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Chapter 36 - Time Out Of Time
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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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I picked up each girl. They were surprisingly light and positioned
them, face down facing Ashley on the floor. Lisa was quietly crying
and trying to say something behind her gag. Frustrated. Evelyn lay
there sullenly. Trying to work the gag out with her tongue, but
failing.
I walked back to where Ashley stood bound to the railing. She'd
ceased her struggling and crying. I began to talk to her.
"How are you doing Ashley?"
"A bit scared."
"Did that light tap hurt?"
"Oh God. You have no idea."
I smiled. I didn't but Jane probably did.
"Ashley, we are going to have a little contest. Okay?"
"What kind of contest? Please just let us go?"
"See Evelyn and Lisa? All bare and hog-tied?"
"Yes. Please don't hurt them."
"We are going to have a race. They are going to try and reach here.
You."
"They can't move."
"Admittedly, it will be a challenge. They are going to have some
trouble. The race ends when one of them reaches your foot and kisses
it."
"Why are you doing this?"
Jane spoke up from her floor at her feet. "Because he can. And he is
just going to love seeing those poor women struggling against those
ropes."
I nodded. "Because I can. And they are going to look beautiful trying
to get to your feet."
"Oh God."
"Aren't you even interested in the prize?"
"A prize?"
"Yeah, the winner of the race gets to whip the loser, on her breasts,
five times."
"Oh God. You are sick. They won't even try."
"You're right. Normally, why would anyone try to win such a race. I
anticipated that. So I figured that I would provide a distraction.
Double edged sword, so to speak. You won't have to concentrate on
your friends. And they will have incentive to make the race go
faster."
"Please."
"Aren't you even curious what I'm going to do?"
"Not really. You are going to do it whether I like it or not."
I nodded. "But I'm going to tell you anyway. Evelyn and Lisa should
hear what their task is." I watched as Evelyn fought against the
ropes holding her body. "I am going to hit you with the crop, once
every five minutes."
Ashley closed her eyes. "Oh please not that. Anything. I can't take
that kind of pain. I'll do anything. I'll have sex with you. I'll
crawl for you. Anything. Just not pain."
"Once every five minutes. But you get to choose where. On the
breasts, on the tummy, or on the thighs. Your choice. In order to be
given the choice, you have to remember to count the strokes. Okay? If
you forget, then I pick. And I happen to like the breasts." I traced
a finger down her right breast. "I'm assuming that you care whether
you get it here or not."
"Oh please. Anything. I'll do anything."
I could hear the protests through the gags from Evelyn and Lisa.
Jane looked up at me, "Please, you'll kill her. The way they are tied
it will take them an hour to work their way over. Give her more time,
she can't take that. Once every ten minutes. Please."
"Jane, I don't remember asking you for your opinion."
"Oh God. I'm sorry, sir. I'll be quiet. Please." I heard her jaw snap
shut. I guess she wasn't ready for another punishment.
"Where?" I asked Ashley.
"What?" the naked girl was shaking in her ropes.
"Where would you like the first one?"
"Please no. Don't make me choose where to hit me. Just hit me if you
have to."
Without warning, I brought the crop down across the tops of her
breasts.
She screamed out in pain and terror. "Ahhhhhhhh. Shit. Ahhhhh. Christ
that hurts. Please no more. Evelyn hurry. Oh God. Please."
Jane looked up at me and then at the sobbing girl above her. "Count,"
she hissed to Ashley.
"Too late," I said calmly, while giving Jane a dirty look. She looked
down quickly.
"Oh no. Please. No more on my tits. It hurts so much. Please. One.
You've hit me once. On the tits. Please let me choose. My thighs. Oh
God. Please on my thighs."
"You didn't want to choose last time."
"Please."
"Remember to count next time then."
"Oh God."
I glanced at the women on the floor. Evelyn was trying to stay on her
stomach. Trying to move her bound body as fast as she could. Moving
her shoulders, inching her bare body along the tile. Bare breasts
pressed into the floor under her body. Using her knees and shoulders
alternating to try and move her body. Struggling and straining at the
ropes that held her. Yelling through the gag. Lisa hadn't gotten the
coordination that was required to move yet. She hadn't moved very far
at all. But I could see her watching Evelyn, trying to move in a
similar way.
Five minutes passed, Evelyn had maybe moved a foot or so. And they
were only 5 or 6 feet away. I could see Evelyn trying to breathe
around the gag through her nose. Sweat was already forming on her
brow as she struggled.
I took aim with the crop and brought it down nastily right across
Ashley's bare nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. God. Christ. Bastard. Oh my
God. My nipples. My tits. Oh Christ. Shit. Ahhhhhhh. Argh. Please no
more. Please. God. Two. Oh God. That was only two." Through her
pain, she did manage to remember to count. I guess she had some
incentive.
A red line was forming across the front of her shaking breasts
connecting the nipples. She hung in her ropes for a few minutes just
sobbing. Jane at her feet grimacing. The naked women on the floor
trying their best to inch their way painfully towards the sobbing
woman.
Five more minutes passed. Listening and watching the grunting ladies
on the floor. They perhaps made it another foot or so. But I could
tell, even after only ten minutes of struggling, that they were
tiring. Their muscles held in such an odd position, forced to move,
struggling, straining against the ropes.
"Where?"
"Oh please, god. Stop hitting me. Mercy. It hurts so much. They are
moving. They're trying. You don't have to hit me. Oh God. Please."
"Where? Last chance."
"Oh, you bastard. On the thighs. Please don't hit me.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Noooooo. God. You bastard. Christ." She just
struggled to breathe for a second. "Argh. Oh good Christ. My legs.
Three. Fuck. Three."
She collapsed sobbing.
I sat up on the railing that Ashley was bound to, watching the
struggling of the women. Evelyn had worked out a rhythm where she was
able to move a little faster. She was very hot, I wandered over to
her and wiped her brow. She just glared at me and continue struggling
with the ropes and the gag. Inching her way across the tiles. I
wandered over to Lisa and whispered in her ear.
"You realize that if you don't catch up, and quick, I'm going to be
forcing Evelyn to whip your tits?"
Momentary panic and Lisa began to redouble her efforts. She'd seen
the pain that the whip was inflicting on Ashley.
I watched for another five minutes.
"Where?"
"Oh God. I can't take another one."
"Ashley."
"Shit. Okay, you son-of-a-whore. The thighs again."
I brought the crop down, extra hard, aiming to hit her in the same
place. I thought that she was going to break the railing with her
straining. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. She finally caught
her breath and incomprehensible words emerged.
"G-G-G Nooooooo Argh. Farg. Shit. My legs. You are going to kill me.
Good Christ. My legs. Oh my God. It hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Please no
more. I can't take it. I'll do anything you want. I'll torture
Evelyn. I'll crawl for you. I'll fuck you. Anything. Just stop
hitting me. Oh my God."
She began to sob.
Jane, from the floor at Ashley's feet hissed, "Count dammit."
Ashley's head snapped up. "Oh my God. Please no. Three. Four. That's
four. Oh God. Please don't hit me again. Please let me choose. Oh my
God. Please. Not my tits again."
