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Chapter 76 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I placed the spoons on the counter beside the nipple clamps. Then I
walked back to the opposite side of the table. Adjacent to Amy. She
looked at me, fear in her eyes. I could see it. She wanted to be
anywhere but here.

"Amy?"

"Y-yes."

"Do you think that you could help me, if I untied you?"

"Please. I will if you force me to. But I don't want to help you hurt
her."

"But you will?"

I could see Karen squirming in her bonds. Blind. And afraid. She
could certainly hear me talking to Amy. Knowing that I was going to
get Amy to hurt her.

"Of course. Do I have any choice? I remember the tongue thing."

"Good girl."

"What do you want me to do? You bastard."

I raised my eyebrows. I was expecting to be called a lot of names
before this day was done. I couldn't punish them every time they
released some tension calling me names. I reached behind her and
released her from the cuffs. I placed them on the kitchen table. Amy
sat quietly rubbing her wrists.

I motioned for her to rise and be quiet. She did as she was asked. We
walked over to where Karen waited. Her arms must have really been
aching in that tight bondage. And she wasn't going to be let free for
a while yet.

I whispered in Amy's ear. No way for Karen to hear.

"Take a wooden spoon. I want you to hit her from behind. Be
creative.  If she turns around, hit whatever she presents to you. If
I see you avoiding her breasts, you'll regret it."

I watched as Amy closed her eyes, but silently walked over to the
counter. She returned with a wooden spoon. "Wait for me to tell you,"
I whispered to the unwilling girl.

Amy pleaded with me with her eyes. I'd never had her hit anyone yet.
For some reason the girls had real trouble hitting another helpless
woman. Even Christi sometimes had trouble. And she claimed to be a
dominant personality. Probably some empathy happening. "Please don't
make me do this. I don't know if I can."

"You have to, sweetheart. You can do it."

She silently accepted it. Bracing herself. Trying to convince herself
that she had to do this. Cause this helpless woman in front of her
real pain. Like it or not.

I wandered over to the counter myself and picked up the second spoon
and the nipple clamps.

I walked up to Karen and she jumped a bit as I spoke to her. "Karen?
This is going to be a bit uncomfortable."

"Worse than I am now?" she said between gritted teeth.

"A bit."

I traced her right nipple with my finger. It involuntarily tightened
and she gasped. I slipped the tiny clamp over the nipple and began to
tighten it. I was careful not to tighten it too much, but this woman
had almost certainly never worn one before. Tears began to fall from
her eyes beneath the blindfold. I watched her face as it began to
tighten in fear and pain. Not quite knowing what was happening to her
breasts, but knowing that it was damn uncomfortable. If not downright
painful. Her nipple was securely trapped and suitably uncomfortable.

"I told you that it would be uncomfortable."

"Shit," she hissed. "What the hell is that? It feels like my nipple
has been crushed. Please. Whatever it is. Take it off. Please? It
burns."

I just silently repeated the procedure on her other nipple. This time
she cried out as the clamp was tightened.

"Please," she begged. "No more."

I released her breasts and let her rest. I reached forward and
touched the chain between her nipples. It swung, eliciting gasps from
the bound lady.

"Oh God. Please. It hurts. Please take it off me. Whatever it is. I
can't take it much longer."

She'd have other things to worry about in a few minutes anyway. I
watched as my unwilling naked assistant moved behind the suffering
girl. I nodded to her.

Amy raised her arm and closed her eyes. She brought the wooden spoon
down softly against Karen's exposed back. Karen hissed through her
teeth. Even that light blow had caused her pain. Perhaps she had
jumped and caused the nipple torment to move. Perhaps her sudden
movement had caused the cucumber still deep inside her to shift.
Perhaps she was just in such an uncomfortable position, any further
pain was magnified.

Amy looked up at me. "Please. I can't do this."

I walked back around Karen to join her. "Why not?"

"Please. She's in such pain as it is. Her nipples. Her arms. Please.
Have mercy on her. My mother used to punish me with these things."
She held up the spoon in her hand. "I know how much they hurt.
Please."

"Amy. We could change positions if you like. Let Karen down. And put
you up there instead."

"Oh God. I'll do that if you don't make me hit her anymore."

"No. You'll go up there until you beg to hit her. Then we change
positions again. You hit her again. Twice as hard and twice as long."

"Oh God. I'll hit her."

I raised my spoon and let it fall against Karen's bared shoulders.
She pulled in her breath and screamed. Finally falling into
incoherent pleading.

"Like that. Got it?"

"Oh God. I can't hit her that hard."

"You want to change places."

She shook her head. "But I don't have that much strength. Please."

"Just do your best then. It doesn't take much with these things."

Amy mutely nodded and raised her arm again. Karen was bracing for the
blow. Knowing it was coming. Just not knowing where. Trying to
twist.  Anticipating where the spoon would fall on her unprotected
bare skin.  She screamed again as the spoon fell into her unprotected
back. Her feet actually left the floor as she struggled with her
bonds. Trying to escape the pain or ease it.

I aimed a hard blow to her exposed belly. She screamed again as the
spoon made contact with her defenseless skin. Squirming. I watched as
she choked. The cucumber moving in her. The nipple chain dancing
against her skin. Her feet dancing and twisting. Trying to ease the
pain raining down on her. Begging.

Alternating, Amy and I let the wooden instruments of stinging pain
fall onto Karen's bare body. Karen twisting. Never knowing where the
next blow was going to land. Her ass. Her thighs. Her stomach. Her
calves. She let out particularly enticing screams when the spoon
caught her bare breasts. Or touched the nipple clamps. I made sure a
few strokes caught her face. I finally decided the poor girl had had
enough. Hell, she'd probably had more than enough after the first
blow. Her bare body sported red welts all across the front and back.
She was hanging by her wrists, her feet barely supporting her. She
was moaning pitifully. Gasping for breath. Begging for forgiveness.
Begging us to stop. Just begging.

I motioned for Amy to go back to the table. Gratefully, she scampered
away. Glad to be away from the torture. Probably glad that she hadn't
really earned any punishment this time. Maybe even glad it wasn't
her, bound, naked, and writhing in pain.

I turned back to Karen. The blind girl was still sobbing. Dancing her
bound body from foot to foot. Trying to ease the stinging over most
of her body. Oblivious to the extra pain she was causing herself from
the nipple clamps and cucumber. I just watched her for a while.
Finally, her breathing began to return to normal and with an act of
will, she managed to stop moving her body. Finally easing the pain
from her wrists, nipples and between her legs. She even managed to
get her uncontrollable crying under control.

I spoke to her. "Karen? You okay?"

"No." She just hung in her bonds.

"You ready for more?"

"Oh God. Please no more. I can't. It hurts. Oh God. You can't imagine
how much I hurt. I'll do anything you want. You don't have to hurt me
anymore. I swear. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yeah. Please. I'll fuck you. No problem. I'll crawl for you. I'll do
anything. Anything you want. Just please. No more. I can't take it
anymore. Please let me down. I've learned. I don't need to be
punished anymore."

I nodded. Though she couldn't see me. I reached towards her body and
began to release the nipple clamps. She screamed as my fingers
touched the metal and the vibrations transmitted themselves to her
body through her nipples. I wasn't particularly careful either. She
screamed again as the blood rushed back into the tortured bits of
flesh. Finally, gasping for air, she simply hung by her wrists.

"Please. No more. My tits hurt. Please."

"I had to hurt you a bit to get them off. It wasn't intentional."

"Please. What were they?"

"Nipple clamps."

"You clamped my nipples? Oh God."

"They're off now."

"My tits. My nipples. They're burning." I watched as she
unconsciously pulled at her wrists. Wanting to pull her hands down
and cradle her breasts. Softly crying. Unable to comfort herself.
Just having to endure the pain.

I stepped back. Letting her suffer a little longer. Finally she
spoke.

"Please. What do you want from me?"

I was silent. She waited a few minutes and repeated the question. I
watched as her face became puzzled. She shook her head. Struggling
with her bonds. Finally becoming quiet. Trying to determine where I
was. Only hearing her own ragged breathing. Elizabeth and Amy were
silent in their chairs.

"Are you there? Please? I hurt. Please. Please let me down."

She began to feel out with her legs. Sweeping the air in front of her
with her bare toes. Trying to determine where I was. If I was even
there. She began to cry again. Pulling at her bound wrists. I noted
that they were turning an angry red tinged with blue. She could be in
the bonds a little longer, but not much more. Her wrists were
probably bruised as it was.

I silently moved closer to her. Just inside the range of her
searching leg. Standing on one foot and using her other leg to search
must have really moved the cucumber which was still inserted into her
vagina.  But she grimly continued. Needing to do something. Not able
to just stand there waiting for me. Gritting her teeth.

Her toes brushed my jeans and she jumped. She drew in her breath and
almost screamed. Not expecting to touch anything I suppose. She
ventured her foot forward again and tried to grip the material of my
jeans with her toes.

She pleaded. Now she knew that I was there. Watching her.

"Please. I know you are there. Please talk to me. Whatever I've
done.  I'm sorry. God. I'm sorry." I was silent. Wondering where she
was going with this. "Please. I'll do anything. Please. All I want is
to be let down. This damn cucumber out of me. Oh God. Please, at
least take off the blindfold. Oh God. Please what do you want? I'll
do it."

Finally, I relented. "What will you do? Make some suggestions."

She looked surprised that I'd finally spoken to her.

"Oh God. Please. What do you want from me? You must know that I'll do
it. I don't want to be punished. I'll do it. Whatever it is." I was
silent. Waiting. She was silent. Waiting for an answer.

Not getting one, I watched as her mind began to work. It was actually
pretty to watch. Her bound body straining. Her mouth set in a grim
line. It would have been interesting to see her eyes as she tried to
figure out what I wanted, but that would have given her some
balance.  Right now, not being able to see was disturbing her. She
didn't even know where I was if she was speaking to me. Couldn't read
my expression to see if she was getting anywhere. Trying to figure
out what I wanted from her. Trying to ignore the cucumber. I reached
out and touched the end of it. Moving it deep inside of her. It had
slipped down a bit with her struggles, but it was still deep enough
in her that there was no chance of it slipping out. She cried out at
the touch. Obviously uncomfortable.

"Please. Just tell me what you want. Please. I just want out of
this.  Oh God. Please."

I'd already told her what I wanted. I was curious how long it would
take her to figure it out. I remained silent. She lapsed back into
silence, thinking as best as she could considering the pain she was
experiencing. I was surprised that she was able to think at all. But
I suppose that desperation could drive one to do things that one
would be otherwise unable to do. I watched as she reached out with
her toes again. Searching. This time, I just moved a step back. Just
out of her range. She searched with a sense of futility. Softly
crying.

"Please. My arms. My vagina. My hands. Oh God. I can't feel my
hands." She wiggled her fingers. They moved slowly, but they moved.
Her hands were turning a distinct shade of blue. She replaced her
bare foot under herself and raised back up on her toes. Relieving the
pressure on her wrists. A bit of colour flowed back into her hands.
But not much.

She stood there crying for a moment. Then begged a bit more.
"Please.  You have to let me down. Please. I'll do whatever you want.
Are you even there? Please?"

