. You don't have to hit me. Please.
I'll learn. I swear I will." Fright was settling into her eyes.
Knowing what her punishment was likely to be. Pain. Probably in the
upper chest area. She'd been punished before and wasn't anxious to
repeat the experience.
"What do you think you are about to be punished for? Legs apart."
She looked confused at the rapid orders and question. She didn't quite
know what to do first. Spread herself or answer the question.
She inched her bare feet apart as she answered me.
"This. This slave really doesn't know what she did to deserve
punishment." Tears were beginning to well in her eyes. She honestly
didn't know. Had no idea why she was about to be hurt. Trying to
appease me with her slave talk.
Finally she was standing with her bare feet spread about twice
shoulder width apart. Trembling at her exposure. Not really
understanding what had happened. One second she was shopping happily
for jewelry. The next she was bound. Vulnerable. Trying to figure out
what she did wrong. Waiting for her punishment.
"Further."
She took a deep breath and inched her feet apart again. Taking some of
her weight onto her cuffed wrists. She grasped at the rope holding her
arms to the ceiling. Her heels rose off the floor as her legs spread
further apart. Her stance looked uncomfortable. She stood in the
awkward position and looked at me with her teary blue eyes.
"Please," she begged.
"Now. Any guesses what you did to deserve this?"
"Please. Master. I don't know. Your slave begs for your forgiveness."
"Shall I just begin then?"
Jane spoke up. "Amy, honey? He's done this to me before. You have to
figure out why you are being punished, or you will be punished until
you do."
I looked at Jane, and she immediately dropped her eyes. Frightened of
punishment herself.
"Please. I really don't know," Amy spoke softly.
"How about if I tell you that the punishment is appropriate?"
She looked around wildly. Not understanding.
I rummaged through the pack and pulled out the small whip that Jane
had been forced to use on Nicole's bared breasts. Nasty little thing
with six tails on it. I was sure that it hurt a lot more than it
looked like it would. I had already decided to hold back. Not lay into
her enough to damage her skin. Just scare her. It would hurt, really
hurt, but I wouldn't cause her skin to break, as this thing was
capable of doing. She'd hurt like hell for the time being, but it
should fade reasonably quickly afterward.
"Now. Unless you really want punishment, you'll keep that position no
matter what happens. At least drop back into it if you can't hold it
when you get hit."
"Please. You don't have to hurt me. I'll do whatever it is you want.
I'll learn. I swear it. I don't even know what I did."
Jane hissed from behind me. "Guess, Amy. Just keep guessing until you
get it. Please. I can't watch this."
I raised the whip and casually flicked the tails across her straining
breasts. Amy screamed.
"Ahhhhhhh. Oh God. Please no. Not my tits. Anything but that. Oh God."
"Do you know why you are being punished?"
"No more. Please."
"Amy. You get one guess per strike. If you get it wrong you get
another one. Harder than the last. If you don't answer. I hit you
anyway. If you don't get it fast enough. I move to whipping your
pussy. Now?"
"Oh God. Please. I don't know."
I raised it. Brought the instrument of pain down again against her
bare breasts. Somehow she managed to stay on her toes. Pulling
desperately against the ropes holding her helpless. Screaming.
"Oh God. Please. Have mercy. My tits. My nipples. Oh god that hurts.
Please no more. Argh. Shit. No. Noooooooo. Bastard. Fuck. Please.
Don't hit me anymore. Christ. Please. I'll guess. Please. I'll do
whatever you want. You don't know how much this FUCKING hurts.
Please."
I waited for her to catch her breath. Sobbing. Her bare breasts red.
Twelve small red marks crisscrossing her breasts. Kissing her nipples.
"I disobeyed," she gasped out. "I spoke to them when I wasn't supposed
to. But you gagged me for that. Please. I don't deserve to be whipped
as well. Please. You gagged me."
"Amy, honey. You did disobey. You spoke when you weren't supposed to.
And I did punish you with the gag. I'm not sure that was enough. But
that isn't what this is about."
I brought the whip down on her breasts again. This time she couldn't
hold her position. Screaming she rose up on her feet. Bringing her
legs together in agony and kicking her small bare feet. Crying
uncontrollably.
"Please. Oh God. Not again. My tits are on fire. That thing. HURTS.
FUCK. Please no more. I'm sorry. Whatever I did. I'm so fucking sorry.
Please. Please. No more. I've learned."
I spoke quietly. "Learned what?"
"Oh God. I don't know. I just don't want to be hit again. Please. No
more."
"Learned what?"
"Please. Just tell me. I'll apologize for it. I'll scream it out for
you. I'M SORRY. I swear to you. Whatever it is. I'm sorry."
"You breasts look like they are sore."
"What the hell do you think, you fucking bastard. They're in agony. I
don't even know what I did to deserve this. Please."
"Spread."
She closed her eyes and inched her legs apart again. Exposing herself.
Until her heels were back off the floor.
"Any other guesses?"
"Oh God. I'm begging you to just tell me. I swear to you I don't
know."
"Guess."
"Oh shit. I picked out jewelry you don't like. I'll take it off. Just
let me down and I'll give it to you. I will."
"I love the jewelry you picked out. You look very pretty in it. At the
moment I want you to wear it."
"Oh God. Please stop whipping me. I'll do anything you want. I'll let
you rape me. I'll crawl for you. I'll dance naked for you. Anything."
The dancing actually sounded interesting. I filed it away in the back
of my mind with the marching idea.
"I just want you to guess why you are being whipped. I want to make
sure that you understand why you are being punished."
"Oh God. Just tell me. I don't know."
"Your breasts look sore."
"They are. Please stop hitting them." Her breathing was ragged. Her
reddened breasts rising and falling invitingly. Nipples erect.
"I'm going to switch now. I'm going to start hitting you between your
legs. I want you to resume the position if you break it afterwards.
This is far more appropriate anyway. Hitting you between the legs."
"Please no. I'll ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. Aiiiieeeee. Jesus fucking
Christ. Please. No more. That. You can't imagine that pain. Please.