I didn't tell her this time, but she wasn't in time. If it was long
enough to be reminded then she forgot to count.
By this time, Evelyn had managed to inch and struggle her way to
within a foot or so of Ashley's right foot. I watched as the bound
woman struggled. Watched her face as she twisted her wrists trying to
reach the knots that Jane had so expertly tied. Jane had since
scrambled out of the way, so that the nude woman might have an easier
time reaching her target. Lisa was a bit behind.
Five minutes and Evelyn was within an inch or so of Ashley's foot.
Ashley was straining against her bonds, trying to get her foot closer
to Evelyn. Evelyn, stretching her throat out as far as she could
reach. One lousy inch.
I brought the crop down just above Ashley's nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. Oh my God. Five. Dammit. Five. My tits. Oh
my God. Evelyn. Please. God. He's tearing me apart. He's going to
ruin my tits. It hurts so much. I'm going to die. Please no more.
Whoever you are. I'll fuck you. You can kill me. Please stop hitting
me. Good God. It hurts. Please. Please. Pleeease."
I watched as Evelyn struggled. Forcing her tired muscles to inch her
bare bound body just that one little inch closer. The two women
trying to get the touch required to stop the torture. Crying.
Finally, at about the three minute mark, Ashley had stopped
struggling enough to move her right foot closer to Evelyn's head and
managed to just touch Evelyn's gag with her toe.
"Oh God. Please. No more. I touched her. The race is done. Please.
We've done your sick game. Let us go. Please."
Evelyn was resting. Her body heaving. Trying to get enough air around
the cruel gag. She rolled over on her side, her bare breasts heaving
with the effort. Ashley sobbing.
I let the girls rest for a few minutes.
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Chapter 37 - Time Out Of Time
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After I'd let them rest for five minutes, I had Jane untie Evelyn.
She unfolded her bare body from the hog-tie and sat rubbing her
wrists, elbows and ankles. Where the pressure from the ropes would
have been the greatest.
She automatically went to remove the gag. I let her.
"You fucking bastard. I'll kill you." She got unsteadily to her
nyloned feet and began moving towards me. Jane immediately got to her
feet and grabbed the woman's arm. I heard her hiss in her ear.
"What are you going to do? Hit him? What the heck will that
accomplish? If he even lets you, you wouldn't believe the
punishment. He'll tie you up again. Force me to hit your tits, while
he punishes Ashley or Lisa for your anger. I know you're angry,
honey, but it won't do any good. How I've wished I could cause him
half the pain he's put me through. He probably wouldn't get off on it
as much if he ever felt it. Please. For me. I don't want to torture
you. Just do whatever he wants. For Ashley. And Lisa. Come on."
The anger just fled at Jane's words. I watched as her face fell and
she collapsed back on the floor. Her nylons tearing as she fell to
her knees. Holding her face in her hands. Beaten.
I let her cry for a while. Letting her muscles uncramp so that she
could effectively claim her prize. Finally, she looked up and with
hate in her eyes spoke, "You are such a fucking bastard."
"I know. Are you ready to claim your prize?"
The nude kneeling woman was confused. "Huh?"
"You get to whip the loser's tits. Five times. Remember?"
"Oh good Christ. You can't expect me to do that."
"Would you rather have Lisa whip your tits?"
She considered it. "I can't hit her."
I looked at Lisa. "Do you want to claim the prize instead? Evelyn did
win. She can give you the prize."
Lisa wildly shook her head.
Seeing her friends fear, Evelyn relented. "All right, you cocksucking
bastard. I'll hit her for you."
"I want you to know how much pain you are causing your friend."
"What?"
"Stand up."
"Good Christ. Why?" She unsteadily got to her feet.
"Stand still. Hands at your sides."
"Wha .... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck. My tits. You fucking bastard.
Oh God that hurts."
I had brought the crop down on her unprotected breasts without
warning. Her hands immediately up to protect her sensitive mounds
from another blow. Trying to comfort the breasts. She fell heavily to
her knees again, sobbing.
"Oh my God. You bastard. You have no concept of the pain. I can't do
that to Lisa. She'll die."
"Ashley didn't die. And for every minute that you procrastinate, I
add another stroke. If you don't do it, Ashley will. She was willing
to fuck me to make it stop."
"You are an animal. You know that?" she held out her hand for the
crop.
As I handed her the instrument, she just stared at it. Gauging
whether she could use it against me. In the end, she glared at me
with that hate in her eyes and shuffled over to Lisa.
"I'm sorry, honey. If I don't do this now, it will be so much worse
later. It hurts. You are going to think you are in hell. But you'll
survive. Maybe he'll let us go afterwards. Okay? Are you ready?"
I could see the tears falling down Lisa's cheeks, but she nodded in
resignation. I watched as Evelyn rolled Lisa over onto her side. The
hog-tie still holding her securely.
Evelyn closed her eyes and let the first blow fall, a hard one across
the left breast. Lisa began making tortured noises behind the gag.
Screaming into the rubber. Evelyn held her breath and let four more
fall in rapid succession. Two on each breast, carefully avoiding the
nipple. However, she didn't hold back the blows. I daresay that they
were probably harder than what I would have administered.
"That's enough," as Evelyn raised the crop again. She probably had
just lost track. Evelyn dropped the crop and immediately tried to
comfort her bound friend.
Lisa was crying and choking with the pain. Moaning in her bonds. I
walked forward and quickly released the gag. I didn't want her to
choke. With that much crying, I'd be surprised if she could even
breathe through her nose. That ball was seriously hampering her
breathing.
"Oh God. Evelyn. Christ. My tits. They are in so much pain. I've
never felt anything that hurt that much. And I broke my arm in second
grade. Oh my. God."
Evelyn was stroking her hair. Calling me names under her breath.
Understandable. I let the women cry it out. I wandered over to Jane
and sat behind her. Letting her lean back into me. Arms around her.
Jane was quietly shaking, crying with the other women.
Finally, I got up and retrieved a set of handcuffs that had been
discarded on the floor. I tossed them to Jane, who immediately began
to wrap them around her own wrists.
"No Jane. Not you." The girl looked confused. I almost laughed. She
was so used to being in chains, she had just assumed that I meant for
her to chain herself. "Put them on Evelyn. Behind her back."
The nude brunette got up and approached Evelyn.
"Please no. No more bonds. God, haven't I done enough?" But she
resignedly placed her hands behind her back, letting go of Lisa who
was still sobbing uncontrollably. Jane slipped the handcuffs onto
Evelyn and snapped them shut around her wrists. Evelyn pulled idly at
them. Waiting.
"Jane. Release Lisa."
"When did your last slave die?"
I actually smiled at that.
But Jane knelt quickly and began releasing the ropes wrapping Lisa's
hands and ankles. She was far better at releasing the knots she tied
than I was. Lisa's hands and feet were actually turning a bit blue; I
was guessing that the ropes had been a little tighter than I'd
intended. Time to get them off the helpless girl.
Lisa, finally freed, pulled her cramped arms in front of her and
continued to cry. Holding her marked breasts. And rocking. I let her
be for a few minutes.