I had to give Elizabeth and Amy credit. They must have been having
trouble with this. Not being the one's in pain, they probably knew
what she had to do. But they kept silent. Knowing that opening their
mouths would mean a gag and severe punishment. Elizabeth, especially,
knew what it was like to be gagged.

Karen, just hung in her ropes crying softly. Rocking herself.
Mumbling, "please" every so often.

Suddenly her head snapped up. She'd probably been going through what
I'd said earlier in her mind. Her blind head searched me out. She
spoke towards a spot about two feet to my left. Frightened.

"Oh God. You'll let me down if I tell you what to do to me. Won't
you?  You wanted suggestions?"

"See. You are a smart girl." Her head snapped towards my voice. Her
ears guiding her. "Oh God. Please." This time she faced me
unerringly.  I waited. She pulled again at the rope holding her
wrists in the air.

She took a deep breath. Trying to think what I wanted to hear.

"I'll crawl for you. As long as you want. Out in the backyard if you
want." Her eyes began to tear again. I was sure that blindfold was
soaked. Her voice sped up as thoughts occurred to her. "A pet. I'll
be your pet. You can put a collar on me. Leash me. I'll crawl. I'll
bark.  I'll be your dog. You can walk me. Oh God. Please let me
down."

I watched her. Her face was turning red. Her pain overriding her
shame, she continued.

"I'll fuck you. I'll be the best lay you've ever had. I'll give you
head. You can tie me up on my knees and I'll give you head. I'm good
at it. I swear. You can screw me. Use my pussy. My a-ass. Oh God. You
can hit me some more. I'll do my best not to scream. Please. Have
some mercy on me. My arms. I'll do anything you want. Please."

I watched her. Struggling. Crying. Begging. She looked up, pleading
evident on her face, tears streaming from beneath her blindfold.

"Please. What do you want me to do? To say? Please. I'll do anything
you want. I'll cry for you. I'll beg. I'll crawl. I'll fuck you. I'll
fuck them. You want me to make love to Amy? I will. I'll do anything
if you'll just let me down. Oh God. I. I'll masturbate for you. Right
here. I'll use the cucumber. I'll even use it in my ass. Oh God. My
arms hurt so much. Please. I can't feel my hands. I'm so frightened.
Please let me down."

I finally spoke to her. She'd have no way of knowing this. "Not I.
Not me."

A look of confusion crossed her face. I could see it through her
grimaces of pain and even with the blindfold covering her eyes.
"Please. I don't understand."

"You are no longer Karen. You have no identity."

"Oh God. I don't understand. Please. No more."

"You will not use the word 'I' or 'me' any longer. If you do, you get
punished more."

"Oh God. I. Please what can I use then." I struck her across the
right breast with the spoon. She cried out and tried to back away.
Her wrists stopping her. She was sobbing. Not understanding.

Elizabeth finally spoke up. Helping the girl. I gave her a dirty
look, but she continued regardless. She paled, but I suppose that
this was getting too intense for her. I was surprised that she'd held
her tongue this long.

"Karen. Honey." The bound tormented woman turned her face towards
Elizabeth's voice. "He's made women do this before. You have to
remember to use the third person. You can do it. Refer to yourself in
the third person. You know, 'This slave' and 'This slut', that sort
of thing. I know it's demeaning. But he won't let you down until you
do.  You can do it." She lapsed into silence and I slowly turned back
to the crying woman in front of me.

"Oh God. I can't." I hit her again on the left breast and she
screamed. She was undoubtedly in agony this time. She was getting a
bit hoarse from her screaming. Her hands were now getting to be a
bright shade of blue. I didn't doubt that she couldn't feel them. I
had to loosen her soon if I wanted to keep playing with her.

"Okay. Okay. I. This s-slave will try. I. This slave doesn't know if
I
.. she can remember. Please don't hurt me anymore. Please let me ...
this slave ... down." She tried to speak in the unfamiliar way. She'd
slipped but I had to give her credit for trying. It must have been
really hard on her.

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Chapter 77 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I stood in front of her and just watched as she struggled with her
pain. Shifting her weight from foot to foot. Pulling weakly at her
wrists. Moving her hips gently, trying to adjust the position of the
cucumber still bound in her.

Finally she spoke. "Please. I. This slave hurts so very much. She
begs to be released. If she could, she'd kneel and kiss her master's
feet.  Anything. What else can she possibly offer?"

She finally lost her hesitation. Any trace of pride. She had slipped
into a completely submissive role. Her pain driving her.

I reached forward and touched her blindfold. Soaked with her tears.
She flinched away from the touch, but slowly moved her head forward
again until it touched my outstretched fingers. Allowing me to check
her blindfold.

I reached around her head and removed the wet cloth. Her eyes were
red. Her eyes expressing her pain. She glanced up, trying to see her
hands, blinking in the sudden light. She wiggled her blue fingers.
Gasping at the pain and the sight of her blue hands. She began to cry
again. Frightened that she might lose her hands if I kept her in this
much longer. She had to figure out a way to make me release her.

I began to free her from the rope belt she wore. I simply released
the rope around her waist, allowing it to fall loosely around her
hips. I knelt in front of her and watched as the cucumber began a
slow viscous journey out of her vaginal canal. She shuddered at the
sensations of it slipping out of her. Unable to clench herself enough
to keep it in place or force it out of herself quicker. After a few
minutes, I gripped the end of it with my fingers and began to pull it
gently from her. She gasped and cried out as the invader finally
pulled free of her body. She began to weep. Tears falling from her
eyes, unashamedly.  Tears of relief. Even without the invasion of the
cucumber, her vagina still gaped wide. I imagined that it would take
a while for it to relax and close the stretched muscles where it was
forced to accommodate the larger than normal invasion of her body.
She unconsciously brought her legs back together. She stood back up
on her toes helping take some of the strain off her wrists. I could
see her calf muscles straining to keep her raised on her toes. They
were quivering slightly. I doubted if she could stand like this much
longer. Her wrists were going to have to take her weight again pretty
soon. I could see it in her face. Her pain.

I placed the now warm cucumber onto the counter behind her and walked
back around. She looked up at me. Her tears never stopping.

"Please," she begged me. "My wrists."

I just closed my eyes and let the spoon fall on her body at random. I
think I caught her just under her bare breasts. Her lower ribs. She
screamed again.

"Oh God. I'm. Oh shit. Please. This slave is sorry. She begs
forgiveness. She forgot. Her wrists. She can't think with her
wrists.  This slave. This slut begs to be let down. She'll do
anything to be allowed down. Please. Her wrists hurt so much. Her
arms."

I picked back up the knife and showed it to her. Even though she knew
that I wasn't going to cut her, she begged anyway.

"Please sir. Your slave. Your c-cunt begs her master not to cut her.
Oh God. Your slave is so frightened. Please let her down."

I dragged the blade down her upturned nose as she struggled to keep
her face as still as she could. The blade passed harmlessly over the
skin of her nose. Just scratching her skin like a hunter might check
the edge of his knife against a fingernail. Her body was shaking
badly. Not sure if it was her fright or just muscle fatigue. She'd
been hanging there for a long, long time.

"Karen? Are you ever going to disobey again? Run? Even think you can
escape?"

"Please. Never. I'll. I mean. This slave is yours to do with what you
like. I'll do. She'll do anything. She'll never run again. She'll
never disobey. Please. My. Her wrists. She is going to pass out from
this. Please. You don't want me ... her ... to pass out. Do you?
Please?"

I nodded. She'd done a passable job of sticking in the third person.
Actually excellent for a first attempt and considering the obvious
pain she was enduring. I raised the knife away from her face and
easily cut through the rope holding her to the ceiling. The knife was
very sharp. She was very lucky that she hadn't gotten nicked with my
playing. A credit to her will and her ability to stay still despite
her pain. Bet she never imagined that her kitchen knife would ever be
used to release her bare bound body from her plant hook.

As the support was severed, she collapsed. I was ready for it.
Holding the knife carefully away from her falling body, I moved to
catch her.  Her eyes rolled back and her legs simply collapsed under
her. I caught her around the waist and gently lowered her bare body
to the tile. I could have just let her fall. But then she may have
broken a bone, or hurt herself badly. Smacked her head on the tile.
Not a lot of doctors around. I would have had to return her
immediately. End of fun. She was light anyway. No strain.

She lay back, slowly bringing her still bound hands in front of her,
pulling weakly at the ropes. She tried unsuccessfully to restore
circulation to her blue hands. All her twisting only served to give
her rope burn. Her hands stubbornly remained a deep shade of blue.
The ropes holding her wrists together were the problem. No way for
her to adjust them any longer. She wasn't getting circulation back
into her hands until I released her wrists. She just began to cry
again and lay back. Just letting whatever was going to happen,
happen. Completely resigned to her fate. That I was in control of her
and whether she would lose her hands or not.

I released her waist and reached for her wrists. She cried out as I
lifted her hands but tried to help me. With her hands so numb she
really was more of a hindrance than a help. But I think she needed to
do something.

"Be still, Karen. I'll have you out of this in a second." I gently
chastised her. She wasn't really helping the effort to get
circulation restored to her hands.

She nodded, tears still tracing down her face. Holding her shaking
arms as still as she could.

I lifted the knife and carefully guided it to one of the strands of
cord holding her wrists. She was still, as ordered and I easily
sliced through one of the cords cruelly circling her slender wrists.
I fished the cord around, unwrapping the loops of cord, using it to
release her hands, not bothering with the knots. Her hands were ice
cold as I touched them. I wasn't surprised that she'd lost feeling in
them. She cried out and whimpered as the rope came free. The cord had
badly chafed her skin, but as the rope loosened, her hands almost
immediately began to regain a healthy pink colour. I'd caught the
circulation problem in plenty of time. She'd have been fine even for
another half an hour. Uncomfortable as hell, but no lasting damage
would have occurred.

She sighed as her hands were finally separated and I'd released them
into her own care. She began to moan as the circulation caused
massive pins and needles to crawl across her hands and fingers. She
closed her eyes and tried to hold her hands as still as she could.
She struggled to control the unavoidable body tremors which were a
result of the adrenaline and endorphins running havoc through her
bloodstream. She was probably going to feel slightly sick after the
adrenaline kicked down. Unless she was lucky and could maintain her
adrenaline production until I freed her from the timeline.

I sat beside her and stroked her hair while she recovered. She didn't
even flinch as I touched her. Her breathing slowly returned to normal
and her hands began to feel a little better. The pain began to leave
her face.

The female body recovers so quickly from pain. Though, the stinging
pain from a wooden spoons does tend to fade reasonably quickly
anyway.  The nipple clamps and cucumber had been removed a while ago.
Her nipples still looked red, but I suspected that they no longer
were in pain. Unless I touched them. She closed her eyes briefly.

After she had slowed her breathing down and was beginning to feel a
little better, she rolled herself over and managed to get to her
hands and knees. She bent her head and kissed at my shoes. She looked
up at me, not a trace of shame in her face.

She whispered, "Thank you for letting this worthless slave down." She
ducked her head, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Probably
couldn't believe that she'd actually said the words on her own.
Without 'encouragement'.