You can't hit me there. You can't hit a girl there. Oh my God. It
hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Please. Owwwwwwwwwww."
I waited for her to recover. I saw in satisfaction a number of red
welts forming between her legs as she spread herself back out. The
insides of her thighs. Her lips. Even up through her sparse pubic
hair. She had managed to remember to spread herself again. She was
hanging limply by her captured wrists. Her toes hardly supporting any
weight. Sobbing uncontrollably.
Finally she raised her head. Sick. "Please. No more. You can't imagine
how much that hurts. I can't take much more. I'll pass out. Please.
I'll do whatever you want. Just no more. My pussy. Please let me
down."
All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball. Jamming her hands between
her thighs. Ease the burning welts. Ease her pain. Her breasts
forgotten.
"Amy?"
She looked up dully. Hardly even able to see through her tears.
"You can get yourself down. Do you have any idea what you did? Why you
are being punished?"
"Oh God. Please. I didn't know you knew. I didn't mean to. I know I
wasn't allowed without permission. Oh God. Please. I don't deserve
this. I. I was just horny. If I'd known this was coming I would never
have masturbated this morning. Please. I didn't think you'd mind. I
couldn't help it."
My eyebrows raised. I actually didn't have any idea that she had
pleasured herself.
"Amy? You aren't going to like this. But I didn't know. But because
you were honest here, I won't increase your punishment for that. I
wouldn't punish you like this for masturbating without permission.
You'd be punished, but not like this."
"Oh God. Not another one. Please. I can't take it. Please let me down.
I'll crawl on my hands and knees forever for you. You can whip my tits
again. As much as you like. I'll suck you. I'll make love to every
woman in the mall. I don't care. Please don't hit me there again.
Noooooooooo. Ohhh. Ahhhhh. Argh. Aiiieieieieeiieei. Please. Jesus.
Please. Jesus. My pussy. My fucking cunt. Oh God. I'm not going to
make it. Oh God. I'll do anything. I'll fuck. I'll crawl. I'll fucking
die for you. I'll let you kill me. Just no more. It hurts. It fucking
hurts so fucking much."
She had pressed her thighs together. Hard. Trying to ease the pain.
Dancing on her toes. Pulling at her wrists. Twisting in pain. Wanting
desperately to protect her most sensitive areas. Crying. Having
trouble breathing.
I let her rest for a few minutes, letting the pain fade until she
could talk again coherently.
"Oh God. Please. No more. This. This slave hurts. She'll do anything.
Just, please. Let this stupid cunt know what she did wrong. She's so
sorry. You have no idea how sorry she is."
I walked up to her and stroked her hair. Wiped her tears from her
eyes.
"Amy. First of all, I know you are in pain and not thinking straight.
But you aren't a stupid cunt. Alright? Refer to yourself as a slave."
Her calling herself a cunt kind of grated on my senses for some
reason. I kind of liked when they referred to themselves in the third
person, but that word just didn't seem right. I have no idea why. It
shouldn't have bothered me. Maybe flashbacks to Mayer whom she had
never met. I didn't mind her using the word 'cunt', especially when
she was in pain, just not to refer to her person. "Secondly, you have
to figure it out on your own. Or you won't learn."
"Of course, I'll learn. Believe me. I'll fucking learn. You have no
idea how much that fucking hurts. I'd do anything to avoid it."
"Then you have to figure this out."
"Let me rest. Please."
"Alright. Three minutes. Spread."
She gritted her teeth and inched her feet apart again. Wincing at the
pain in her crotch. Still crying. Trying to gather her strength.
Knowing she was going to get hit again, and she had to just stand
there and take it.
I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both a little pale. Jane spoke.
"Oh my God. I couldn't even take that. You aren't even hitting her
hard, are you?"
I shook my head. "Just a few taps. But it doesn't take much with this
thing."
"What the hell did she do?"
"You'll find out. She knows. She just doesn't want to tell me. She
doesn't know that I know."
"She told you about the masturbation."
"Lesser of two evils. And she knows it. She'll tell me now. She's out
of options."
"God. I hope so. She'll pass out if you continue much longer."
"I know. I'm actually easing up on her as I go. The first ones were a
lot harder. But she's more sensitive now. It probably hurts just as
much, though there won't be any lasting damage. She'll be sore for a
couple of hours is all."
"Don't kill her," Jane whispered.
"I won't. Too pretty to kill," I whispered back.
I rose.
"You want to tell my what you did to deserve this."
"Please. I don't know."
"You do Amy. Save yourself pain and just tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Nice try. Do I have to hit you again?"
"Oh God. Please no. I honestly don't know." I could see that she'd
gathered her internal resources again. The rest allowing her some
respite to strengthen herself again. To resist. I could see it in her
eyes though. She knew for what she was being hit.
"Alright."
I brought the whip back up between the girl's legs. Landing squarely
on her exposed lips. Between her lips. Kissing her clit. Her vaginal
opening. Curling up behind her and touching her exposed ass cheeks.
She screamed again. "Ahhhhhh. No more. I'll tell you. Fuck. Jesus. My
cunt. Oh my God. I can't believe how much that fucking thing hurts.
Please. No more. I'll tell you. I swear. Don't hit my cunt again.
Please."
She had jammed her thighs together again. Squirming. Desperately
trying to get her hands free. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Fighting
her pain. Her agony. Wanting to hold herself. Stop this unbearable
agony from raining down on her.
Finally she fought off the pain enough to look at me. Hate in her
eyes.
"Alright. No more. I. Was there. When Kara and Julie were planning. To
attack you. Fuck that hurts. Please. Whichever one you freed was
supposed to kick you and escape. I knew. I'm so sorry. I. I didn't
tell you. I know I should have. I deserve to be punished. Oh God.
Please don't make me let you hit me again. You. I. Hurt so much. I
swear I wouldn't have helped them. I'd never kick you. I'd hurt myself
more than you. I swear on whatever you want me to. I. Just. Didn't.