Finally, I got up and approached Lisa and Evelyn. I crouched down to
be at the same level as they.
"Lisa?" She just looked up at me through her tear filled eyes. Not
even aware of her nudity any longer. She sat there, legs haphazard.
Presenting a fine view of her bare body. "Your breasts must be
starting to feel a little better. Right?" She nodded. But the tears
kept flowing. Maybe it wasn't completely the pain that had her
crying.
"You hurt me," she managed to choke out, accusingly.
"Actually, Evelyn did."
Evelyn gasped, but Lisa was the one to speak.
"You bastard. Semantics. And you know it. *You* hurt me," she sent
herself into another round of sobs. Still cradling her sore breasts.
"Okay. I hurt you."
She sniffled. But the admission seemed to help. She gradually stopped
crying. Like a child, this one.
"Lisa, I need you to do something else for me."
"Dammit, leave her alone." Evelyn's voice rang out from behind me.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jane raise her finger to her lips,
shushing Evelyn.
"W-w-i-i-ll it hurt?" Lisa asked softly.
"You may not like it, but it shouldn't hurt. I promise." I was trying
to be as soothing as I could.
"What do you want me to do? Will you let us go after I've done it?" I
noticed the use of the word 'after' not 'if'.
"Lisa, I'll leave you and your friends alone, if you cooperate with
this last thing. Okay?"
"What is it?" she asked me.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?"
"God. You want me to have sex? With a woman?"
"Have you ever before?"
"Please no. I've barely even had sex with men."
"So you've never even considered it? Making love to another woman?"
"Considered it? I-I-I ... hasn't everyone? Y-y-yes. I've considered
it," she was too frightened to even lie to me. Maybe it's what she
thought I wanted to hear.
"Can't you just leave her alone. Hasn't she suffered enough?" Evelyn
just couldn't keep quiet anymore.
I whirled on Evelyn.
"I've had just about enough of you." She shrank back in fright. "If I
have to gag you to make you shut up, I will. Jane warned you."
"Oh God. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Not the gag."
I motioned to Jane to get the gag that was previously in Lisa's
mouth, lying on the floor where I had dropped it after I was worried
about Lisa's breathing. Jane, also frightened by my quick change of
mood scrambled to get the gag. She moved to Evelyn and tried to get
it into Evelyn's mouth. Evelyn, of course, resisted. Not having the
patience, I reached forward and grasped her right nipple, she tried
to twist her body away, but Jane surprised me by holding the naked
woman. Evelyn struggled against Jane's hands but with her own
handcuffed behind her, couldn't get any leverage. I twisted the
nipple hard, watching Evelyn's face contort as she tried not to
scream. Knowing that the hated ball would be pushed into her mouth as
soon as she opened it to scream. I gave her nipple one more pinch and
a twist, just about ripping the nubbin of flesh from her breast. She
opened her mouth, unable to hold back the scream. Her wrists
struggling with the cuffs behind her. The ball popped behind her
teeth before she could let loose with the scream. Jane had it
buckled behind her head before any more noise could emerge from her
mouth. The scream muffled behind the rubber.
Evelyn just knelt there, fuming and trying to scream and yell through
the gag. Working to get it out of her mouth with her tongue. I
released her sore nipple and gently turned back to Lisa.
"Now, where were we?"
The frightened girl, was crying gently again. I leaned forward and
wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Wh-whether I was a lesbian or not. Please don't hurt me anymore.
God, Evelyn."
"Evelyn will be fine. She's just got to learn a bit of obedience is
all."
"God, you make it sound like we're dogs, just needing training. My
God. That's all we are to you. Aren't we? Just naked, pretty pets,"
she was starting to get hysterical on me.
"Lisa."
Jane crawled forward and looked at me. I just nodded. Jane crawled
over to the shaking girl and gathered her into her arms. Stroking
her, ironically, like petting a dog. Lisa began to stop her shaking.
Jane whispering into her ear. Calming her.
"Lisa. Sweetheart. You have to calm down. He's not going to hurt you
anymore."
"But he's going to make me have sex with a woman."
"I know. Honey. I've had to do it too. With my own sister. It's
better than being cropped. Trust me. Okay?"
"I don't know if I can do that."
"You have to. Pretend it's your boyfriend or something. That's what I
do when he makes me do it. It won't kill you. Okay?" Still stroking
her hair.
"But it's so humiliating."
"I know. But so is being naked. And you've gotten over that, haven't
you?"
"But ..."
"Shhhh. It's alright. You'll be all right. He won't hurt you
anymore. Just do what he wants and then you can forget about it. All
right?"
Lisa just nodded, the tears silently tracing down her cheeks. Her
bare breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing.
Jane just looked at me and I gave her one of those
I'm-impressed-I-thought-she- was-going-to-fall-apart-on-me looks. I
doubt very much if Jane particularly cared whether I was
uncomfortable or not. But I don't think she could stand watching the
poor woman suffer any longer. And she knew the ropes, so to speak.
Lisa visibly composed herself and looked at me.
"You okay?" Dumb question.
"As okay as anyone in my position, I guess. Please let us go."
I considered it for a minute, but I just had to see her making love
to another woman.
"Lisa, last thing. Okay? And then I'll let you go. Promise."
"Promise?"
"Promise." As good as my promises were these days.
"Who?"
I was confused for a second, and then realized that she wanted to
know who she was going to have to have sex with.
"Evelyn." Evelyn began to really struggle with her bonds upon hearing
this. Trying to speak behind her gag.
"Please don't make me do this. I'm straight. I'm not sure I can do it
with her. Please."
I ignored Lisa's pleas for now and turned to Jane.
"Janey, can you do me a favour?"
"I'd love to," came back the sarcastic reply. I just looked at her
and pointed at the crop. "No. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be
sarcastic. Honestly. What can a slave slut do for her master?
Please?" She fell automatically to her knees. The begging
automatically falling from her lips.
Her words surprised me, the words 'slut' and 'master' rolling off her
tongue so easily. She was a smart one. Completely melted my anger.
She knew just how far to push me, and then how to get herself out of
it if she overstepped. Normally, I was pretty understanding of the
girls. I couldn't imagine what they were going through. Had to give
them some leeway if I expected them to cooperate with me. Realizing
that she was manipulating me with her submissiveness, I swore to
myself that I would give her a punishment to remind her of her
status. But that could wait for later.
"Jane." The naked girl smiled sweetly at me knowing that she had
gotten away with something. I guess in her position, she didn't have
much. Any little victory would feel good. I'd have to convince her
otherwise later. "I need you to do a couple of things. I need Evelyn
bound a little more securely. If she gives you trouble, let me know.
I'll have to convince Ashley over there to help us. I need Evelyn's
legs bound apart to let Lisa have access. Leave her gagged. Cut out
the crotch of those pantyhose so Lisa can do her thing. Oh," I had an
afterthought, "cuff Lisa as well. Behind her back so she can only use
her tongue."
I watched as Jane fairly sprang to do my bidding. I'm sure she didn't
like what she had to do, but had already pushed me as far as she felt
safe doing. She knew that any little disobedience, perceived or
otherwise, could mean the crop raining down on her bare bound body
next. And she knew that I wouldn't hesitate. Especially with her.