Finally she raised her head and looked at me from her hands and
knees.

"Please let me go?"

I let the first person reference go this time. I shook my head. "Not
yet."

"What do you want me to do? Please?"

I walked over to the bag and retrieved a collar and leash. I turned
and her eyes widened. As I was fastening the collar and leash to her
throat she tried again.

"Please. This slave begs you not to do this. She'll happily screw you
and your friends even. Please. You don't have to make her act like a
dog." She instinctively knew what was about to happen. She'd
suggested it after all.

She gasped as I tightened the collar and picked up the leash.
Ignoring her pleas.

"Do pets talk?"

She looked up at me, frightened and pleading with her eyes. She
closed her mouth. Whined. Surprisingly very dog-like.

I walked in front of her and gently tugged her leash. Resigned to her
fate, she began to crawl for me. I guided the miserable naked female
through the dining area and into her living room. I sat down on a
leather chair and left her on her hands and knees in the middle of
the room.

"Beg?"

She slipped out of her role. "Pardon?"

"I could swear I heard a non-canine voice."

She clapped her mouth shut and I could see her mind working. Finally
figuring out what I wanted. Her face flushed, but she obeyed. She
pushed herself into a kneeling position and exposed her bare front to
me. Her breasts jiggled as she raised her front paws and did a
passable imitation of a dog begging. Panting.

"Roll over."

Her face flushed again but she fell to her side and rolled over
ending up on her back. Limbs raised as a dog would. She was really
trying to please. Her hind legs parted, exposing herself shamelessly
for my amusement. Biting her lip to keep from saying anything.

"Bark."

She took a deep breath and let out a soft bark. "Woof."

"Louder."

"Arf," her face was bright red. Not believing that I could force her
to these depths of humiliation.

"Okay bitch. Hands and knees."

She closed her eyes and rolled back to her hands and knees.

"Leash."

She bent her head and gathered the leather into her mouth. She then
crawled to me and raised her head. Offering me her leash. Her face
bright red. I could see her mouth muscles fighting. She desperately
wanted to say something. Beg not to have to do this. But I just
gathered the leash and gently pulled her, stumbling on her hands and
knees back into the kitchen. Tears rolling down her face. Not quite
believing that I was making her do this. I was having trouble walking
with the erection I was sporting. Seeing a grown woman humiliating
herself like this was really turning me on. I thought that I might
just have to have one of the other girls do this as well.

Elizabeth broke her silence. "Please. She doesn't have to do this. No
woman should have to do that. My God. Have you no feelings? Put
yourself in her place, for God's sake. She's frightened."

"Okay. Our first volunteer."

Elizabeth shut up. A look of completely confusion crossed her
features. She pulled at her ropes, not understanding.

I turned to Karen. "Karen? You know what dogs do to girls?"

She shook her head. Afraid to say anything.

"They sniff them, don't they?"

Karen's face flushed again and tears began to fall again from her
eyes. Understanding, she crawled forward and made a production of
sniffing at Elizabeth's leg. Starting at her bound foot and knowing
that I wouldn't allow her to do otherwise, Karen moved her head
slowly up Elizabeth's bound thigh and ended up with her nose right
between Elizabeth's legs. Elizabeth was pulling at her bonds more
forcefully now.

"Lick her."

Karen raised her head and looked imploringly at me. Begging with her
eyes. Not wanting to do this. Not with another woman.

Elizabeth spoke. "Please. I don't want to do this. What am I being
punished for? Master?"

I looked at Elizabeth's earnest face. Struggling to figure out why I
was tormenting her. There wasn't always a reason. But I tried to give
her one anyway.

"Elizabeth. You are being punished for not warning me when Karen, our
mutt here, ran away without permission. Now, this isn't much of a
punishment." I picked up the crop from the pack. "But this is."

"Please no. Don't hurt me," Elizabeth begged. Tried to back away into
the chair. Make herself as small as possible. "You don't have to.
I'll do whatever you want. I'll cum for you. I'll enjoy Karen. I
swear it."

I stepped over to Elizabeth and let a soft blow fall across the tops
of her breasts. It left a slightly red mark, and Elizabeth cried
out.  The crop hurt terribly, even if not swung hard. I'd swung it
lightly against my palm once. I couldn't imagine the pain it would
inflict on breasts. But it should be bearable at this strength. At
least I thought.

I looked at Karen, who had begun to cry again. I could see it in her
eyes. She wanted to beg. She so much didn't want to do this.

"Karen, what is it? You can speak."

"Please. Master. This. This b-b-bitch. She. She isn't gay. She can't
do this."

"I could have sworn that you claimed that you would fuck my friends
earlier."

"Please. I would have promised anything. I. Oh shit. This slave
hurt.  You must understand that. I. She has never been with a woman
before.  Something else. Whip your slave. Anything but this. Make her
crawl more. Act like a dog. It turned you on. I. She could tell.
She'll bark for you more. Please."

Elizabeth took a deep breath and helped. "Karen. Honey. I don't want
this any more than you do. But he will make you do it anyway. He'll
put you back up on that hook. And whip you. Your breasts until you
beg to have sex with me. Either way I have to cum from it. You only
have to try and pleasure me. I'll try to hurry. Oh God. He's going to
whip me until I cum. You have to try. Or we'll both regret it. It's
just skin. Try not to think about what you are doing. Please try."

I watched Karen swallow. Frightened. She mutely nodded and lowered
her head again to Elizabeth's lap. I saw Elizabeth tense and I knew
that Karen was exploring her sex with her tongue. Trying her best to
get this over with. Trying to ignore what she was doing with her
mouth.  Somehow.

I stood beside Elizabeth's bound body and at random brought the crop
down on her body. Sometimes as high as her collar bone. Sometimes as
low as her lower ribs. Most fell on her heaving breasts occasionally
catching a nipple. She cried out at every blow to her bare body, but
managed to retain her concentration. Always returning to the
sensations from her crotch. Struggling to get herself to her edge.
Karen appeared to be doing a passable job. Overall, Karen should know
what a woman should like. Being one herself. She ought to be able to
give decent head if she wanted to. Elizabeth didn't recover as
quickly if the crop caught a nipple. She just howled and begged until
the pain subsided. I usually gave her a bit of extra time if I caught
that sensitive part of her. I really wasn't aiming. And I really
wasn't putting very much strength into it. Somehow that seemed to
make it worse for her. That I was disinterested in her pain, but
still giving it to her. Really emphasized her helplessness.

"Argh. You bastard. Please stop hitting me. I can't cum like this. My
tits. Hurt. Arghhhhh. No more. Please no more. You goddamn bastard.
It hurts. Ow. Please. Let me go. I can't. I can't. I can't."

But she did. Finally after about ten minutes she began to tense.

"Fuck. Please no more. I'm cumming. Oh my God. Please stop.
Argghhhhhhhh."

Her body spasmed against the ropes. Karen's head was still bobbing
between her legs. I tried to judge the peak of the climax and brought
the crop down once more lightly flicking the erect nipples. Elizabeth
screamed and pushed her breasts outwards. Straining at the ropes
holding her. Tensing. Crying. Her body finally relaxed and I touched
Karen's head. Allowing her to stop her stimulation. She gasped and I
watched her as she worked her tongue around in her mouth. Grimacing
at what I'd forced her to do.

Elizabeth finally recovered. "What the hell just happened?"

"What?" I asked her bewildered.

"Oh God. I've never felt anything like that."

"So now you like lesbian sex?"

"Fuck no. I was just fantasizing it was some guy down there. But. I
don't understand. I came. I swear I did. And then you brought that
fucking thing down across my nipples again and I thought I was going
to die. Instead, it only hurt a little and the next thing I know, the
world is exploding again. I. I think I had two. One right after the
other."

I grinned. "Ain't being a female wonderful?"

"Not with you around," she griped. But I think she was kind of proud
of herself. Having a multiple orgasm. I was beginning to suspect that
her experience of sex prior to me might have been a little minimal.
And her experience of kinky sex, probably non-existent.

I looked up at Amy and she was watching with wide eyes.

I addressed her. "You want a orgasm?"

Amy looked at me warily. "Not really. If I have a choice." She knew
exactly how she was going to get one. Given the choice, she probably
didn't want the crop on her body as another woman used her tongue on
her.

"You'd allow Karen to make love to you though. Right?"

Amy swallowed and nodded her head. She spoke. "I don't really have a
choice if you tell me to do it. Right? But please. I helped you whip
her. Please."

I nodded. She didn't want the lesbian contact. I'd spare her this
time. Amy had behaved herself. Her punishment could be simply helping
me whip Karen earlier. I know that was hard on the poor girl. She
really hadn't wanted to do that. Besides I think it was her trying to
jump out of her chair that had tipped me off that Karen had run. Amy
looked relieved. Bigtime.

I turned my eyes back to the mother on the floor. She was still on
her hands and knees. Her whole body was shaking. She looked up at me
with pleading in her eyes. Begging. She was crying again. She
struggled.  Not knowing if she was in the dog role still, but
desperately wanting to plead with me.

I sat down in one of her chairs and regarded her. Finally she braved
it.

"Please. Master. Don't punish this b-bitch for talking. If you don't
want her to talk, she won't."

I was silent. I didn't mind her talking. I was curious what she
wanted.

Finally she wracked up her courage. "Please. This slave is sorry for
whatever she's done. All she wants is to be let go."

"Why should I let you go?"

"Please. I've. This slave has done everything you wanted. Please.
Your slave is tired. She's hurt. She'll do everything you want, but
she needs some rest. Please."

I could see that she was tired. She was having trouble even keeping
herself upright on her hands and knees. Having trouble lifting her
head. The adrenaline and endorphins were probably coming out of her
system. She probably felt sick too, but she didn't say anything about
that. And with the withdrawal of the endorphins, her pain was
probably returning. Aches and pains that she probably didn't even
realize were there. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Probably a reaction to the adrenaline and fear combined. She just
continued to beg. It was all she could do.

"Please. Your slave begs you to let her go. I'm. She's so worried
about her daughter, Autumn. Please. Can your slave beg to see her
daughter. Just one last time?"

"What have you got to offer me?"

"Please. Master must know that his slaves have nothing to offer. You
can take whatever you want. Your slave is just begging her master for
some rest and to see her daughter. She loves her." Tears were rolling
down her face as she remained on all fours. Naked. Shaking.

That surprised me. I was expecting her to offer me herself again. Or
anything. She was catching on that she didn't really have anything
anymore. I nodded to her.

"Karen. Honey. You can drop the slave talk. Get to your feet."

"Oh God. This slave isn't sure she can." She was actually having
trouble stopping from talking in the third person. I watched as she
struggled to her knees. She tried to get to her feet, her thighs
straining. She finally made it. Tears falling down her face. Swaying
on her bare feet. Struggling to keep her balance. She looked like she
was fighting faint nausea as well. She didn't complain about it
though. "Please. I can't do anything else. I can barely stand. Please
don't make me do anything else. Please."

"I know you are tired, Karen. Can you get dressed?"

Her eyes looked at me questioningly. "You want me to put my clothing
on?"