Tattle. On. Them. Please. No more."
I smiled.
"Where were they going to kick me?"
"Oh God. Between your legs."
"Don't you think that would have hurt?"
"You goddamn bastard. Yes."
"Do you think you deserve punishment for trying to hurt me?"
"Oh God. Please no more."
"I'm going to assume that they were only going to kick me once and
then run?"
"Yes. Yes. I'm so sorry. Please. Forgive your dumb slave. I didn't
mean anything. Please."
"So. I should maybe show you how much it would have hurt me if they'd
actually tried it? And I hadn't been warned?"
"Oh God. Please. I already know. You've already hit me there. Please
don't kick me. I. I'm sorry."
"Your punishment is one stroke between your legs. With this." I held
up the whip in front of her face. No way was I going to kick her. I
wanted to hurt her. Not disable her. "Not my foot, though you probably
deserve that as well."
"Please. You've already hit me there. It hurts so much."
"Spread."
"Please no. Oh God. I can't."
I shook my head at her. And flicked the whip across her breasts again.
Harder than before. She screamed in pain. Her body twisting. Howling.
Finally she fell to begging again, as she recovered her breath.
"Please. I. My tits. My fucking cunt. I hurt. I've learned my lesson.
I'll never do it again. I'll tell you next time. I swear it. I'll tell
you immediately. If not sooner. Please. Please."
"Spread. Unless you want another one across your breasts."
"Please," she begged. "I. I can't take another one. Not between my
legs."
I gave her a break. "Amy. Darling. This is going to be your only
warning. Okay? You have to spread yourself out again and let me whip
you. That is your punishment. It is going to happen. One way or the
other. For every time you resist, I add another stroke. Right now it
is still at one."
She'd gone pale. Couldn't imagine the agony of one more, much less
two. I watched as her feet twitched. Her mind trying to make them move
apart for me. Her body resisting.
"Honey. Listen to me. I will happily keep whipping your breasts until
you comply. And if you pass out, I'll just tie your feet apart. Wider
than you'd like. And then whip you for all the times you resisted as
well. Take my advice. Spread your legs for me now."
Jane spoke up from her knees. "Amy? Sweety? Listen to him. He's not
kidding. Take the last stroke and be thankful it isn't more. I'm
surprised he's letting you off this easy. I've gone through more for a
lot less than that. Come on, honey. One more and you can stop. He'll
let you down."
Amy took a deep breath. Her bare toes finally pressing against the
hardwood, spreading her legs apart. Frightened. Finally she managed to
get her legs all the way apart. Her toes resting on the ground. Bare
feet arched. Tears running down her face as she begged with her eyes.
She looked at me and begged one last time. "God. Please. Have mercy.
If you'd ever felt this, you wouldn't do this to me. You'd understand
why I had so much trouble spreading my legs for you again. It hurts. I
can't even describe it. That's me. My sex. Please. Hit my ass. Or
thighs. Or something else. Even my tits. Please. Not there."
"Keep your legs apart."
"I. Can't. Not if you hit me."
"Try."
"Oh God." She braced herself.
I brought the whip up between her legs. Harder. She exploded in agony.
Throwing back her pretty head and screaming her guts out. In absolute
agony. Her body spasming in her pain. She was completely incoherent
for at least five minutes. Hanging in her bonds. Gasping for air.
Retching. I was glad that I hadn't let her eat anything. Somehow, she
managed to keep her legs apart. Sheer will. I wasn't going to punish
her if she wasn't able to, but I had to admit that I was impressed
that she'd managed to do it. Her bare toes spasming against the floor.
Curling in her agony.
Finally she managed to catch her breath enough to speak again.
"Oh God. I'm so sorry. Please. Master. This slave begs to be released.
She hurts. God. She hurts. Please at least let her close her legs."
"Go on. Close them."
She collapsed herself in agony. The movement of her legs causing more
pain to shoot up from the center of her. Tears rolled unheeded down
her face and down her bare defenseless body.
I reached above her, half expecting a kick but not getting one. I
wouldn't have blamed the girl if she had aimed a weak kick at me. But
she knew better anyway. I pulled the knot out holding her handcuffs to
the tether to the ceiling. Her legs were unable to support herself.
She collapsed to the floor in a heap. Her bound hands immediately
between her legs. Curled up in a ball on the floor weeping. At her
pain. At her humiliation. At her complete vulnerability. That she'd
suffered so much for such a simple transgression.
I glanced up and saw Jane rocking on her knees, like a terrier pulling
at her chain. She looked at me, catching my eye. "Please?" she
mouthed.
I moved over to her and released her hands from the handcuffs. As soon
as she was free, the bare girl shot forward on her hands and knees
like a rabbit. Pulling Amy into her arms and rocking her. Soothing
her. Stroking the girl's hair. Trying her best to comfort the shaking
woman. Mothering her.
I whispered in Jane's ear. "Make sure she's alright. I was a bit rough
on her."
"I'll say."
"Just take care of her. I'll get out of your way."
"She'll survive. She won't be masturbating for a while though." Jane
had managed to keep some humour at least through this. Her emeralds
reflecting the colour of Amy's hair as she sobbed and Jane's fingers
slipped through her locks. It wasn't the first time she'd had to take
care of a woman I'd punished. Jane always managed to keep her head
when she was going to be needed. Amy was in good hands.
Chapter 99
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All Rights Reserved
I turned away from the tortured girl and crouched down beside Christi.
"You fucking bastard," she almost spat at me.
"I know. I know. She was getting willful again. I had to stop her
before she got out of hand again and I really had to punish her."
"She's just a girl for Christ sakes. She didn't deserve that. Nobody
deserves that. No matter what you think she did."
"Bet she tattles next time."
"Christ. I guess so. Have to remember not to tell her any of my
secrets."
"I guess."
"She'll be alright won't she?"
"Yeah. She'll hurt for a few hours. But there won't be any lasting
damage."
"There will be. It just won't be physical, you fuckhead."