I wandered over to Ashley, still bound at the railing. I took the
crop with me, but only for show. I wanted to make sure that Evelyn
was cooperative for Jane. Troublesome girl, that one.
Ashley's eyes were glued to the crop in my right hand.
"God. Please. No more. I can't take any more. Please. I'll do
anything. My tits are still aching from that thing. You have no idea
how much it hurts. I've never felt anything like it before. Please.
I'll do anything."
I reached down to her spread thighs and began to tease her between
the legs. Just light touches. Not really expecting her to react. I
could have forced her to react with threats of the crop, but I wasn't
particularly interested in that right now. But it re-enforced her
position. Bound. Naked. Not even able to stop me from touching her
most private places.
Expecting her to beg me to stop, she surprised me by staying silent.
I idly played with her body while I watched Jane work. Jane was
currently working a pliant Evelyn into position, tying her ankles to
mall benches and the railing that Ashley was bound to. Wide apart.
Evelyn wasn't fighting her. I guess knowing that I was right beside
Ashley with the crop and not wanting me to hurt Ashley further. Lisa
was kneeling where I'd left her, hands cuffed behind her silently
watching as I fondled Ashley.
I turned my attention back to the girl under my hand. I looked at her
and was surprised to see her eyes closed and her breasts heaving with
her now laboured breathing. On one of my light finger strokes, I
allowed my middle finger to part her lips and slip just beyond. No
doubt about it, she was getting wet. She moaned as my fingers parted
her and brushed her clitoris.
I just shook my head and pulled my hand away from her. It was a
strange reaction. I know that had the roles been reversed, me bound
nude to the mall railing and her teasing me, I would have reacted.
Even after a whipping. But I'm a guy. I'd expect a reaction. I'd just
whipped this girl until she begged, and she was getting wet under my
touch. Moaning. I doubt if I'll ever understand how the female
works.
Perhaps it was just a female thing. Same thing happened to Jane.
Maybe the female body just was better able to adjust than I thought;
finding some way of turning the pain and the humiliation into
pleasure. Perhaps, she was like Jane, with latent masochistic
tendencies. Unfortunately, I wasn't going to find out the truth. I
fully intended to leave them alone after this. Four girls was more
than I could handle as it was. Christi. Jane. Liz. And now Amy back
at the hotel. I could have kept Ashley, but that was getting
dangerous, I suspect. I'd already gotten careless once with Jane.
Perhaps, I'd come back for Ashley later. I'd leave them, like
Kimberly, ages ago, in real time instead of sending them back, like
the lawyers.
At the cessation of my finger's touch, Ashley opened her eyes. I gave
her a playful pat with the crop, barely touching her right breast.
Not hard enough to even leave a mark.
She squirmed. The pat hadn't really hurt. At least compared to the
former blows to her bare body. But she was frightened that I might
continue.
"Please. God. No more hitting. I'll do anything. I'll fuck you. I'll
crawl. I'll make love to Evelyn too. Just no more. Please," she was
almost in tears. I saw Jane sharply look up. I don't think that she
wanted to comfort yet another woman that I had stupidly pushed too
far.
I looked into Ashley's eyes. Giving her what she wanted. A release
from the crop.
"Ashley?"
"Y-yes." she stammered. Trying to hold back the tears. Trying to head
off the hysteria. I had to give her credit for trying.
"You'll do anything to avoid any more?"
"Please. God. Yes. Anything you want. I can't take anymore."
I had never intended to hit her anymore. I was done with that. At
least with her. She'd had enough. She didn't know that though. The
pat with the crop was just that. A playful pat. I really hadn't meant
it as a threat. But again, in her position, I would probably be a bit
sensitive to any perceived threat as well.
"Okay. I'll make a deal with you."
"Anything."
"I won't hit you anymore if you'll do something for me."
"Anything. I swear it. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck anyone you want me
to. I'll crawl."
"Okay. Okay. That won't be necessary. I just want you to fuck me.
Okay?" She nodded enthusiastically. More than just wanting to get
away from the crop. "But, it's for me. Got it? I want you to do it
slow. And sexy. I want you to undress me and do all the work." She
pulled against the ropes still holding her wrists and ankles. "I want
you to do it while Lisa makes love to Evelyn. I want you to pay
attention. I don't want to come just as fast as you can. I want you
to bring me to climax just after Evelyn orgasms or at the same time.
Okay? You think you can do that?"
"I-I think so."
"Make sure of it. You understand?"
She nodded. Tears beginning to form.
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Chapter 38 - Time Out Of Time
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Jane was almost done with the other girls. She was guiding a hesitant
Lisa to the floor between Evelyn's spread thighs.
Meanwhile I worked quickly to release Ashley from the railing. Just
as I'd freed Ashley's left wrist from the bonds holding her, Jane
wandered back to me and knelt at my feet.
"I know this is a really really stupid thing to do. But I see
Ashley's got a job, and Lisa and Evelyn. What do you want me to do?"
"Jane." I handed her the crop. "I know you hate to torment other
captives."
"Oh please god no. Don't make me hit anyone." Shifting the crop from
hand to hand. Eyes scared.
"Jane. I don't want to be at this all day." She shut her mouth. "I
need you to keep your eye on Evelyn. She isn't going to like the
lesbian attention that she is getting. But I've instructed Ashley
here to tease me until Evelyn has come. You know how cranky I am if I
have to wait for anything for too long. If she doesn't come in twenty
minutes, I'll take it out of your hide. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," she answered glumly from her kneeling position. "I knew I
shouldn't have asked."
"If it makes you feel any better, I was going to make you do this
anyway."
Jane just nodded. I freed Ashley's last bond, her right wrist. She
had stood quietly throughout this exchange. When her wrist was
finally freed of the ropes, she immediately moved to me and pressed
her bare body up against me. I nodded to Jane who moved over to
Evelyn and Lisa and explained what had to happen. I saw Evelyn
shaking her head before I was almost completely distracted by
Ashley's soft mouth pressing against my lips. Ashley kissed me
deeply. With far more passion than I had expected. After all, I was
practically raping her. You can hardly count a bound naked woman,
terrified of a beating, agreeing to sex as consent. Semantics.
Her hands, quick, unbuttoning my clothes. Tugging. Until I was as
naked as she. She knelt and took me into her mouth. I watched as Lisa
bent to her task. I actually closed my eyes when Jane had to bring
the crop down on Evelyn. Evelyn screaming under the lashing, whipping
her hair around. Trying to scream through the gag. Crying. And
finally listening to Jane. Concentrating on the hated sensations
from Lisa's tongue. A crop on the bare, defenseless breasts seemed to
break down a woman's resistance almost faster than anything.
As Ashley ran her tongue up and down my shaft. Teasing. Her hands
playing with my testicles. Tears in her eyes. Wanting to know what
was happening with her friends but having to concentrate on me.
After the days events, I was a bit sensitive. It took all her will
and talent to ensure that I didn't come too early. Along with a hell
of a lot of will power from my end. Her tongue felt unbelievably
good.