"Unless you particularly want to orgasm or something."

"Please don't tease me. I hurt."

"I know. You've been very cooperative. And I'm going to let you go."

"Please. I don't need my clothes. Can I just go to my daughter?
Please?" She had nothing left to hide. I'd forced her to hold a
cucumber in her for what seemed like hours. Might have been. I'd
completely lost track of the time. Nevertheless, she didn't care
about clothing anymore. I'd seen everything.

"Karen. Put on your clothes."

"Alright. Just don't hurt me anymore. Okay?"

She stumbled over to her discarded clothing on the far side of the
kitchen. She looked at me once again. "Really? You are just going to
let me dress myself and walk away?"

"Sort of."

I reached over and began to release Elizabeth's bonds. Keeping my eye
on Karen. Karen was pulling her sweat pants over her legs. Moving
gingerly. Her legs and arms probably aching. She picked up her
sweatshirt and tried to pull it over her head. She cried out as her
muscles cramped when she tried to put her arms over her head. She
struggled with it anyway. Her desire to cover her nudity more
important to her than the transient pain in her body. Maybe she did
still have some pride left. She ignored her socks and stood barefoot
in front of me. But mostly covered. After seeing her bare body, it
was much easier to visualize her without the clothes. I undressed her
again with my mind. I debated making her take off the clothing again,
but she didn't look bad with them on. A little disheveled, perhaps,
but she couldn't hide her beauty. Even the red marks on her chin and
face, leftovers from the wooden spoon treatment enhanced her
features.

By this point, Elizabeth was free of her chair except for her wrists
cuffed behind her. She was still flushed from her climax.

I motioned Amy and Elizabeth to their feet. They struggled out of
their chairs. Their bound wrists impeding them, making basic balance
a bit of a chore.

Karen spoke. "What are you going to do with them?"

"Keep them for a while."

"You are just going to let me go? Why?"

She'd never understand the time thing. She thought that I was going
to just walk out with the girls and she'd call the police. She
couldn't understand why I'd just let her do that. And I didn't feel
like explaining it to her.

"You've been cooperative," I answered her.

"Why didn't you rape me?"

"I didn't want to. Not in the mood."

"I'm not attractive?"

"Very attractive. Under different circumstances, you'd be joining
Elizabeth and Amy here."

"I noticed that they were attractive." She flushed. Probably thinking
how up close and personal she had had to get to Elizabeth.

I took a last look at Karen. The red welts on her face from the
spoons already fading. Her amazing body hidden under the clothing. It
wasn't necessary let her get dressed, but I wanted to watch her pull
on her clothes. She was feeling much better with her clothing
returned to her. Standing taller. Less defeated looking. A bit
stronger. More human.

"Can I go to my daughter now? Please?"

"Who are you?" I asked her a last question. She looked a bit
puzzled.

She considered her answer. "I'm your slave. Your slut. Your bitch.
Your pet. And I'm Karen Johnson. All rolled into one."

I nodded. It was a good answer. I concentrated on her body space and
released it from our time line. She gasped as she felt the time
collapsing around her and she winked out of existence. Her body
jumped from one side of the kitchen to the other. Instantaneously.
Her body again frozen with the rest of the world in time.

I left Elizabeth and Amy standing quietly by the kitchen table. I
walked up to the frozen woman. Her socks had materialized back on her
feet. She was holding the knife. No marks on her body. Happily
preparing her lunch. Having no idea that I had taken her, broken her,
tortured her. This woman was still blissfully unaware that she could
bark like a dog and she still had no idea what nipple clamps were. I
actually hoped that she'd never find out in real life.

I kissed her time frozen hair and whispered to her. "You were fun
Karen. That's why I let you go. Sleep well. Say good-bye to Autumn
for me as well." She couldn't hear me, but I just somehow wanted to
leave her with something.

I turned on my heel and approached Elizabeth and Amy. The girls were
a little pale from their adventures. I touched their bare arms and
guided them towards the front of the house. The girls walked silently
beside me, their bare feet moving across the tiles in the silent
house.

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Chapter 78 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I guided the women out the front door and onto the porch. I
concentrated and collapsed all the time fields within Karen's home. I
never did find out if she actually was married. She probably was
though. Whoever it was, was a lucky man.

Amy seemed to be in her own world. A distant look on her face.
Elizabeth sighed.

"Amy?" The nude girl turned towards me. Questioning me with her
eyes.  "You know the way back right? Can you lead? A bit ahead?" I
wanted to talk to Elizabeth on the way back.

For some reason her face brightened. "Of course," she replied.
Perhaps she just wanted some time alone. She had witnessed the
complete degradation of another woman. She had helped in the complete
degradation of another woman. She knew it could have just as easily
been her begging and pleading. Her wrists bound above her.
Humiliated.  Barking like a dog. She looked a bit rattled. It had
been a while since I had put any of them through an ordeal. I suspect
that they were getting used to slightly better treatment. Their free
time.

I held Elizabeth back as Amy bounced on ahead. Her mood improving as
she moved away. Elizabeth looked a little frightened, but she stood
her ground somewhat defiantly. Pulling weakly against the restraints
still adorning her wrists.

I looked at her and we began walking slowly back to the Victorian
home next door.

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

"Look at me. What do you think is the matter?" She pulled against the
handcuffs to make her point.

"Elizabeth. You've been in chains for days. You have to be getting
used to it by now."

"Hmph. You try being nude and in chains twenty-four hours a day. No
privacy at all. Always frightened. See how you like it."

"I can understand that. But I don't believe you."

"It was Karen," she admitted.

"Karen?"

"Yeah. You were really really rough on her. It scared me."

"She's fine now."

"I know. I couldn't believe that you let her go. She was such a nice
looking woman. So much better than Amy or I. Her breasts were
perfect.  And that body." She paused. "I was thinking what if you
decide to do that to me before you send me back. I don't think I
could do all that.  I know I offered to take her place. But I don't
think I could have gone through the pain she did. That kind of
humiliation." She paused again. I just waited for her to continue.

"That crop." She began to cry. "It was all I could do not to scream
my heart out. And you weren't even hitting me hard. I don't know how
Jane survived. I've watched you hit her, like, ten times harder. All
on the tits. Christ."

"I won't torture you that bad unless you disobey me. Piss me off. I
promise."

"She was obeying you. And you still put her through the wringer. You
scared me."

"I should scare you. Means you are still sane."

"What if I can't keep up?"

"Keep up?"

"Keep you happy. You'll kill me? I don't want to die."

"Don't be silly. Amy really pissed me off the other day and she's
still alive. I have no intention of killing you. Or of even hurting
you badly. Even the punishment I gave Amy wasn't *that* bad."

"She might be of another opinion. She won't even talk about it. She's
changed."

"If you went through what I put her through. You'd change too.
Believe me. She hasn't changed that much though. She's just more
frightened of me. More obedient now. More accepting of her position.
I saw her eyes flash at me once today. She hasn't been broken.
Believe me."

Elizabeth lapsed into silence. We were about halfway back. Amy was
walking about 100 meters ahead. Well out of hearing range. My eyes
traveled the back of her body up ahead. From the top of her head,
down her bare back, her hair gently bouncing with her gait. Her hands
handcuffed behind her. Her bare feet gently falling on the asphalt.

"That's not all. Is it?" I asked the bound beauty beside me.

Elizabeth grimly nodded. Her eyes beginning to tear up again.

She swallowed. "Please. I don't understand."

"Understand what?" But I had a pretty good idea. I was beginning to
think of it as Jane's syndrome. But the other girls didn't know about
Jane. At least I hadn't told any of them.

"Please. I can't."

I decided to help. I knew what the problem was. "Elizabeth. It's
normal."

"How would you know? You aren't a girl. You aren't bound up all the
time. You aren't being tortured all the time. It scared me."

"Elizabeth. Sweetheart. It's precisely because of that. Any pleasure
is magnified. You are just having a normal reaction to the pain. It
doesn't mean you are weird. You just turned it into something more
pleasant. That's all. Honestly."

"But. I don't understand. Why pain? Why are you doing this to me? I
can't believe another girl got me off. I'm not. Honestly. I'm not
lesbian."

"You are just in a strange situation. I'm forcing you to do this.
You're fine. It's just that I'm not giving you any choice."

"But I wasn't thinking about some guy tonguing me like I told you."
The tears really started to flow. "I was feeling the pain of that
damn crop. I was thinking of you and Amy hitting Karen. I was seeing
Karen naked and begging. Crying. I was visualizing her head between
my legs.  HER head. Not some guy's. I was thinking of Amy and Karen.
Oh Christ.  Naked. Maybe I am a lesbian. I orgasmed to thoughts of
you torturing me and Karen making love to me. My own thoughts. I hate
myself. And I didn't have a normal orgasm. No. Not me. Not just a
tiny climax to satisfy your twisted game. I have the mother of all
climaxes. Some multiple thing. I can't even work myself up that high
when I'm by myself. You and some girl took me there and I'm scared."

Her voice trailed off. I didn't quite know how to handle this.
"Elizabeth. Baby. Please. You've got to believe me. You are alright.
You aren't a lesbian. And you aren't into pain. I'm forcing this on
you because I enjoy it. You are just identifying with me. Don't hate
yourself. Honestly. You were only enjoying the sensations because
that was all you could feel. And you just managed to turn it into
something less painful. The mind does these things to protect you.
That's all I let you feel. Your mind had to do something with it. You
would have had the same reaction if I'd been eating you out. Or Tom
Cruise. Same reason that you wanted to make love to me the other
night. I haven't given you the opportunity for sexual release and any
stimulation is going to make you hot. And besides it is normal to
have thoughts of the same sex. Especially in women. It doesn't make
you gay. It doesn't even make you bisexual. It's normal. It was just
a fantasy. In normal time, you know, the real life that I took away
from you a while back, you'll never feel these things because there
won't be some asshole tying you up constantly and preventing you from
normal sexual expression. Elizabeth. You'll be alright. You can't let
this get to you. You'll be nuts before you know it."

She thought about this for a minute. "I'm not all that experienced,
you know?"

"I know." I had suspected as much. The almost virginal pleasure she
was finding in everything. She seemed to feel almost proud of herself
when she managed to give a good blow job. Have a multiple orgasm.
Losing herself into this unfamiliar sex. But then, she dropped into
this guilty mode. I suspect that this was just those age old daemons
and sexual taboos surfacing again. Despite the multiple orgasm
things, maybe there was some disadvantages to being female. Always
fighting these daemons. Didn't sound like much fun.

"Don't get me wrong. I've had a couple of lovers. But. It was always
straight forward. Boring. I. I can't ... I had better orgasms by
myself. Then you come along. Whips and chains. Visions that I never
should have seen. Lesbian acts. Pain. Torture. Incest for crying out
loud. And I'm getting horny? I've been turned into a sex slave. I
don't even have control over my sexual urges. Incest! My god I should
be disgusted. But no. Elizabeth gets turned on. Goddammit. The sex I
had with you the other night, the stuff I *asked* for? You know that
you are the one and only guy I've ever asked for sex from? The oral
sex? It was the best sex with another person I've ever had. And I'm
not in love with you. And now a complete stranger. A woman. Is forced
to have oral sex with me while I'm bound and being whipped. I have a
fucking multiple orgasm. Maybe the only one I'll ever have. I'm so
confused."