"Christi? You are never going to get used to this, are you?"
"If I do. Shoot me."
"I don't blame you for being angry."
"That's very fucking big of you. Jesus Christ. What is it with you
today? I mean. We didn't do anything to deserve this. We've tried. Our
goddamn best. To do what you want. Why?"
"She stepped over the line," I gently told the upset girl. "Her
actions were tantamount to attacking me. You know that ain't allowed.
I have to punish that. Or the next thing I know all of you will be
attacking me and I'll eventually have to really hurt someone to stop
it."
"We are people. Human beings. Please. I don't want to be treated like
that."
"I know you don't, sweetheart. And if you behave, you won't be."
"I don't want to live like this."
"Sweety, you don't have a choice."
"Don't I know it." The tears began to fall from her eyes. Her whole
body shaking as she knelt. Quietly sobbing.
I let her cry for a minute and then leaned forward and kissed her
forehead gently. "Come on. Let's make life a little better for you.
Okay?"
"What are you going to make me do now?"
"Get dressed. How's that?"
She closed her eyes. Trying to will away the tears.
"Why me?" she finally asked. Her eyes finding mine.
"Because you've been cooperative and you've been around the longest."
"Oh. I've almost gotten used to being nude. I don't even remember what
clothes feel like."
I smiled at her.
"So, what are you going to let me wear? Lingerie?" She made a face. It
looked like her cry had loosened her up a bit. Not nearly as upset
now.
"Actually, I was thinking something a bit more casual."
"Casual?"
"Yeah. What kind of jeans you normally wear?"
"Levi's. But ..."
"But?"
"If you want me in good jeans, I wouldn't mind trying some of those
Guess Jeans. This store doesn't carry Levi's." Female to the core.
"You shop here?"
"I've been in here before." Her tears had dried up. She was
consciously trying to avoid the sight of Amy curled up with Jane,
trying to ease her pain. Try to concentrate on what I wanted. Avoid
any punishment.
I stood up and extended my hand. Christi took it and rose to her bare
feet.
"You are actually going to let me get dressed?"
I nodded and led the baffled woman to the shelves of jeans. As we
approached, she seemed to forget her earlier hate of me and a smile
actually began to form on her lips. She stepped towards the racks and
she began to finger the denim. Searching for her size. In moments she
had pulled two pairs of jeans from the rack.
"Can I get some panties? They are just over there." She pointed to
some straight forward briefs over on the other side of the store.
"I think you are okay without them."
She flushed and nodded. Given the choice of one or the other, I figure
she'd have picked the jeans every time over panties. She didn't have
much choice. She was probably disbelieving that I was about to allow
her pants. She could live without the underwear. She made to walk
towards the change room.
"Christi?"
She turned. Looked at me quizzically.
"A change room? Why?" I almost laughed. Her face broke out into a
smile and she almost laughed as well. Looking down at her bare body.
I watched as she slipped the first pair over her legs. Pulling her
long legs into the pants until her bare foot protruded from the
bottom. Balancing on one leg, she pulled the other leg over her foot.
Soon she was pulling the denim up over her hips. She buttoned the
pants and looked at me hopefully. Hoping that she'd be allowed to keep
them. Other than a robe this was the most clothing she'd been allowed
since I met her.
"How do they look," the topless girl inquired of me.
"They are alright." She actually looked stunning in them. I wasn't
aware how alluring simple jeans could be on a mostly nude woman. She
just stood there and waited to find out what else I wanted. I just
looked at her for a moment. "What's that?" I pointed to the other pair
of jeans she was holding in her hands.
"Another pair."
"Why?"
"In case these were too big. Depends on the make of jeans what size I
am."
"Try them on as well."
"These fit fine."
"Try them on."
Her eyes welled with tears as she realized that she'd have to go
through the whole procedure of stripping and reclothing again in front
of me. For some reason this bothered her whereas her complete nudity
over the last few days didn't. I suppose she was the only girl who had
never had to strip more than a robe off her body for me. I'd found her
nude which started this whole time line.
She closed her eyes and obeyed. She unbuttoned the jeans and slowly
slipped them down her legs. Revealing her pale skin to me once again.
She stepped out of the fabric, simply leaving them on the floor. She
then repeated the procedure, pulling the other pair of jeans over her
slim legs. The next pair were a different style. Slimmer. Hugged her
legs more. The waist was certainly tighter. She had a bit of trouble
pulling the denim over her hips. But it was just the fit. They weren't
too small on her. Probably would have been easier pulling them over
panties, her bare skin catching a bit at the fabric as she tugged at
them. She buttoned the jeans and lowered her eyes. Slowly turned
herself for my inspection. God, she looked stunning. And no panty
lines. The new jeans looked a lot better. I told her so.
"Wow. You look fantastic."
"I figured you'd prefer these." Despite her somber words her mouth
curled into a smile. Still appreciating the comment despite the
circumstances. "Do I get a top as well? Or do I just walk around like
this?" She spread her arms out to the sides, thrusting her bare
breasts out.
I left her standing like that for a moment. Still stunned by the
beauty in front of me. Topless. Barefoot. And in blue jeans. Calvin
Klein? Model this girl and believe me, you'd sell jeans.
"Pick out a top yourself. Keep in mind, I don't like it, you just
might spend the rest of the day that way."
"I don't mind, you know. I've been naked too long to mind going
topless."
"I know. Find a top."
She scampered to obey. Running her fingers over the sweaters and
blouses. Occasionally stopping and holding one up for my inspection.
Holding it against herself for me to see. I turned as she moved around
the store. Furrowing her brow. Searching. Shopping. Finally I left her
to her own devices and walked back to Jane and Amy. Amy was still
crying, but the intensity had drastically reduced. Jane just looked up
at me as I approached. Not saying anything.
I crouched down and asked Jane, "How is she?" I was truly concerned.
I'd been a little rough with her and she just simply wasn't used to
it.
"She'll be alright. She hasn't said much, but she doesn't seem to be
in as much pain."