I watched as Jane had to hit Evelyn a few more times. In rapid
succession. Both women crying. But Evelyn, again trying to pay
attention to Lisa's mouth in her crotch through the pain. Sobbing.
Ashley gently guided me to the cold floor. Now I knew what the bare
women were going through. That tile brought goosebumps to my skin as
I lay back. But the tile warmed up rapidly with my body heat. Silly.
I should have made her lie on the floor before I did to warm it up
for me first. But, like I was thinking about that? Ashley, continued
to run her soft lips and tongue over me making me completely forget
about the cold floor. Bringing me close and then dropping the
sensation. Sitting up. Touching herself. Driving me nuts.
Finally, she lifted her body and straddled me. Facing her friends.
Watching Lisa intently. She lowered her body until her soft, wet
vagina engulfed me. I gasped. And I swear I saw her smile briefly.
She began to rock herself. Moving her hips gently. Massaging me.
Clenching with her vaginal muscles occasionally. I was in heaven.
Lifting herself and ever so slowly lowering. Keeping me on the edge.
I tried not to thrust, knowing that it would make it harder on her to
control my orgasm, but sometimes not being able to help it.
I heard a little cry from Evelyn's gagged lips and watched around
Ashley as the other bound woman climaxed heavily in her ropes.
Pulling. Straining. Crying out into the gag. Jane breathed a sigh of
relief. Ashley, began moving her body a little more while Jane
crawled over to us.
"She finished." Jane whispered in my ear.
I just nodded. Trying to concentrate on the sensations from Ashley's
body. I opened my eyes as I felt a light touch on my balls. Ashley,
began to speed the pace up a bit. I saw Jane's arm disappear around
Ashley's body. And my balls knew exactly where her tickling fingers
had ended up. I felt Jane's soft lips pressing insistently against
mine. Increasing the sensations. The two women working perfectly in
concert, arousing me.
I groaned as the orgasm overwhelmed me. The sensations from the two
women. Jane's soft fingers and Ashley's vagina sending my mind
exploding in light and energy. Ashley continued to move herself
thrusting her hips as I climaxed. Until I was completely spent inside
of her.
I whispered. "Enough." And Ashley slowly extracted herself from me as
I lay vulnerable and unable to move under the two women's gazes.
Finally I rolled over onto my side and reached for my clothes. As I
slipped them on, Ashley, kneeling beside Jane whimpered.
I looked at her quizzically as I pulled my shirt on.
"M-m-master?"
This surprised me. From Ashley. I hadn't told her to call me master.
I really hadn't told her anything. I saw Jane whispering in her ear.
Probably Jane's idea.
"Yes?"
"A poor slave girl needs attention."
That almost made me hard again. But damned if I wasn't tired. I saw
Jane smiling wickedly at me. She was pretty proud of herself. What I
couldn't believe was that Ashley was actually saying this.
"What kind of attention, slave?" I actually had to force myself to
say 'slave'. Force myself into the role playing. Hard to concentrate
after such a mind blowing orgasm.
"P-please, I'm so hot. I need ..."
"Yes?"
"Please. I can't say it."
"What? Out with it."
"Please. I need to climax."
"Okay if Lisa does it for you? I'm a little tired."
Ashley went a little white, but recovered quickly and nodded. She
probably realized that this was her only hope of getting what she
wanted. I sat down on a mall bench and motioned to Jane to bring Lisa
over. Lisa resisted a bit, but Jane just picked up the crop off the
floor beside the sobbing Evelyn and Lisa walked over to Ashley.
Ashley was already laying back on the floor.
Lisa crying managed to choke out, "Ash, how can you do this to me?"
Ashley just closed her eyes.
I answered for her. "Ashley didn't do this to you Lisa. I did. I'm
making you do this. Not her. Okay?"
Jane gently pressed on Lisa's shoulders and she resignedly fell to
her knees. She gave me a forlorn look, asking silently not to make
her do this again. When she saw no mercy forthcoming, she quietly
ducked her head to Ashley. Ashley, being a lot more sexually excited,
made a much more willing partner than Evelyn had. Lisa practically
only had to breathe on Ashley's clitoris before the woman began
falling over the edge. Ashley tensed and cried out. Almost screaming.
As it completed, she managed to push Lisa's head away from her pussy
and began to sob.
I let the woman cry on the floor while the others just looked on
helplessly. After a few minutes, Ashley had cried herself out and
slowly sat up. She gave me an accusing look and remarked, "You are a
bastard."
"For what? Making you hot?"
"Yes." Her face burning. "I shouldn't be. You hurt me. You hurt my
friends. You make us do all sorts of shit. And you get me hot?
Bastard."
I was intrigued. This made absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. But
I'm a guy. I'm sure it made a lot more sense to the female of the
species. But I suppose I was a bastard. And if it made her feel
better or less guilty or whatever it was she needed, I was willing to
let her rant. Ashley, finally spent, collapsed into Jane's arms.
Jane, stuck with soothing yet another one of my victims gave me a
dirty look. I almost laughed as I stuck out my tongue at her. Jane
smiled but then turned her attention to the girl in her arms.
I, mostly recovered now, walked over to where Jane and Ashley were on
the floor. I bent down and gathered up Ashley into my arms and
carried her, still sobbing, to the bench. As I bent down to gather
her up, I whispered some instructions to Jane, who, as soon as her
arms were free of Ashley began to gather up some rope from the pack.
She gently guided Lisa to a mall bench. Lisa protesting a bit as Jane
tied her sitting on the bench. Legs apart. Back arched. Still
handcuffed.
I tried to comfort the sobbing girl in my lap, but I suspect that her
orgasm had triggered some kind of emotional dam which let out all the
emotions from the rough afternoon. Jane had finished with Lisa and
had removed Evelyn's gag, to a lot of verbal abuse. Ashley finally
ran out of tears and began to softly hiccup. I could feel the girl
falling asleep. Sleep is all I could think of as well. It had been a
pretty full day. For everyone.
Jane padded over to me and gently guided Ashley, still hiccuping,
away from me. She sat the unresisting girl on the floor with her back
against the mall railing. She deftly tied the poor girls arm's
outstretched to the railing supports and then stood up.
I wandered about and double checked the knots. They seemed tight
enough. Jane was pretty competent with rope and knew that I did spot
checks of her tying. Jane gathered up the odds and ends. Ropes and
handcuffs that we'd strewn about the mall.
I checked Evelyn's bound form last. Her tear streaked face turned up
to mine from her awkward position on the floor.
"Please don't leave us like this."
"Would you rather I stay?"
"Oh God. You are a bastard."
"I know." But I had to leave them like this if I wanted to come back
for Ashley. I concentrated and slowed time to a crawl for all three
girls. Time would seem to pass normally for them. They could talk
and cry. But their time would move at a much slower rate relative to
the rest of us. If I was gone for weeks, it would only feel like a
half day for them. The wonders of Time phase.
I looked up at Jane. Saw tears in her eyes, but she held her head up
and walked ahead of me back to the street above.