"Elizabeth. I know. Honey. I wish I knew. Everybody reacts to stress
differently. And believe me. You are under stress. You'll be
alright.  You are such a strong woman. Don't let it bother you. Just
enjoy yourself when I let you. There's no pressure here. No
inhibitions. I'm not going to think anything. That you're some kind
of slut. Honest. If anything, I'll be impressed that you can actually
find some kind of pleasure in all this. I'm betting that most women
would fall apart completely. Go insane. If they were put into your
place. I'm forcing you to do it. Try to remember. It's only
temporary. You get to forget everything when I send you back."

Elizabeth just pulled against her handcuffs and stopped in the middle
of the road. She looked so lost. So alone. Standing in the middle of
the asphalt. Naked. Handcuffed. Tear streaked face. Body shaking.

This suffering creature managed to choke out. "But. But what if I
never get to have another multiple orgasm again?" She just collapsed
into tears.

I moved to her and gathered her into my arms. Giving her a hug. She
trembled and I could tell that she wanted to return the embrace but
the handcuffs behind her back prevented it. She just stood still and
cried into my shoulder. I stroked her hair until her shakes
subsided.  Finally she pulled away. I checked over my shoulder. Amy
wasn't in sight, but the gate to the house was just up ahead.

"I'll be alright? You promise? I'm not a lesbian?"

"I promise. Maybe you should talk to Jane. She's pretty good at these
things." I knew that Jane had been, and was still, going through this
process. I don't think she was worried about turning into a lesbian,
but she certainly was concerned about the pain and degradation
turning her on. She was far more naturally masochistic than
Elizabeth, but the feelings were similar. They might be able to help
each other through the confusion.

"Jane is feeling this too. Isn't she?"

Perceptive. "A little. Her situation is a little different. But
she'll tell you if she chooses."

"You are respecting her privacy?"

"Yeah. And I'm not going to tell any of the girls about this
conversation either. No need. I figure you'll tell them if you want
them to know. Why do you think I sent Amy up ahead?"

"You knew? You knew I was feeling this way?"

"Of course I knew."

She managed to get out a smile and I kissed her forehead.

"I'd be better if you didn't find it necessary to torture us so
much."

"I know. Not an option. This is my timeline."

"Don't remind me."

She began to walk. Quiet. Lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts of her
feelings. Thoughts of her body. Tears threatened a number of times,
but she fought them off with an obvious effort. I let her walk in
silence. Let her deal with her thoughts. We passed through the open
gate. I turned and closed it behind us. Up ahead I glimpsed Amy. She
was sitting in the grass beside the path. Her hands supporting her
behind her back. Her legs stretched out. Enjoying the sun.

She waited for us to approach and struggled to her bare feet.

"What the heck took you so long? Stop for a quickie?" She'd been tied
up in the same room that night that Elizabeth had asked me for sex.
It was her attempt at humour.

I aimed a slap at her ass. She managed to block it with her bound
hands. She laughed. Her mood had certainly improved with the time she
spent alone. She stuck out her tongue and ran to the front porch. Her
breasts bouncing as she ran through the grass. She was completely
oblivious to the show she was giving me. I doubted if she even cared
anymore. They were pretty used to being naked all the time. Not
having control of their own bodies. The chain of her handcuffs
jangled as she ran.

As she approached the door, she turned around and managed to open it
with her bound hands. She slipped inside leaving the door open. I
linked arms with the naked bound girl left beside me and we walked
slowly up to the door and also slipped inside. Compared to the bright
sunshine outdoors, the hallway looked dark and gloomy. My eyes began
to adjust to the lower light level. It was actually quite bright in
the foyer. Light streaming in through a skylight. Amy was waiting for
us sitting daintily on the bottom step. Her legs modestly together.
Her hands still attached behind her back.

I turned Elizabeth around and removed her handcuffs. I tossed them on
the foyer table. Automatically, she knelt. I motioned Amy over and
did the same for her. She absently rubbed her wrists but sank to her
knees beside Elizabeth.

"Girls? Feel like showering?"

Elizabeth glanced behind her and grimaced at the state of the soles
of her feet. She'd been walking without shoes for a couple of days.
She ought to be used to dirty feet. "I'd happily fuck you a million
times if you let me have a hot shower. God. I feel so dirty." I could
tell by her tone that she wasn't just referring to her dusty bare
feet.

Amy piped up. "Well, I wouldn't fuck you a million times, but I'd
give you a really good tumble for a hot shower. Maybe even a good
blow job." She stuck out her tongue again. I wondered what had gotten
into her.

I turned to Amy. A smile playing on my lips. "If I ordered you to
fuck me a million times you would."

She lowered her head before I could see the mischievous smile. She
tried to feign a gruff voice. "I guess. You couldn't keep up with me,
though."

I knew that I couldn't. I probably should have punished her for that
remark, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. She was just
having fun. And they had precious little of that with me around. Just
blowing off steam from the ordeal they'd just been through. Probably
was healthy for them. I let it slide, smiling ruefully. She was right
after all. I probably didn't have a hope of keeping up with her
beyond the first climax. She was female after all. And their bodies
did give them some natural advantages.

"After you finish. Make yourselves presentable. Make up. All that.
And then you have free time until I need you. You can go back to
Dickens and AC/DC if you want." I smiled at the contrast in their
free time activities. "Just keep the noise down to a dull roar.
Shower is first door on the right upstairs. Keep it down. Sheila
still may be sleeping right next door. No singing."

The girls rose to their bare feet. They both thanked me before
disappearing upstairs. They knew that they were expected to shower
together. They would. They had bounced right back. Free of
restraints.  Free of torment. Completely happy again. Female
resilience. I'd never figure them out.

I moved off into the living room. The room that held the stereo
equipment. I leaned back on the sofa that Amy was using to listen to
AC/DC. Comfortable. The Mayers did know how to buy comfortable
furniture. Though I had my doubts at the comfort of Sheila's bed. I
rose and poked my head into the library. Christi was sitting in her
recliner. Head still buried in the Talisman.

She jumped when she saw me. "Oh. Hi. I didn't hear you come in."

"Enjoying the book?"

She curled her bare legs under her and nodded. I could see the look
in her eye. Hoping that it wasn't time to put down the book. I walked
over to her and kissed the top of her head. "Keep reading little
one.  You'll be busy soon enough."

"Oh." She wagged her tongue at me. A mischievous smile playing along
her lips. "Not with this I hope."

"I somehow doubt it. But one never knows."

I turned away from her and wandered into the dining area. Jane was
asleep in the sun in the bay window. She looked very peaceful.
Smiling in her sleep. Though she seemed to be pulling gently at her
cuffed wrists in her sleep. I walked back out. I wanted to relax for
a while.  No need to disturb her.

I walked back through the library, past Christi. I touched her hair
as I passed and she smiled.

"Anything I can do for you? To you?" she inquired sweetly.

I laughed. "If you want." I wasn't in the mood to force her to do
anything. I'd had my fill of forcing females today. The images of
Karen were still dancing fresh in my memory. Christi's eyes darted
back to her book and I laughed again. It was pretty clear what she'd
prefer to do.

I wandered back into the entertainment room. I picked through the
compact disks. A whole collection of AC/DC. I couldn't imagine who in
this household would listen to it. Perhaps they had a teenager or
university kid away from home. I guess I ought to find out. Later.
Some Celtic music. Country and western. Some rock and roll. Some
light jazz. An eclectic mix.

I wanted to relax so country was definitely out. I didn't
particularly want to raise my stress levels. I debated putting on the
classic Back In Black album, for about 0.36 seconds. I pulled out an
Enya disk and slipped it into the player. I raised my eyebrows. An
older B&O system.  One thing was for sure. The Mayers had taste.
Thinking of Sheila briefly, I'd have to say that at least Evan
definitely had taste.

I wandered back to the sofa and lay back. I slipped the headphones
over my ears and felt myself slipping away to another land. Another
place. The haunting notes and clear voice of Enya transporting me. I
closed my eyes. I could have sworn it was only for a moment.

I awoke to feel someone unbuttoning my jeans. Soft hands began to
play with me. Storms in Africa crashing about my ears. I felt myself
engulfed in a warm wet cavern. I felt teeth graze me. My breathing
quickened as I hardened. I thrust up towards her. I still hadn't
opened my eyes. I had no idea which of them it was. I was guessing
Christi, but I really didn't care. I felt the soft mouth leave me and
I heard myself moan over the music.

I felt a different warmth. Warmer. Wetter. Tighter. Engulfing me. I
felt a warm leg pressing against my jeans as she straddled me. She
began slowly. Softly kissing at my lips. She cried out as well as she
increased the tempo. Soon she was moving in rhythm with the drums
crashing into my ears. As Storms in Africa ended, and silence ensued
I felt her heat rising. I could feel her fingers gently probing
between our legs. Pushing herself. Touching her clitoris. Gasping. I
dimly realized that the CD had ended. Meaning that I'd been here for
the better part of an hour. Until whoever it was had come to find me.
I didn't want to open my eyes. Enjoying the sensations of the sex.
Experiencing the girl. Whichever one it was. I could feel her fingers
speeding up. Finding her own rhythm which was far faster than mine.
Her hips rising and falling. Slowly. She let out a small cry and I
could feel her internal muscles spasming. Tightening. Forcing herself
down onto me. I felt myself rise. Unable to hold back with the
sensations of her orgasm. I thrust deep into her. Feeling myself
tense and gasp out. I felt her weight fall forward onto me as she
finished.  Her chained hands pressing into my chest through my
T-shirt. Her cuffed hands pressing between the softer pressure of her
bare breasts.  Her lips gently licking at mine as she came down from
her climax. Her muscles still twitching. She just lay there panting.
Not even bothering to extract me from her. Just enjoying the
afterglow. I finally opened my eyes. Flipping the silent headphones
from my ears. A blonde head rested on my chest just below my head. I
could smell her hair. Clover. With an effort she rose. Pressing
against me with her bound hands. She smiled.

She whispered. "I was just going to swallow. But then I realized that
I needed it too." She was still breathing hard as she rose off of
me.  I was soft and I shuddered at the sensation of coming out of
her. She smiled again. She knelt and took my limp penis in her bound
hands. She leaned forward and used her tongue and soft mouth to clean
me. Despite having just had sex with the girl, I found myself
reacting to her again. I just found it incredibly erotic, this nude,
restrained creature kneeling beside me after sex and cleaning her own
fluids from me. She finished her task and carefully tucked me back
into my jeans and rebuttoned the pants. She had some trouble because
of the handcuffs, but she managed.

"I think I'll go back to reading. You want the CD on again?" She
padded barefoot over to the stereo. I shook my head.

"Where are the others?" I asked her.

She turned just before disappearing into the library. "I think Jane
is still asleep in the dining room. Elizabeth and Amy showed up a
while back. Pretty clean. Amy was livid that she couldn't listen to
the stereo, but you were asleep. She didn't think it was a good plan
to wake you. She's just lying on the floor of the library staring at
the ceiling. Elizabeth is reading that dreadful bore Dickens. Enough
of an update for you?"