I ran my hand down through her dirty blonde hair. Kissing her forehead
as she wept. Amy just looked up at me with pleading in her eyes.
"Please. No more. Okay? Please?"
"Amy, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. Honestly. I don't
think you need anymore? Do you?"
"Oh God. No. Please. It still hurts." Her fingers were still pressed
between her legs. Her handcuffs impeding her a bit. Thighs pressed
tightly together.
"You going to be alright?"
"I'd be better if you hadn't whipped me."
"I know. I know it hurts. I'll let you rest for a while more."
"Thank-you," she whispered. Meaning for the extended rest.
Jane just watched this exchange, still cradling the girl. My attitude
moving to kindness and concern seemed to reassure the trembling girl
in her lap. Amy didn't seem as frightened. Her trembling seemed to
have reduced and her tears almost stopped. She looked up at Jane,
still gently stroking her hair.
"Jane?"
"Shhhh." Jane shushed the hurt woman.
I was standing up. I only half paid attention, my eyes searching for
Christi through the store. Not locating her right away.
"It hurts. God it hurts."
"I know, baby. It'll fade. I promise. I've been through it too."
"How. How did you? Deal with it?"
"Shhh. I can't tell you that sweety. You have to figure out how to
deal with it yourself. You don't want to deal with it my way. You'll
be alright. It'll fade. I promise. It must be fading already."
"A bit. I guess. I never ..."
Her voice faded as I walked away from the girls, searching for
Christi. My guard suddenly up. She was free. No restraints at all.
"Christi?" I called out softly.
"Over here," came the immediate reply. I carefully walked over towards
the sound of her voice. Readying the time defenses in case she had
found a weapon.
She was innocently sitting cross-legged on the hardwood in front of a
display of sweaters. Her fingers tugging at bright knits. Just doing
what I told her. I relaxed.
"What?" She looked at me with bewildered eyes. Realizing that I was on
edge before I'd relaxed.
"Just didn't see you."
"I'm sorry. I just sat down her to see all these sweaters. Aren't they
gorgeous?" She held up a light red sweater against her naked torso.
Thrusting her breasts out to emphasize how it would look on her.
Completely unconcerned that I was worried about her. Not even crossing
her mind that I had thought she was escaping or planning an attack on
me.
I nodded dumbly.
"I couldn't decide. I will if you want me to, but I thought I'd give
you a choice. Red sweater, or silk blouse." She held up a maroon silk
blouse in her other hand. "They both will look good, I think."
"Take your pick."
"You won't punish me for picking wrong?"
"There isn't a wrong one. Relax."
"I don't suppose you'll let me have a bra?"
"Do you think you need one?"
She smiled and dropped the maroon blouse on the floor. She slipped the
sweater over her head. Settling the knit over her nudity. Adjusting
the garment over herself. Around her waist. It looked stunning on. She
looked like a teenager, but she looked stunning. I was pretty sure
that she'd picked the sweater for its covering value, since the silk
was a bit sheer, but it didn't matter. She filled out the sweater
without a problem. Her figure obvious underneath it. The sweater fit a
bit tightly, but that was the style. It was supposed to hug her body
like that. Again she turned for me, awaiting my approval. Praying that
she wouldn't have to take it off and model the silk as well.
She completed her slow turn. "Well?" she demanded.
"You look stunning. I should let you wear clothes more often."
"I'd like that," she smiled shyly. Covered for the first time in days.
Hidden.
"How do you feel?"
"The jeans are a bit tight, but I don't imagine that you'll let me
change back to the other pair. And it feels really really weird not
having underwear on. Especially here." She pointed to the sweater at
about her nipple level.
"Come on, then. Time to get moving. If we can get Amy on her feet."
"Sir?"
"Yes?" I turned back to the clothed girl.
"I just. Wanted. To thank-you for letting me get dressed. It. Feels
really good," she said haltingly.
"You are welcome. Don't get used to it, but I like seeing you in this.
I might keep you in it for a while."
"One more thing?"
"What?"
"Please. If you don't want me in them just say so. I won't press. But.
Shoes? Socks maybe? Please? I've been in bare feet for so long. I. I
would kill for a pair of running shoes. Even high heels. Whatever you
want."
I smiled at her. "Christi. Honey. I know you want them. I don't blame
you. I would too in your position. Let me think about it. You don't
really need shoes. You look pretty without them."
She briefly looked disappointed, but then looked down at her body
again. Probably shocked not to see bare breasts and legs, but a
sweater and jeans. She pranced over to me in her bare feet and hugged
me. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheeks.
"Maybe I can earn shoes later?"
"Perhaps," I grinned at her. I grasped her wrist, unusual to touch
fabric there, and guided her back towards the other girls.
When we arrived, Amy was sitting up. Quietly talking to Jane. Both
girls sitting cross-legged. Not caring about their exposure. I
couldn't quite make out the conversation. Probably just talking about
Amy's recent ordeal.
I was concerned about her. She had been the first girl I'd ever really
whipped between her legs. I knew it had had to really hurt. I was
hoping that she'd make it through alright.
I crouched in front of her. Noted that her bound hands were no longer
pressed desperately into her crotch. She lifted her hands from her lap
to allow me to check her. I traced some of the welts running up
between her legs. My finger touching some of the worse ones on the
inside of her thigh.
"That one," she gasped. "Really fucking hurts."
I must of caught her unexpectedly hard on that angle. Not sure why.
The rest of the welts had already begun to fade. I looked up at her.
Her face was flushed, but she held my gaze. Used to me being able to
touch her whenever and wherever I wanted. Sitting still for the
humiliating inspection.
"Amy? How are you feeling?"
"Damn lousy, thanks to you."
"You learned your lesson?"
"Oh God. Have I."
"Can you walk?"
"I. I think so. You aren't going to punish me any more?"
"You have something else to tell me that deserves punishment?"
"No." A bit sullenly.
"Come on them. I promise not to punish you again until we get home."