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As her bare feet hit the asphalt, I stopped her. She turned
questioningly to me. I snagged one of her wrists and placed a
handcuff on it and closed it. She just looked at me, begging with her
eyes. Afraid, at this point to say anything. I pulled her other
wrist behind her back and fastened it with the other side of the
handcuffs.
Only one word escaped her lips, "Why?"
"Janey. You know why. Because I like it. And I also want you to wear
these. I rummaged in the pack and brought out the nipple clamps. They
were a pretty pair. Adjustable tension. Joined with a thin chain.
Tears welled into her eyes as she saw and recognized the clamps.
"Oh God. Please. What have I done? I did everything you asked. Please
no."
"Jane. Remember that sarcastic comment?"
"I didn't mean anything. Honest. Master. It was an honest mistake. I
apologized."
"I know it was." I stroked her hair. "And you almost made up for it
with the submissive behaviour afterwards."
"Please don't put them on me. You have no idea how sensitive my boobs
are. Please."
"Jane."
"Oh God. You are going to clamp me no matter what I say, aren't you?"
"Jane. It could have been a lot worse. That remark almost got you a
good strapping on the nipples, then the clamps, extra tightened. You
managed to avoid most of it."
"Please. Do you know how uncomfortable those things are going to be
if I'm walking. It's bad enough without a bra. Please."
I reached forward and began lightly stroking her right nipple. She
cried silently, knowing what was coming, but not twisting away. I
watched as she tried to concentrate on her breast. Tried to
consciously will away the automatic tightening of the flesh to the
touch of my finger. Her nipple, slowly, inexorably, tightened.
Hardening. I slipped the first clamp over the nipple and tightened it
until I thought that it was causing her enough discomfort.
"Please don't do this. You don't have to. I'll be good. I swear it.
It hurts."
I repeated the procedure on her left nipple, the chain glinting in
the sunlight between her breasts. I knelt down and slipped the ankle
cuffs on her bare ankles and then rose.
She sniffled, but resigned herself to the discomfort. She probably
knew that this could be a lot worse.
I gathered up her leash and snapped it onto her collar.
I didn't have to pull because she just docilely fell in beside me,
making as big a step as she could with the short ankle restraints.
Our progress was slow, but I didn't mind. She concentrated on each
step, trying to reduce the swing of the chain between her breasts.
Softly crying out each time I idly reached out to swing the chain
when she didn't swing it enough with her own movements.
About half way back to the hotel, she braved speaking again.
"M-m-aster?"
"Yes?"
"Please these clamps hurt. Can we take them off? I've learned my
lesson."
"And what lesson is that?"
"No more sarcastic remarks. Ever."
"That wasn't the lesson and you know it. I almost expect sarcasm out
of you."
Tears welled in her eyes.
"Please, sir. What was the lesson, then? This poor dumb slave doesn't
even know what she did wrong."
"Think about it. You aren't dumb. You'll come up with it. We've still
got quite a bit to go with you moving so slow."
"I could move faster without these chains. Please, sir, can we rest a
moment."
I nodded. She shuffled over to the curb and sat her bare body down.
Tears still falling heedlessly down her cheeks. Her nipples must have
been really throbbing by this point. I watched as she unconsciously
tried to move her hands in front of her to release the clamps.
She did the female thing again to me. Wild subject change.
"She was really confused you know."
"What?"
"Ashley. Back there. She's like me. Got off on the humiliation and
pain but hated every moment that her body was betraying her. Worse
than me. I would never have begged for a climax in front of you. She
must have been really hot."
"You're stronger. That's all. She'd been through a lot."
"We could have taken you while you were recovering from that orgasm
you know, you were pretty out of it. Neither of us had any restraints
on."
"And your nipples would be a hell of a lot sorer than they are now if
you'd even considered it past wishful thinking."
"I know. This is why I didn't try anything. But I saw it in her eyes
briefly. To knock you out of the picture. If she wasn't so afraid of
how you captured her so easily the first time, I think she would have
tried. And regretted it, probably. You know, Ashley was even afraid
to ask you to finish her off."
"I figured. I saw you whispering to her. Why'd you help her?"
"Kindred spirit. She sounded like she really wanted the release. I
personally don't understand it completely. I mean you had just
whipped her. I knew that if you were asked the right way you might
take pity on her. Or at least not punish her for asking. I wasn't
expecting the Lisa thing though. I could never beg you for an orgasm
like that."
"Care to bet?"
"Please don't make me do that. All right, I would if you forced me.
But she wanted to cum so bad, she was willing to humiliate herself
completely to get it. I don't think I would ever do that on my own."
"Care to bet?"
"Please."
I tucked the information back in my mind. I should see if I could
disprove her. It might take a bit, but I bet I could get her begging
for a climax.
I touched her bare arm. She automatically rose to her feet.
"Please can't we take off these clamps. My nipples are so sore. This
s-slave would really like her Master if he took them off her." She
gave me those puppy eyes that some women are so good at.
She was starting to realize that I could be manipulated with the
right phrasing. But she only used the third person Master/slave stuff
when she thought it would get her something. Most of the time it
worked, I'm ashamed to say.
It was one of the hardest things I've had to do yet. She seemed so
sincerely sorry.
"In a while. Okay? I like them on you. Tell you what. If you come up
with the lesson in three tries, I'll take them off you."
Her face fell, and she walked beside me in silence. Probably pouting,
but I didn't think I could resist that, so I avoided her eyes. She
didn't even protest. I could just change the lesson forever, not
giving her a chance. But what choice did she really have? She
couldn't exactly just take them off herself.
A while later, she just exploded with, "Obey without question."
I turned to her. "Obey without question?"
"Yeah, the lesson."
"Jane. You're smarter than that. That is a damn good lesson, but that
isn't why your nipples are clamped. And if you think about it, you
know that you didn't question anything. You were pretty good in that
department today."
Her face fell and she fell in beside me again. Her face screwed up in
concentration. At least as much as a naked, bound, tit clamped woman
can concentrate.
We had passed a few more building, one had a department store window
where women's fashions were being displayed. I saw Jane look
wistfully in at the mannequins in the windows. Wearing more than
her.
"Never talk back to you?"
"Nope. Though in general that is a good idea as well. However, I'd
get bored with you if you didn't talk back, occasionally. And that
can be an unearned lesson. Never bore me. You know that not talking
back is about the same as not being sarcastic. I already told you
that this isn't the reason for your current punishment."
"Oh."
"One more try. I'd be careful about the next one. Unless you feel
like sleeping in those things."
"Please. My nipples are throbbing. I can't take it much longer."
"You will, because you don't have a choice."
We walked along. I could almost see her mind working. Wanting to come
up with the right answer. Knowing it could be almost anything. Only
knowing that it had something to do with the sarcasm. Of all the
things to pick on. Wanting to blurt out anything that she came up
with. Anything to get those damn clamps off her sore nipples but
waiting trying to figure out the best one. Concentration fading with
the pain.
"Please, Master. Help a dumb slave? Please?"
I just looked at her. She realized that I wasn't going to make it any
easier on her and just looked down.
"God. I will be punished for disobeying or angering you."
"That is true. And I'll give you that you are on the right track."