"Do they know what you were doing?"

"Yeah." Christi blushed. "I heard you had some fun with the
neighbours. I thought you might be able to use the relief. I heard
you managed to control yourself. At least you didn't rape her."

I sat up. "You can send Amy in. I'm not using the stereo anymore."

"Alright. Hey? You mind if I have a shower? I wasn't going to ask, I
mean I just had one with Sheila, but after ... what we just did ..."
She glanced down at herself. I could see the wetness on the tops of
her bare thighs.

"Come here." Christi pranced over. Proud of herself. I unlocked her
cuffs. "Go enjoy your shower."

"I will. And thank you."

"Make it quick. I have plans for you."

"Oh no."

She practically ran to the library doorway and stuck her head in.
"Stereo's free Amy." Christi ran back through the living room. A
streak of nudity and scampered into the foyer and up the stairs.
Minutes later I heard the shower running.

Amy slowly walked in from the library. Eyes lowered. I was surprised
that her hands were cuffed in front of her. I was sure that I'd left
her and Elizabeth free. She noticed my scrutiny.

"Elizabeth and I thought that you would want us cuffed like Christi
and Jane. Christi recuffed us."

I was surprised. "You really don't want to be punished, do you?"

"Would you in my position?"

I smiled at the girl. She looked radiant. Fresh make up. Fresh nail
polish. Fingers and toes. Her hair shone as it fell across her bare
shoulders. She simply glowed, exuding sexuality. Her skin looked
silky soft. She walked over to me and carefully knelt on the carpet
in front of the sofa.

"Can a slave please listen to her music in her spare time. You are
giving us free time, aren't you?"

I nodded and handed her the earphones. I kissed the top of her head.
I debated having her lie on the floor instead of the sofa, but
couldn't really see the point.

"Why did you let her go?"

"You mean Karen?"

"Yeah. As Elizabeth pointed out, she was your type."

"You think anything female with a pulse is my type."

"No. She was drop dead gorgeous. And you know it. Maybe not as nice
as Christi or Jane. But she was certainly nicer looking than me or
Elizabeth."

I decided to be honest with her. "She had a kid. She would have been
a handful."

"I thought you liked your women feisty."

"She wasn't very feisty at the end."

"You just about killed her. What did you expect? She'd have regained
her self-esteem after a rest. I saw her face when you let her dress
herself at the end. She still needed a rest, but she would have been
even more frisky afterwards. And you know that too."

"I have enough girls right now. Honest. I can always go back for her
if I want her."

"I guess." Not really understanding. But she didn't have to. I gave
her a peck on the cheek and she smiled. She used her bound hands to
place the earphones on her head.

"What were you listening to?" She changed the subject.

"Enya."

"You have to be joking."

"Enya. It's relaxing music. I should force you to listen to it. Tie
you to this sofa. Force the earphones on you. And turn it up."

She paled, getting the image. I smiled and she grinned uncertainly. I
rose and walked over to the stereo. "Back in Black? Or
Thunderstruck?"

"B in B, please," she replied quietly from the sofa. Completely
unused to me doing something for her. Even something as simple as
putting a disk on for her. Normally I'd make her crawl to the disk
rack, take out something she hated, make her put it on and listen to
it. I smiled at her confusion. I switched disks for her and pressed
play. Not quite understanding. But not willing to question the small
kindness, she simply settled herself back into the sofa. I could see
her moving her body to the initial bells on the album. Hell's Bells
indeed.

She had closed her eyes, and didn't notice as I slipped back into the
library.

Elizabeth looked up from her book. "Hi." She regarded me with a
mixture of slight apprehension and relaxation. Probably afraid I was
going to take the book from her.

She was stunning as well. Freshly scrubbed. Clean. Her red hair
catching the light. Shining. Fresh make up and nail polish. I
couldn't see her feet, as she was seated at the table. But I assumed
that all of them knew to put on nail polish. Finger and toes. The
handcuffs she wore almost looked like jewelry adorning her wrists. I
couldn't quite tell but I thought she might have coloured her
nipples. Or maybe she was just aroused and they had deepened in
colour. I couldn't imagine Tale of Two Cities arousing her, though.
Maybe her mind was on something else. She saw where my gaze was
falling and let her book fall gently to the table. Not losing her
place. She raised her bound hands so I could see her chest more
clearly.

"You like?"

"Of course I like."

She gave me a mischievous grin. "I thought that your sex drive would
have been diminished." Referring to Christi. She was still holding
her bound arms out of the line of view. "Alright. You are confused. I
used some rouge on them. You like?" I nodded. "I thought you might."
She lowered her arms. Partially blocking my view of her chest again.
"My face is up here, you know." I jerked my eyes away from her bare
chest.  It was surprisingly hard to do. She was smiling. Knowing that
she'd surprised me. I'd have to have a closer look at her nipples
later. I couldn't believe that I was reacting to this as well. I
certainly hadn't had time to recover from Christi. Yet, there it
was.

I blew her a kiss and began to walk towards the dining room.

"She's sleeping."

"Not for long."

"Oh. I still have free time, right?"

"Considering your little surprise, I guess it would be really cruel
to take it away from you."

She allowed herself a self-satisfied smile and bent back to
Revolution France.

I wandered into the dining room. I slipped into a chair quietly and
just watched the nude woman reclining asleep in the window. The
morning sun caught her bare body as she lay easily on her back. Her
breasts rising and falling gently with her regular breathing. She
looked so peaceful. I almost hesitated to wake her. Unfortunately, I
needed her. I let myself watch her for a few more minutes. Just
enjoying the sight of her.

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Chapter 79 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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As I watched, Jane's eyes fluttered open. I hadn't even touched her
or made her aware of my presence. She just came awake. Somehow
feeling my eyes on her as she slept.

She yawned and stretched, raising her cuffed wrists above her head
and pulling her bare breasts into a delightful position. Her legs
reached, toes pointed. She seemed unaware of the effect she was
having on me. I couldn't understand this. There was absolutely no way
I should be interested. No matter what the stimulus. Even this
gorgeous teenager nude and stretching. Completely at ease in her
nudity. Christi had drained me. I just tried to ignore my reaction to
her. Somehow.

She had pulled herself up and was now sitting on the window ledge
gently swinging her bare legs.

"I wonder why there weren't plants here."

"Huh?"

"The morning sun is beautiful here. Warm. Bright. It would be a
perfect place for plants. Lots of room." She indicated the wide shelf
upon which she had stretched out.

"Maybe Gertrude slept here in the nude as well."

"Right." She yawned again.

"Still tired?"

"Not really." She was swinging her legs again as she sat on the edge
of the window shelf. Completely uncaring that she was nude and I
wasn't.

"Sheila make any noise while I was gone?" I asked her.

"Not that I know of. But I was asleep. Maybe you would be better
asking Christi. Christi didn't wake me up. I'd assume if there was a
problem, she would have come to get me to help. Those were your
orders. Where'd you go?"

"To the neighbours."

"Why?"

"Exploring."

"Anybody interesting?" Not anything. Anybody. Jane knew me too well.

"Maybe."

"You took another one?"

"Sort of."

"I'll bet she wasn't thrilled."

"Not really. I doubt if she liked acting like a dog."

Jane just raised her eyebrows. "You'll have to tell me more later."

"Perhaps. Amy and Elizabeth can tell the tale as well."

Jane just looked at me. "You just want to talk, or was there another
reason you woke me up?"

"I didn't wake you."

"You were going to." I nodded. She was too perceptive. "Time to take
care of our Judge? Or are you going to rape me?" She said it calmly.
Almost dispassionately.

I set my mouth in a grim line. "Our judge has reached his judgment
day. You know it."

"You haven't told Sheila yet? Have you? She may not even want to see
him, you know?"

I couldn't imagine that his former slave wouldn't want the chance to
get back at him. "What do you mean?" I asked the naked girl in front
of me.

"He's abused her so long, she might not be capable of striking back
at him. I'd keep my eye on her. He might still have influence over
her.  Even if the bastard is tied down, she might be so used to
following his orders that she might turn on you if he tells her to.
She might be too afraid to go back into that room. She might not be
capable of hurting another person. Even if he deserves it. She knows
what being hurt is all about. She might not be able to inflict it
back on someone else. Even her tormentor. Don't punish her if she
can't. That's all."

I nodded. That made some sense.

"I'll talk to her. Are you going to be alright with this?"

"I think so. I just keep thinking how he just was casually calling me
a bitch and I see red. He has no respect for women at all. He
actually thinks of the whole female of the species as animals. His
animals. No better than your average cute monkey. I've lived my life
hating people like that. I think I can strike back at him. I might
even enjoy it."

"You thought I was just as bad once."

"Sometimes you still are. Sometimes I hate you just as much. Luckily,
or maybe unluckily, you usually have me tied down when that happens.
I can't do much. And then you ease up. You can actually be nice to
us.  And my anger melts. I mean, I've just been lying here nude in
the sun for hours. Just relaxing. Thinking. Sleeping. I can't do that
in the real world. I have to go to school. Impress my friends. Hold
down an after school job. Worry about college. And obviously I can't
just lounge around without my clothes. Maybe a bit of torment once in
a while is worth it just to have this peace. You know, I still
haven't figured you out. I just know that I don't hate you like I
hate that bastard upstairs. I do know that I'm freer here. Despite
these." She rattled her handcuffs. "I'm not sure that I can explain
it."

I nodded. I was thinking that I might just have to explore her a bit
more. Figure out what she was feeling. It felt vaguely important. But
now wasn't the time.

I motioned for her to rise. She padded over to where I was sitting.
She made a quick motion to kneel, but I stopped her. We were going
upstairs anyway. I reached for her bound wrists and released them.
She stood quietly rubbing her wrists. There were marks where the
steel had dug into her skin. Not because they were particularly
tight, but because of the position that they had fallen into while
the girl had slept. She didn't make any comment about the deep
indents.

"Come on." She fell into step beside me as I made my way back out to
the foyer and the stairs. As we climbed the steps, I heard the shower
cease and the sounds of clean bare feet squeaking against porcelain.

I opened the door to the bathroom and a cloud of steam flowed out
into the hall. Christi had just stepped from the shower. Her skin
produced goose flesh as the cooler air from the hallway kissed her
bare body.  She shivered but immediately dropped the towel from
around her as I gazed in. Sensing that she ought to present herself
bare unless told otherwise. Her body looked radiant as she stood
there dripping. Her nipples were hard from the sudden indraught.

"You can dry yourself."

She thankfully resumed toweling herself. Rubbing the moisture from
her skin. Purposefully running the towel between her legs. Sighing.
Not even a hint of self-consciousness as I watched her. The girls
really were getting used to me just watching their bare bodies moving
in everyday tasks. At one point they were distinctly uncomfortable
with me watching them. Now it was almost as though they enjoyed it.
At least in Christi's and Jane's case.

"Didn't wash your hair?" It was only wet below her shoulders.