"Oh shit. What have I done this time?"
"Nothing yet."
"God. I'll behave. I can't take that again. Please."
I rose and extended my hand to her. She grabbed on with both her bound
hands and climbed a bit painfully to her bare feet. She now tried to
keep her feet slightly apart as she stood. Trying to ease any contact
with her vulva and thighs.
I helped Jane to her feet as well. At this point, Jane noticed
Christi. Her eyes opening wide.
"Oh my God. You look gorgeous. He let you dress?"
Amy glanced over with a look of undisguised envy. Her eyes widening as
well.
Christi just smiled. Running her hands down her top and the hips of
her jeans like a model on a runway.
Christi spoke. "He'll let you dress sometime soon as well. And he's
already told me that I'm not going to be allowed them long. But it
feels so good."
Jane turned to me, longing in her eyes. "Please, Master? Can a slave
beg you to allow her clothes. Please. Please. Please."
I just looked at her. Another one. Four days ago, this girl couldn't
imagine herself standing in front of some guy begging and pleading for
something as basic as clothing.
She noticed that I wasn't outright refusing her. She dropped to her
knees and began to inch her way over to where I was standing. Not
caring what she looked like or how humiliating it was. If she managed
to plead her way into clothing, she simply didn't care. I let her
approach.
"Oh God. Your slave is begging you for clothes. She'd do anything if
you let her dress. I. She would. Anything. Just for a while. She'd
take them off whenever you said. Please? Please?" Her voice had
dropped to a whisper.
"What would you do for clothing?" I asked the groveling woman. I was
aware that I hadn't really demanded anything from Christi. In truth I
wasn't going to demand anything from Jane either. Just different
clothing. But it would be interesting to know how far she'd go for
something as simple as clothing.
"Oh God. Anything. What do you want me to do? I'll make love to you.
Right here. Gladly. In front of Christi and Amy. I'll give you the
best damn blowjob ever."
"Maybe later."
"Oh God. I'll make love to anyone you want me to. I'll. I'll have sex
with any woman you want. Pick one. I'll have sex with her. Please.
I'll masturbate for you."
Her hands were around my thigh and she was teasing me through my
jeans. Pressing her hair against me.
I gently touched her head, pressing her back. Forcing her to drop onto
her haunches. She swallowed and placed her hands on her knees. She
closed her eyes and spread her knees a bit apart. Letting me look at
her. I looked at her face.
"Jane? How far would you go to get clothes?"
"Anything. I swear it."
"Would you act like a pet for me? Crawl home?"
"If I had to. You could make me do that anyway."
"I could make you do anything without giving you clothes. What do you
have to bargain with?"
Tears welled in her eyes. "Your slave. She doesn't have much. She'll
give you anything you want. Please? I know you don't have to care
about me, but I'd be so happy if you just. Let. Me. Cover myself. Just
for a while. Please?"
"How about slave talk until I tell you otherwise."
She looked confused. "I. I mean. This slave will do that. Gladly. All
you had to do was tell her you wanted it."
"Would you whip Amy again? Between her legs."
I glanced over at Amy who had gone pale. Beginning to glance around
wildly with her eyes. Looking for an escape route. If she was going to
get punished anyway, she might as well have a reason. For now, she
just balanced on her bare feet and stayed where she was.
"Oh God. This slave really doesn't want to do that. Please don't make
her do that. Not for clothing. This. This slave doesn't want clothing
that badly if she still has a choice," Jane spoke quietly from her
knees.
"I thought you were willing to do anything."
"Nearly anything," she corrected herself. "I. This slave would do
anything involving herself and yourself. And maybe other people. If
she has the choice. Please. I. This slave just wants some simple
clothing. Some dignity. For a while. Please?" Such a simple request.
Something so taken for granted in her other life. Being allowed to
cover herself. Wear clothes.
I crouched down in front of her. She gazed back at me. The helpless
girl looking at her Master. Her eyes teary and a bit frightened. Not
quite knowing what she'd gotten herself into.
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I silently rose and helped the frightened girl to her bare feet. She
stood uncertainly waiting. Not sure what she was going to have to do
for me. Whether to even expect punishment.
I let her worry and gathered up the other women and the toys. Christi
looking like a completely different woman in her jeans and sweater,
bending to gather up the stray restraints and putting them back into
the pack. I pressed the refilled pack into Amy's fingers and the girls
filed back out into the mall.
Christi made to latch onto the cart again. It seemed so odd having her
clothed and still so obedient. I stopped her with a touch.
I spoke to Jane, who had resigned herself to failure. She'd humiliated
herself for nothing. Except perhaps punishment for her actions later.
"Janey?"
"Yes sir?" she replied a bit sullenly. Disappointed.
"Come on." I turned to the other two girls. "Stay here?"
Amy and Christi both knelt on the tile. For the first time, Christi
had knelt in her jeans. Protected from the cold of the tile. Not
feeling the tile directly beneath her bare knees.
I took Jane's hand, her face a mask of bewilderment. Hand in hand, we
stepped into Holly's. The clerks were all middle aged, four of them
hovering around the few shoppers frozen in the store. None
particularly attractive.
Jane turned to me, "You brought me in here to tease me, didn't you."
"Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"You are going to make me pick out something to wear and then make me
carry it back or something. Just to torment me for asking, aren't
you?"
She actually was pretty perceptive. The thought had crossed my mind.
"If I am, is there anything you can do about it?" I pointed out.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Tears almost breaking free
of her eyes.
"Please? Look at me?" She stood with her hands at her sides. Unashamed
of herself.
I stood back and gazed at her nude body. I certainly didn't mind the
view.
She continued. "You've kept me like this for days. Naked. At your
whims. I've done everything I can to indulge you and your sick games.
I've tried to keep to my end of this bargain. I. I don't really mind
that much, as long as you don't force me to torture other women. I
don't even mind it when you torture me. I can even handle the constant
sex and pain. But. I'm a person. You know? I'm Jane. I'm here. I have
needs. I have wants. I. I can't be a slave. Not all the time." Tears
had begun to fall down her pretty face. Still gazing at her I couldn't
help but notice how attractive she was. Especially this almost silent
crying.