"Oh God. Please. Please take them off me." Tears had welled up in her
eyes. "Please give this stupid slave slut another chance. Please?"
I made her wait. Walking along for five minutes. Her quietly crying
in frustration.
"Only because you were so helpful back there today. You did an
excellent job with Lisa and Ashley when they fell apart. But, you
have to make a choice. I can tighten those things until you come up
with the right answer. Or you can choose to wear them as they are
until bedtime. How smart are you?"
"Please. It could be anything. My nipples feel like they're on fire.
Please have some mercy on a dumb slave. Please."
She had almost completely fallen into the slave role on me. I wasn't
entirely sure that I wanted that. But she was in pain. I was betting
that as soon as those clamps came off, she'd revert to her normal
sarcastic, willful self. Interesting to know. There was no way that I
had broken her that easily. She'd just figured out that this kind of
speech made things easier on her. And she was pretty quick adjusting
her speech to the new pattern. Even though she was good at getting
the words off her tongue, I could see the resistance still behind her
eyes. I hadn't broken her yet. Not sure I ever would.
"Choose."
"Shit. Okay. Tighten them you bastard. I want another shot at this.
And I can't wear these damn things until you let me sleep."
I kind of figured that she wouldn't give up. Even if it meant a
little more pain. I reached forward and gave them each another half
turn. She closed her eyes and held her breath as the cruel clamps bit
even more fiercely into her sensitive nipples. But she didn't cry
out.
We walked along for a while more. Her trying her damnedest to figure
out what I wanted to hear. Trying to walk gingerly in her bare feet
and ankle chains. Trying to keep her upper body as still as she
could. I'd stopped moving the clamps a while back when I realized
just how much they were hurting her.
"You really have a thing for hurting my boobs, don't you?"
"They are nice boobs to hurt. Why? You wet?"
"Bastard." She gritted her teeth.
"Have you figured it out yet?"
"Are you going to tighten them again if I'm wrong?"
"Nope, but I'm getting tired of this game. Last chance."
"God. I can't stand this much longer."
I stopped. I knew that she must have come up with some
possibilities. Probably been wracking her brain for the last hour.
She just was trying to choose between them. We were nearly back at
the hotel.
"Out with it then."
"Please have mercy on me. I'm a person. I'm Jane. I feel, you know? I
hurt. How would you make out in my place? My boobs hurt. I can't
concentrate like this. My nipples are on fire. I'm sorry for whatever
I did. Please. I'm so sorry. Please take them off. God. Please have
mercy."
"You are my slave. Nothing else. Remember that."
"Oh God. Okay. Okay. Please just tell me what you want to hear. I'll
get down on my knees. Beg you. I'll repeat it at the top of my lungs.
I'll crawl all the way back to the hotel. Please take these damn
things off my boobs. Please. They hurt." The last words almost
plaintively, tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.
"I'm waiting. As far as I'm concerned you can wear them forever. What
do you think the lesson was?"
"Oh God. Please. All right. If a slave is sufficiently cooperative
and humbles herself to her Master, he may take leniency on her
punishment. Please Master, this slave begs you to remove the clamps.
Please."
I reached forward and grasped the right clamp. Jane gasped as I moved
the clamp. Ignoring her pain, I began to undo the clamp. Relief
flooded into her face, just before she yelped at the pain of the
returning circulation in her nipple. I released her left clamp,
eliciting the same response from her.
As soon as the clamps were off, she collapsed to her knees on the
pavement. Sobbing in relief. Whispering, "Thank-you" over and over as
she cried on her knees. Those clamps must have hurt a lot more than
I'd intended. To be honest, I was completely surprised that she had
come up with that. Considering her position, to consider it lenient
was a stretch. But, I guess she was a smart girl. She knew that those
clamps could have been a lot tighter on a lot more sensitive nipples.
Though she tried to use the words to her advantage, both she as I
knew that she was far from a stupid slave. I was actually impressed
with her.
I let her cry herself out and then raised her back to her feet. I
handed her the hated clamps into her bound hands; she grasped them
without question behind her back. Having her carry them back to the
hotel, making her aware of them, even though they weren't currently
attached to her breasts. That I was the one that could release her
from the pain. Not her. Her nipples. Erect, and no doubt very
sensitive were an angry red. Still slightly crying we found ourselves
back at the hotel in about fifteen minutes. I took off her ankle
chains and led her up the fire stairs to the suite.
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When we entered, I noticed that the girls had managed to release
Elizabeth from her chair. Amy had dug out some CD's from her suitcase
somehow and the girls were quietly relaxing, listening to what
sounded like Mozart. Christi and Amy lying back at opposite ends of
the couch and Elizabeth curled up on the floor. I motioned for Jane
to join the relaxing women as I dropped wearily into the easy chair
that had so recently held Elizabeth. Mozart crashed over me as I
closed my eyes for a second.
After a few moments I opened my eyes. Four nude women, their hands
handcuffed behind their backs. Trying hard not to attract my
attention. Jane curled up on the carpet beside Elizabeth. What the
hell was I going to do with them tonight? I was far too exhausted to
torment them any further. I idly noticed how my thoughts
automatically assigned normal time to our situation. A glance out the
window would show that the world hadn't moved an inch from morning
when I'd stopped it. The bright sunshine still beaming down on the
world. But our bodies and minds appear to have some rhythm of their
own. So it was nighttime. Despite what the outside world was telling
us.
Tearing my wandering mind back to the girls in front of me. I had to
decide what to do with them. Before I fell asleep. I'd been careless
last evening. And I'd almost paid the price for it. If it wasn't for
Jane not quite having the courage to continue, I'd have either found
out the consequences of death in a strange timeline or had to begin
this whole adventure over again. Neither case particularly appealed
me. I'd invested a lot of time and energy setting up this situation.
And if the equations were wrong, my death could have some really
serious consequences. I had to make sure that the women were secured
tonight. No mistakes.
Jane tied the best knots out of all the women. I opened my eyes again
with an effort. I looked down at Jane. She was still breathing hard
from climbing the stairs to the penthouse suite. Her bare breasts
rising and falling as she rested.
"Janey?"
"Sir?" she was pretty tired too, I could tell.
"Come here."
Jane wearily obeyed. Struggling back to her bare feet and padding
over to where I sat.
"Wrists."
Jane turned herself around and held her wrists out to me behind her
back. I fished the key out and released her slender wrists from their
confinement. I idly played with the handcuffs as Jane turned herself
back around rubbing her wrists. She had put down the nipple clamps,
without permission, as she had initially settled to the floor. I
decided to let it slide. I was far to tired to even consider
punishing her. And she was too tired to take it. Last thing I needed
was really rebellious women when I was this tired. I wasn't even sure
I had the energy to stop her if she wanted to attack me, much less
manipulate time.
"Jane. I want you to tie Amy and Elizabeth up."
The protests began from Amy and Elizabeth immediately, but a single
weary glance silenced them before they could really irritate me.
"How?"
"How?" my mind was really beginning to have trouble concentrating.
"How do you want me to tie them?" Jane was getting a bit exasperated.
I couldn't really blame her.
"Securely. To something."