"I washed it this morning. It didn't think it needed it. If you want,
I'll get back in and wash it for you. Not like I'm dressed or
anything."

"That's alright. I was only curious." I could see that the portion of
her hair that was still dry shone in the light. It didn't need
cleaning. She was telling the truth. I was sure that after she'd
brushed it out it would be as lustrous as though she'd just been to
the hair dresser.

She smiled and continued to dry off. Running the towel down her legs
and lifting her foot to dry her toes.

"Janey?"

"Yes sir?"

"I want you to help Christi get ready. Help her with her makeup and
touch up yours. I'm going to rouse the sleeping beauty in the next
room."

"Be gentle with her. Okay?"

I nodded, watching as Jane stepped into the bathroom with Christi. I
turned away as she picked up a bottle of nail polish off the
counter.

I walked to the master bedroom. I found myself consciously holding
back my arm from knocking. Sheila couldn't answer the door anyway. I
silently opened the door and slipped into the room, turning the knob
so that the door shut quietly. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the
gloom. Sheila was still sleeping peacefully under the blankets. The
blankets rose and fell with her soft breathing.

I slipped into the chair that I'd left by the bed and just watched
her. I really enjoyed watching them sleep. So peaceful. Sheila moved
in her sleep. Her wrist pulling against it's restraint. She mumbled
something softly and wrinkled her nose. She settled back down and was
peaceful again. I watched her for a few more minutes, then leaned
forward and gently kissed her forehead. She mumbled something in her
sleep and tried to roll over.

Her right wrist snapped hard against the steel around it and her eyes
fluttered open. She screamed as she saw me beside her in the dark.
Startled by my presence.

"Shhhh. Shhh. It's just me. You're okay. Relax. I'm not here to hurt
you."

She closed her eyes. Trying to control her wild breathing. Gasping
for air. I'd really frightened her. Pulling at the handcuff holding
her to the bed.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," she mumbled. "Not a dream. Oh God. Not a
dream."

Her face was in profile as she lay on her back. Her lips moving as
she rocked her body. She weakly pulled against her restraint and
struggled to control her body. I could see her shaking under the
covers. Second time today I'd given a girl an adrenaline rush. I just
gave her time to recover. I doubted if the rush of adrenaline was
enough to make her sick.

Finally she managed to control her breathing; it returned to a
slightly fast, but regular beat. I was sure her heart was still
hammering a mile a minute. She gingerly grasped the covers in her
left hand and lifted them. Regarding her body beneath. Just as nude
as when she fell asleep. She closed her eyes and then reopened them.

She turned her head towards me in the dark. "Oh God. It wasn't a
dream. Was it?"

I shook my head. "No, Sheila, it wasn't."

"You aren't going to let him touch me again are you?"

"He won't touch you while I'm in control here. I can promise you
that."

Her body began to shake again and she struggled to control it. With
an effort, she succeeded.

"Jane? And Christi? Where are they?"

"In the bathroom. They'll be here shortly."

"I'd like to see them. Please?"

"As soon as they're done."

She swallowed. "Please. I'm thirsty. Can I have a drink?"

I rose from the chair. "Sure. Be back in a minute."

I walked out to the bathroom. Blinking in the sudden light. The girls
were just about finished. Christi was drying the bottom part of her
hair. She playfully thrust her bare chest out as she saw me enter.
Her hands above her, her right holding the hair dryer and her left
buried in her hair. Most of the steam had disappeared from the room.
Escaped through the open door. Jane was drying her nails. She'd
changed the colour to a deep red. Her make up was perfect again. No
sign of the sleep she'd had. She'd brushed out her hair as well.
Still soft and shiny from this morning. I couldn't help myself. I ran
my fingers through her chestnut hair. She allowed the touch and
actually smiled and gave a small laugh. For some reason pleased that
I'd done it.

I searched around and found a plastic cup. Probably used by the
former occupants of the house for brushing their teeth. I rinsed it
in the sink and filled it with cold water.

"Come to the master bedroom when you are both done," I left them one
last instruction as I left carrying the water.

I slipped back into the room with Sheila.

"Lights," I announced to the only other occupant of the room. I
flicked on the lights.

Sheila cried out as the bright light hit her. Not quick enough to
close her eyes before the lights snapped on. She had scrunched up her
face, closing her lids tightly against the harsh light. Her left arm
was thrown across her eyes. I sat back in the chair beside her.

Finally she opened one eye and managed to brave the light. "You could
have warned me," she chastised me.

"I did."

"Not much of a warning. I'm barely awake. I don't want to be awake."

I looked at her again in the light. Her eyes were both open, but
blinking furiously. I cringed as I saw her face for the first time in
the light. The right side of her face was slightly swollen. There was
a angry red bruise formed on her right cheek. About where the bastard
had slapped her. Her right eye was blackened. Not the worst shiner
I'd ever seen. Hell, I'd gotten worse myself in the schoolyard in my
younger days. But seeing it on this delicate woman seemed wrong
somehow.

"What?" she asked seeing my scrutiny of her face. She hitched herself
up towards the head of the bed, sitting up. The covers fell away from
her bare breasts. Noticing, she tried to cover herself by pulling the
covers up with her left hand.

"Sheila. Honey. Leave it, it's nothing I'm not going to see anyway."
I was far more concerned with her face anyway.

She noticed that my gaze hadn't fallen to her bare chest but remained
on the right side of her face. She lifted her left hand and touched
her right cheek, letting the covers settle around her waist. She
winced at her touch. She traced along her eye, involuntarily moving
away from her fingers. She dropped her hand back to the covers and
began to cry silently.

"I'm a mess aren't I? I'm sorry."

I couldn't imagine for what she was apologizing. Maybe that bastard
in the other room had made her apologize for her appearance. Even
after he'd caused the bruises marring her perfect face. I couldn't
understand what would possess him to be so brutal with such a
delicate creature. Control didn't require this kind of heavy
handedness.

I lifted the cup of water towards her lips. I noticed that the right
side of her upper lip was slightly swollen as well. She allowed me to
feed her, wincing as the cup touched her upper lip. She drank the
whole cup of water in one big long swallow.

I gently asked her. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore as hell."

"I'll bet. What were you sorry about?" I asked her.

"Me. My face. I. I guess I just didn't want you to see me like this."

"Sheila, you'll be alright. It's not your fault. It will heal."

"I've been through worse." I couldn't imagine her looking any worse
unless he had gotten to the left side of her face as well. Then it
would have been twice as bad, I guess. "Why did you wake me up? Why
are you being so gentle with me?"

"I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I know. It's just that, my Master ... I mean the judge ... would
wake me up by slapping me, or shaking the hell out of me. I can't
count the times I was awakened screaming in pain."

"I'm sorry. I don't wake up my girls like that. Usually they are up
well before me anyway."

"Thank God you don't wake us up like that. God I hated that. Why'd
you wake me up then? You want something."

"Sheila. Honey. I just didn't want you to sleep all day. You wouldn't
sleep when we do. Tonight."

"That's not all is it? You want to hurt me. Or rape me."
Suspiciously.  "Why aren't Jane and Christi here?"

I almost laughed, but I controlled the impulse. "I think that you are
hurt enough. I don't need to add to it. And I think raping you
qualifies as hurting you. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. And I
told you. Jane and Christi just have to finish in the bathroom and
they will be here."

She sighed. "You are so different. He wouldn't have cared. He would
have raped me and added to my bruise list just for fun. And god help
me if I complained."

"I'm not Mayer. Never will be. And speaking of Mayer, you feel like
getting back at him?"

"Getting back at him?"

"Yeah. Paying him back? Getting some revenge?"

"What do you mean?" She was truly confused.

"Let's hypothetically pretend that I had him helpless. You know, how
he kept you. Maybe bound up. Uncomfortable. Would you want to pay him
back for some of those bruises? Give him a taste of his own
medicine?"

She closed her eyes and thought about it for a second. "I'd be yours
forever if you let me at him for just a half hour." A thought
occurred to her. "He couldn't get at me. Retaliate? Ever?"

"Nope. He'd be completely at your mercy."

"Oh God. I don't know. I want to. God, do I want to. But. I know what
it's like on the other end. Being helpless. Having someone just beat
the hell out of you for no reason. It's wrong." She closed her eyes.
Remembering some abuse from the past.

"Alright. I won't force you to do it. But I think you should
reconsider. You have a damn good reason to do this. It would hardly
be for no reason. I doubt if I've ever met someone who had a better
reason for beating the hell out of someone. There aren't any courts
here to determine right or wrong. Just me. And I think that he
deserves it. Any damage that you inflict is temporary anyway. I won't
let you kill him though he probably deserves that as well. And even
if you decide to spend the time relaxing in this comfortable bed
instead of getting some much deserved revenge, just so you know, I am
letting Jane and Christi take out some of their frustrations on the
guy. And believe me. They have their frustrations. Not to mention a
touch of anger at what he did to you. They didn't have a problem with
it after being with you earlier."

"Jane and Christi are going to do this? They'll be there as well?"

"Yes. For you. Personally, if I were in your shoes, I'd want to just
beat the hell out of him. Maybe you should see your face before you
make a decision."

Sheila thought about it. "I'm not wearing any shoes." She managed a
smile. "You wouldn't let me. So I don't think that you could be in
them. But I guess you are right. If they can do it, I guess I can.
I'll do it." Tears began to fall down her face. She'd bowed her head
a bit while thinking and her tears fell slowly off her cheeks and
onto her bare breasts.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure. I hate him." Simple sentiments. I could hear the
simple truth in her words.

I nodded. I heard a knock on the bedroom door. Could only be Jane and
Christi.

"You okay?"

I watched as she exerted her will and fought back the tears. She
nodded wiping viciously at her face with her left hand. Crying out as
she forgot about the bruises on the right side of her face.

"Come in." I called.

I saw Jane poke her head around the door as she opened it. "I wasn't
sure if you wanted us to wait outside." She gasped as she saw
Sheila's face. Without waiting for my answer she practically ran into
the room and jumped onto the bed with Sheila. Taking her face in her
hands.  Gently stroking her.

"Oh God. He really did a number on you. Didn't he?" She looked over
at me. "I can do anything to him? I'm gonna fucking enjoy this. See
how he likes it."

Christi had walked into the room and came to stand by my chair.
Gazing at Sheila's bruises. Tears beginning to form in her eyes as
she realized in stark detail just what this woman had had to endure.
Sheila was wincing a bit at Jane's probes of her bruises, but she
just closed her eyes, sat still and let the other girl rattle on.
Finally, Jane noticed that she was hurting the other girl and
withdrew her hands.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay. I've endured worse and with a lot less love." Sheila
impulsively bent at her waist and gave Jane a quick kiss on the
cheek.  Definitely not shy around women. She was far more nervous
when we were alone together, even though I'd never done anything to
suggest that I'd hurt her. Or even touch her. Only what had to be
done to keep her in my control which pretty much consisted of placing
a handcuff on her wrist. Hardly on par with mauling her. But I guess
I couldn't blame her. I was her new master and she didn't really have
a clue what I was like.

Sheila turned to me. "M-master? Can your new slave clean herself up
before we do this?"