She haltingly continued. "I don't even care. If. You keep me naked.
I'll display myself forever for you. It's a lot better than some of
the stuff you make me do. I'll gladly fuck you. I'll have sex with
whoever you want. Including myself. I just don't care anymore. But.
Please? Please? Don't tease me with this. I don't know if I can take
this. Don't make me pick something out and not allow me to wear it. I
feel like I'd just fall to the floor and cry. Please." She was already
crying.
I stepped over and embraced the girl, letting her cry on my shoulder
for a while. Finally, the shakes departed from her small bare body.
She stepped back. Again, arms at her sides. "I'm only seventeen. I'm
just not prepared for this. Please?"
I'd decided long ago that I wanted her in evening wear. Her small
speech actually didn't affect my decision. Though, to give her credit,
I had considered doing exactly what she was describing. Though I had
no idea that it would have affected her this way. It was just another
torment to me. I suspected that I'd about pushed the girls as far as I
could today. I had to get them home and relaxed. Let them shower and
have something to eat. Maybe watch a movie or something tonight
instead of tormenting them.
"Jane. Honey. I wasn't going to do that to you."
"You were. I could see it," she was right. "Please. I don't deserve
this. Either make me go nude, or let me have something to wear. I.
Care. But I don't. Please?"
I stepped over to the shaking girl and kissed her forehead. "Come on.
You get to wear something. I won't guarantee for how long, but for
now."
Her face brightened. "You aren't going to take it away before I can
wear it?"
"No."
"Oh God. I can't believe it. What do you want me to wear?"
"Evening wear. Black. Nothing too fancy."
"I. I've never worn anything like that."
"Nothing? Not even to a wedding?"
"My prom hasn't even happened yet. Not that anyone would take me." She
shook her head as she spoke.
That, I didn't believe. Christ, all the boys in her school and a fair
number of girls would probably be aching for this beauty if they could
see her now.
I pointed to a rack of sheer black gowns. Jane practically ran over to
them and began to run her fingers through them. Finally, she selected
one and held it up to her bare body. Looking for approval.
I nodded. She hunted a bit more and found her size. She looked at me,
smiling.
She glanced at the price tag and gasped.
"What?"
"You realize that this thing costs fifteen hundred dollars?"
"Aren't you worth it?" I asked with a big smile on my face.
"I suppose underwear is out of the question."
I almost laughed. "What do you need underwear for?"
"Actually, because without it my nipples are going to be ... a bit ...
visible. I guess that sounds dumb. Considering."
"Put it on. Let me see you in it."
She slithered the dress over her head, stretching her body deliciously
as she did. The black dress settled over her. Strapless. It hugged her
young body. She twirled, the hem rising as she did. She actually
laughed at the sensations of the fabric on her body. She finally faced
me. Held her bare arms out. "Well? Can I keep it?"
"You like it?"
"It wouldn't be my first choice. I'd prefer to be in jeans and a
sweater, but if this is my choice, it fits and is relatively
comfortable." She added an afterthought, "Though a bra and panties
would be nice."
The hem of the dress fell below her knees. The bust of the dress was
held up perfectly by her unfettered breasts. Low bustline, but that
didn't bother me. Her natural resiliency of her breasts was
sufficient. She really didn't need a bra. Despite her plea for a bra,
her nipples were covered and not all that visible. You could make them
out under the fabric, but not if you weren't looking for them.
"You look ravishing."
She blushed. Slowly turning again. Her dark hair complementing the
dress. It was really hard to picture this woman nude, on her knees. Or
whipping a cashier's bare breasts. Or tied to a clothes rack, naked in
front of her father screaming as her breasts were cropped. She had
been transformed into a perfect lady. Hard to even think of her as a
sexual slave.
"Master?" she shyly spoke. "This slave. Is grateful." Her eyes
downcast.
The words coming from this ravishing creature in front of me just
about drove me nuts. She hadn't forgotten that she was still under my
power. Her slave talk was a carefully calculated move to ensure that I
knew. So that I might not feel the need to have to strip her as fast
to reinforce her status. Smart girl. She knew what she looked like.
Her words worked.
I took her hand and guided her back out of the store. Christi gasped
as Jane emerged in her clothing. Not having seen her in clothing since
the day I took her. And certainly not in an elegant evening gown.
Amy's eyes widened at the sight as well.
"My God. You look stunning," Christi whispered.
"She is a sight. And so are you," I answered for the blushing Jane.
Jane was far more used to the clothes that Christi was currently
wearing. I could see Christi wearing the evening gown more often in
real life. The reversal would serve to throw them off balance further.
Though I doubt if either of the girls cared. They were wearing
something after all. Amy looked a little envious of the others, but
she didn't dare ask for special treatment. After her punishment, I'd
be lucky to hear her voice again today unless I forced her to speak.
She would just try to keep out of trouble for a couple of hours.
Both girls looked a little strange in the clothing without shoes, but
it was kind of alluring. Just that little reminder of their status.
"Does my Master want his slave to kneel with the others?" Jane
whispered to me. Squirming. A bit uncomfortable being the center of
attention in this unfamiliar clothing. And again taking advantage of
using her slave talk to reinforce that I didn't need to strip her
again; that she knew she was still a slave underneath.
Though I'd love to see this creature kneeling in her dress for me, I
was kind of anxious to get going. I'd have lots of chances to see her
subservient in that gown. "Everyone up."
Amy and Christi scrambled to their bare feet. Christ moved to her
position behind the cart. I looked at her. "I know. My hands will stay
here," she said as she realized what I was looking at.
I picked up a pair of handcuffs. Jane smiled ruefully and raised her
bare arms. I snapped the cuffs about her wrists and jingled them.
After I'd released her hands, she dropped them to her front. The steel
bands making a wonderful contrast against the black of her dress. She
didn't seem to notice the effect, but then again I wouldn't have
expected that.