"Together? Uncomfortably?"
"Together. Don't really care about comfort. Make them as comfortable
as practical. They'll be in it for a while."
Jane nodded wearily and wandered over to Amy and Elizabeth. She
touched Amy's arm and urging her to her feet. Elizabeth struggled to
her feet from the floor. I closed my eyes, hearing Amy's and
Elizabeth's small moans over the Mozart as they were moved into
position and secured. Once I heard Amy plead, "Please sir. Please I
don't need to be tied up." Only to be shushed by Jane.
I had just about begun to doze when Jane touched my arm, almost
startling me. Christ. I had to keep my eyes open until I was done
with the girls. Especially with Jane free and about. I'm suspecting
that I was really lucky that Jane was as exhausted as I.
I snapped awake. Amy and Elizabeth were standing in the middle of the
room. Hands still handcuffed behind them. Jane couldn't have taken
the cuffs off the women anymore than she could release her own wrists
when I had them cuffed. No key. Amy and Elizabeth facing each other.
Bare breasts pressed together. Soft rope holding their ankles
together. Rope encircled their ankles, knees, thighs, waists and
under their arms holding them firmly together. Their faces only
inches apart. A loose rope held their throats, and a very lax piece
ran upwards from their throats to one of the plant hooks. They'd be
okay as long as they remained standing. A crotch rope was worked
around their hips, the rope running through their vaginal lips,
joining them together. All in all, a very attractive job. They
weren't going to get much sleep tonight being unable to lie down. But
that didn't particularly concern me right now. I'd give them a rest
in the morning. I was simply too tired to care.
Realizing that they were going to be stuck like that for a while, if
I was going to sleep, Amy looked at me with tears in her eyes. I
handed Jane the key to Christi's handcuffs and motioned her to free
Christi. Jane padded over to her task without complaining.
Amy, her lower lip quivering, spoke from her bonds.
"Please. You don't have to do this. I'll be good. I promise. I'll
make love to you before you sleep. I'll crawl for you. Handcuff me to
something. Please. Not standing. I'll never sleep."
I rose from my chair and walked over to the two girls standing tied
together. I just pressed my finger against her lips, and she
obediently quieted. I checked the ropes. Not tight enough to cause
real discomfort or hurt their circulation. Although I couldn't
imagine the crotch ropes being overly comfortable. I looked over at
Jane. A bit surprised that she had added that touch on her own.
Strictly it hadn't been necessary. I was so tired I wouldn't have
even though to tell her to do it. Damn that girl, beginning to know
me better than I know myself. Elizabeth's face, silently pleading
with me not to leave them like this for the night.
I whispered to the girls, "Ladies. I know you are uncomfortable.
Spend the night like this. Try to sleep. Okay? If you can't I'll let
you sleep in the bed tomorrow after I wake. You'll be alright. Just
quiet. I don't want to have to gag you."
Amy just nodded. Tears spilling over her eyes. Elizabeth, just
relaxed as much as she was able. These were going to be very tired
girls in the morning. I'd deal with them then. I was almost asleep on
my feet.
An evil thought occurred to me as I turned to gather up the remaining
two girls.
I leaned in towards the bound girls. I gave them both a kiss on the
cheek, whispering to Elizabeth as I did so. She initially shook her
head, but a quick open hand on her backside convinced her. Tears in
her eyes, she leaned her head forward, and before Amy could react,
kissed her full on the mouth. To my surprise, Amy didn't back away
from the kiss but rather returned it. Softly crying.
Elizabeth broke the kiss and looked back at me. She said simply,
"Good night, Sir."
Amy echoed the words, quietly. I stroked their hair and whispered,
"Good night, girls."
I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both completely free of bonds and
gave them my arms. Each took one and as we passed the stereo, Jane
flipped it off. Mozart faded. Christi touched the light switch as we
passed into the hall plunging the two bound girls into darkness, each
emitting a small cry.
As soon as we made it to the bedroom, I flopped down on the bed.
Closed my eyes. A moment later, I opened them. Without any
instruction at all, Christi had automatically cuffed Jane's hands
behind her back. I watched wearily as she guided the naked teen to
the desk chair. Jane sighed as she sat down. Christi knelt and
quickly wrapped soft rope holding Jane's ankles to the chair legs.
There wasn't a scrap of resistance from Jane. She might have even
been more tired than I. I hadn't had to walk for what seemed like
miles, hobbled and barefoot struggling with the pain of nipple
clamps.
Jane settled into the chair and closed her eyes. As I watched, her
breathing became more regular and her head fell quietly forward. I
don't think I'd ever met anyone that was able to fall asleep as
quickly as she. But I guess I'd put her through an awful lot today.
Her nipples, softly moving with her breathing were still an angry
red. I felt a quick pang of guilt for causing her that pain; I pushed
it away. I guess I was just more tired than I thought.
Christi, had walked over to the bed where I was lying. Her hands
pulling at my clothes. With a little help from me, soon I had lost my
clothes, idly I watched as she carelessly tossed them about the room.
Shirt over by the dresser. Pants at Jane's feet. Shoes, at the foot
of the bed.
I took a deep breath as her hands found my penis. I was ready in a
second. Four nude, captive women. Plus all the adventure today. Those
poor girls tied up in the mall. Tormenting them. The Ashley enigma.
Jane's masochistic tendencies surfacing. The lawyers. Punishing Amy
and Jane. The memories flooding over me. I was more than ready as her
soft lips slipped over the head. Her soft tongue running over the
length of me. Lightly sucking. My hands resting on her hair. Stroking
her head as she used her mouth. Finally, my hips rising from the bed.
Thrusting into her teasing mouth. Climaxing. I felt her throat
spasming as she struggled to swallow everything. Breathing through
her nose. Releasing her head, letting her up.
A last wave of weariness washing over me. I struggled to keep awake
as I felt her reaching to the night stand. Sensing her gathering
something up. Adrenaline. My eyes snapped open, sure I was going to
see a kitchen knife in her hands. Almost calling up my reserves of
strength, ready to freeze her. I relaxed. Two pairs of handcuffs in
her long fingers. God, I was tired.
"You don't have to tie me up, you know." But I could see it in her
face. She knew that she wasn't going to be allowed freedom this
night.
My eyes closing again. I just sighed. I guess she took the sigh to
mean that she was going to be bound with the rest of the girls
tonight. When I opened my eyes again, she had handcuffed her own
slender ankles together. I made an effort worthy of Goliath and
raised into a sitting position. I touched her bare shoulder as she
was struggling to move off the bed to the floor. She stopped. I swung
her bare legs back up onto the bed, taking the second pair of
handcuffs from her fingers. I snapped them around the bar of the bed
foot bar and to the chain binding her ankles, effectively holding her
on the bed. Damned if I was going to have a repeat of yesterday.
Christi wasn't going anywhere tonight. I then collapsed back onto the
bed. My eyes closing for the last time. I felt her hands gently
stroking my hair as I fell asleep. My last thought before dreamland
was that I hoped that she didn't have enough strength to strangle
me.
"Good night, Master," she softly said before lying down beside me.
Her ankles quietly jangling the chains holding them.