I walked along beside Christi. Occasionally glancing at her. Not quite
believing how her body moved beneath the sweater. Knowing that I could
have her remove it in a second with a single word.
As we exited the mall, Jane stopped and turned to me. We'd about made
it back to the road across the parking lot.
"M-master?"
"What is it?"
"I know I've asked for too much today already. And I'll understand if
you say no. Okay?"
"Yes ..."
"I was. I mean. Your slave was just wondering if she, and slave Amy
could perhaps walk on the grass again? You still haven't allowed us
shoes. Not that I'm complaining, but it is so much more comfortable.
We have tender feets. Please?"
"What about poor Christi?" I asked her. "She doesn't deserve to have
to walk along without company. She's pushing the cart after all."
Jane's face fell. Thinking.
Christi spoke up from her position behind the cart.
"I've had to crawl on pavement. If I could do that, I can certainly
walk barefoot on it. It really isn't that uncomfortable. I'd prefer
the grass, but only because it feels so much nicer on the toes. It
really doesn't hurt except when you step on a stone. Don't let that
stop you from letting them walk on the grass. Please."
Jane looked up. "Would you let us switch around? Take turns pushing
the cart? Let two walk on the grass and then switch say every half
hour? Please?" Her face brightening.
I looked at her. Her face so hopeful. Wanting this for some irrational
female reason. She just wanted to walk in the grass. Feel the softness
on her feet instead of the harsh pavement. It probably twinged her
somewhere inside to even have to ask permission. But she honestly
didn't mind sharing the cart duty.
"Don't get too far ahead over there." I nodded and she scampered off
with a quick thank-you. Jane told the nude girl that they were allowed
on the grass again, and the two of them moved to the side of the road
and ahead. I kept Christi company on the asphalt.
"Thank you for the letting them walk over there."
"I was going to anyway. How's your feet?"
"They are alright. The clothes are better. What got into you? Why do
you want us in clothing? I can't believe you are just being nice."
"Actually, I am. I just thought that you might appreciate it."
She accepted it at face value. "I do appreciate it. Believe me I do.
Even if I can only have it for five minutes. How long am I going to be
allowed it."
"Well, I'm not going to let you sleep in them. If that is what you are
asking."
"Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully.
"Perhaps. We'll see how good you are until then."
"I'll be an angel. You watch."
"Oh I will. I never realized how good you could look in clothes. I'm
not saying you are ugly naked or anything, but you are attractive in
jeans and a sweater. Especially those."
"I couldn't afford all these normally. I kind of picked out nicer
stuff."
"Don't tell me that I never give you anything," I said to her
grinning.
She smiled shyly and lapsed into silence.
"I don't really want to go," she said quietly after fifteen minutes or
so.
"Go where?"
"You are going to release us eventually. And. I know it sounds crazy.
And I know that I have mixed feelings. But. I. Kind of like it here.
No people. I can walk barefoot down the middle of the street with a
shopping cart. Nobody cares. In some ways I really don't want to go."
"I know. I really don't know what I'm going to do. I could live here
forever. 'course that is easier for me to say than you, I'm sure."
"It feels odd."
"What does?"
"Wearing clothes. I look down at myself and can't believe it. I'm so
used to seeing myself without them. Then I look over at Amy, and I
know that that is what I looked like a half hour ago. And Jane. Wow. I
just wish I never had to take them off," she remarked wistfully.
"Don't get used to it Christi."
"I know. It's going to be hard stripping these off whenever you tell
me."
I looked up. We were about halfway there. I stopped the procession.
"Janey?"
She looked over her shoulder, flashing a smile at me. She trotted
back. It looked strange, this woman running in an evening dress.
Barefoot.
"My turn?"
I nodded and the elegant woman put her bound hands on the shopping
cart. Christi looked up at me. She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me
a quick kiss. I hadn't seen her this happy in a long time. She held up
her wrists, waiting for me to cuff her.
"Go on, keep Amy company."
"No handcuffs?"
"You'll behave, won't you?"
"Oh course." She scampered up ahead. Jane let her bound hands push the
cart.
She was quiet for the first while. About three quarters of the way
back she asked a single question.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you suddenly being nice to us? I don't trust you."
"No reason for you to trust me, you minx. But I just felt like being
nice to you. You deserved it. You've done everything I asked. Without
complaining. Much. Why shouldn't I be?"
"You weren't going to let me have clothes were you?"
"Nope."
"You were going to torment me. Again."
"Yup. But I'd decided to let you have the dress even before you gave
me the riot act."
"Oh. I didn't need to do that?"
"No. But it was cute."
She flushed.
"What have you got planned for tonight? Or is a big surprise?"
"It's a surprise. But I don't think you'll be really unhappy about
it."
"I won't?"
"Nothing strenuous. You've been through a lot today. And last night.
Have to give you a rest if I expect you to remain sane."
"I could really use my bed."
She lapsed into silence. I broke it as the house came into view.
"How's your feet," I asked her.
"Sore. But not because of the pavement. Just done a lot of walking
today. Thanks for asking."
"Is Amy alright?"
"She'll be fine. She's just a bit frightened. Doesn't know how you
knew about that. What she told you. When you were whipping her."
"I'm psychic."
"It scared her."
"It should have. What about Sheila. What did she tell you about her
former life? Anything I should know?"
"A lot. A lot of the torments that he put her through. A story of pain
and horror. I don't know how she's alive, much less sane."
"You'll tell me about it?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really. But we can put it off until later."
I pointed to the gate which Christi was opening and holding for us.
Amy was almost at the front door which I'd left wide open earlier
today. Amy slipped inside the house. Christi walked along with us
until the cart bumped against the bottom stair to the porch.
"Guess we get to put away the groceries?"
I nodded. I had to check on Elizabeth and Sheila. I released the time
block on the groceries and bounded up the stairs leaving Christi and
Jane to sort out the cart. I took a look back, surprised again to see
them clothed.
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