I nodded. I handed Christi the key to Sheila's restraints and Christi
moved towards her. Sheila suffered another kiss to her bruised cheek
as Christi moved towards her. Christi whispered to her. "We'll get
him back. Just you wait."

As Sheila was released from the bed, she idly rubbed her wrist. She
smiled and then cringed a bit. Even smiling hurt her.

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Chapter 80 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Sheila took a deep breath, cringed again as something inside her
twinged with the motion, and threw off the covers. They landed pretty
much on Jane who was still kneeling on the bed beside her. It didn't
look like the cover thing was intentional on Sheila's part. I
smiled.

"Ooof." Jane mumbled as she untangled herself laughing.

Sheila swung her legs off the bed and stood on her bare feet,
slightly swaying. I swallowed as I looked at her perfect figure. Her
face looked like it had gone through a war. Her hair was tangled. She
sported a number of minor bruises along her arms. Probably where
Mayer had gripped her before I met her. Her left thigh had a yellow
bruise just above the knee on the inside. Again, it looked like an
older discolouration. I motioned her over and she gingerly walked
towards my chair.

Her entire left side was purple. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine
the discomfort that she was experiencing. The angry looking bruise
began just below her breasts and extended all the way to halfway down
her hip. It wrapped around to her back and touched her belly on the
other side. A bright purple tinged with yellow.

I ran my finger slowly down the discolouration and she cried out
softly. She didn't back away, which surprised me. I really was
concerned that she had a cracked rib. I couldn't imagine anything
else causing this kind of bruise. If she did have a cracked rib there
wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. She'd just have to suffer.
But she seemed to be in decent spirits despite the pain. Perhaps she
was just glad that she wasn't under Mayer's control any longer.

I heard Christi whisper, "Oh my God," as she saw the injury.

Sheila spoke up. "I've had worse, you know. Don't worry about it."

I just shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe this girl was
standing here, much less calmly talking about it. She must have had
an incredibly high tolerance for pain. Perhaps she'd just learned to
accept it during her stay with the judge. I'd seen it inflicted on
her, but I had no idea that he'd kicked her this hard. Nobody
deserved this. Even a dog wouldn't have been treated this badly.

She calmly continued. "Last time I had one of these, he forced me to
crawl for him, he raped me, and then he laughed as he kicked me in
the same place again. I think I passed out. And the next day it was
like twice this big. And so purple. I bruise easily." Tears began to
fall from her eyes silently as she dispassionately described what had
happened to her. "It eventually healed. This will heal. If I don't
get kicked again."

I closed my eyes. It was going to be a pleasure watching these girls
go at this monster.

I rose and gently guided the injured woman from the bedroom. Jane and
Christi just followed us silently, their bare feet whispering across
the carpet. I leaned on the bathroom doorjamb as Sheila cleaned
herself up. She gasped as she splashed cold water on her face.
Gingerly drying it off. Dabbing at her right cheek. She picked up the
brush in her left hand and was unable to raise her arm to run it
through her hair. She transferred it to her right and raised her arm
again. Cringing at the pain from her left side. But she managed.

I heard Christi's voice close behind. "May I?"

I nodded. Even I was having trouble watching this beautiful creature
struggle with the pain. Such a simple task too. Brushing her hair. I
couldn't imagine her having to do anything strenuous. Like crawl. Or
be raped. Christi walked into the bathroom and gently took the brush
from Sheila. Sheila gladly relinquished it and Christi began to
carefully brush out the tangled blonde hair. Sheila tilted her head
back and sighed as Christi took care of her. Even with all the
bruises, all the pain, and absolutely no makeup, she was still
gorgeous.

"You know. I was never allowed to use this bathroom. I had to clean
it. But I wasn't even allowed to pee in here," she spoke to me. I
could have guessed as much. Servants use the good facilities? Even
unpaid sex slave servants? Never!

Christi finished and Sheila thanked her. She surprised me by walking
over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. Rising up on her
toes carefully to reach my face with her lips.

"What?"

"Because I know that you could have made me brush my hair myself.
Evan would have."

"Oh."

"You want me to put on makeup? Cover at least these?" She pointed at
her cheek and eye. She was still worried about her appearance. She'd
been knocked to hell and back, and she was worried if she looked good
enough for me.

I shook my head. There wasn't any need. I didn't mind. The bruises
didn't particularly detract from her natural beauty. And the reminder
of the brutality might be useful in the hours ahead.

"He would have made me." Meaning Evan and her makeup. I could have
guessed that as well. Destroy a beautiful face, and then force her to
make it beautiful again. So he could destroy it again. All because of
a power trip. Bastard.

"Maybe later. You won't need it for now. You can stand to touch those
bruises enough to cover them with makeup?"

"I've done it before."

I shook my head. "It's alright. I'm not going to make you go through
that. At least not now."

"Okay. If you can bear looking at me."

I could stand looking at her. As I'd noted before, she still looked
ravishing. Despite her pain and the bruises. I doubted if there was
any way that you could completely destroy her natural beauty. She was
in the same class as Christi and Jane. Model material. High firm
grapefruit sized breasts. Long athletic legs. Tight ass. Long flowing
blonde hair. A real blonde.

I guided the girls around the hallway and stopped in front of the
business room. I had no idea what Mayer was doing in there, but I
doubted if he was happy. He'd been left in those ropes for a long
time. I hoped he was damn uncomfortable.

I unlocked the door. Before opening it, I glanced around at the
girls.  Sheila was shaking and Christi had an arm around her
shoulders.

"I. I don't know if I can go in there."

"He can't hurt you now."

"I know. But. You don't know what went on in there. What I had to
do." She drew herself up to her full height. Threw back her
shoulders. Took a deep breath. "I can do it." Taking some emotional
support from Christi's closeness.

"Okay. I'm going to talk to him first. I don't want you three to go
at him until I tell you. You'll get your chance. He might be
offensive towards you. Don't let it bother you. He's a coward
underneath. Okay?"

The three females nodded.

I opened the door and walked in. Mayer was just where I'd left him.
Hanging with his arms bound above him. Jane's knots holding him
nicely. As the door opened he twisted in his bonds, looking over his
shoulder. His eyes widened as the girls followed me into the room.

"It's about fucking time," he exploded. "Do you have any idea how
hard this is on your arms?"

I walked in front of him. His eyes and head swiveled to follow my
movements. I sat down in his chair and silently regarded him. The
girls stayed out of his sight, standing easily behind him.

I spoke quietly. "I know exactly how hard that would be on anyone's
arms. In your case, I could hardly care less."

"This isn't funny," he continued. "Let me out of this right now."

"How long have you been like that Mr. Mayer?" A feminine voice from
behind him. Sheila. He didn't even bother to turn around. I don't
even think he realized that his former punching bag was in the room.

"What is this? Why'd you bring back the bitches? This is between you
and me."

"Answer her."

"A long time. Five. Six hours maybe," he gruffly answered. Still
talking to me and not to her. "And I demand that you let me out of
this. Fuck. I'm not a goddamn animal. Do you any fucking idea who you
are messing with?"

"Now you know what I felt like when you left me like this for a day
and a half. But you were kind enough to have me stripped naked and
gave me some entertainment. Between my legs. I begged you for hours
to let me down before I gave up and just hung there. Crying my eyes
out.  You've only been there for five hours or so. Imagine what it
would be like for twenty-four. Or thirty-six pain filled hours. Just
imagine. I was sure that my arms were going to fall off. Why didn't
you let me down?"

Mayer twisted around. Finally realizing who was behind him. He
sneered at her. "So. Cunt. Come to see me again? Just couldn't keep
away from my handsome face, huh?"

I motioned for Sheila to join me. She carefully walked over to my
chair. Limping. Favouring her left side. Her small hands trying to
ease the discomfort. Pressing just outside of the purple bruise. She
just silently stood beside me, looking at her former tormentor. She
was shaking a bit, but she held his gaze. I was proud of her.

He spoke again. To her. "So, you worthless little slut, you finally
called some help in. Couldn't handle my love on your own? Cunt?"

I spoke, "She didn't call me in. I just stumbled into this. Decided I
didn't like you very much."

I could tell that he didn't believe me. I didn't particularly care.

"Well, bitch, are you happy? You belong to him now?" He smiled
cruelly. "Like your new decorations? They're kind of pretty. They
hurt? Answer me, you fucking worthless cunt."

I saw tears begin to form in her eyes, but she didn't back down. She
still held his gaze. I saw Jane had balled up her small hands into
fists behind him. She was barely keeping her anger in check. She was
shaking; she was that angry. But she didn't go at him. Obeying.

I touched Sheila beside me. I could tell that Sheila was fighting the
urge to answer him, as he'd demanded. She was definitely conditioned
to an extent. But she was fighting it. Successfully.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get out of this? And I will get
out. You are going to regret the day you were born. You think those
pretty bruises hurt you? Try some broken bones on for size. I'm going
to break every one of your fucking fingers. One at a fucking time.
Then I'm going to break your toes. With a goddamn hammer. Then I'm
going to fucking ream you until you fucking pass out, you goddamn
BITCH."

I sat calmly through this tirade. Sheila just stood beside me. Anger
and fear flashing across her bruised face. Her body was shaking. But
she had managed to keep a handle on her tears. I was surprised. This
had to be very difficult on her. Facing this guy.

I spoke gently from the chair. "Sir. There is no need to scream. We
can all hear you just fine without it. And swearing isn't really
necessary, is it? Now. I'd like to get something straight."

"Fuck you and the fucking horse you fucking rode in on."

"I'd like to get something straight here," I repeated, ignoring his
blustering. "Sheila is mine now. Got it? If you want to break her
fingers or her pretty toes, you are going to have to go through me
first. I happen to like her body intact."

"You fucking little asshole. When I get free of this, I swear, I'm
going to kill you." He sneered again. "And when I do, I'm not only
going to break her fingers and toes, I'm going to break the fingers
and toes of those bitches back there as well. Christ, I'm going to
enjoy doing that. They look like they'd be really good fucks while
they're screaming their lungs out." He ran out of steam again.
Pulling against the ropes that held him.

"You know as well as I do that that is really unlikely to happen."

"We'll see."

"After I let these girls go at you, I very much doubt if you'll care
about Sheila's fingers or toes. I suspect that you'll either be glad
to be alive, or wishing you were dead. Her pretty fingers and toes
will be the last thing on your mind. Believe me."

"Oooooh. Big man. Can't even deal with me himself. Has to tie me up
and let his 'girls' do his dirty work. That's real fair. Three on
one."

I calmly looked at him. "Let me get this straight. You blackmail a
girl. Hardly out of college. What is she, maybe a hundred, hundred
and ten pounds? Five foot four? Maybe five five? You keep her tied
up.  Naked. Subservient. Because you can extort her because her
brother is an idiot and you. You claim to be a judge? Now that sounds
fair. What are you? Five eleven? Six feet? Two hundred pounds? Two
fifty? Sounds like a fair fight to me. Blackmail and physical size.
Yeah. You play fair."

He gazed at me with hatred in his eyes. Realizing that he wasn't
going to be able to intimidate me like he could the women. He tried a
different approach.

"You know. We're about the same, you and I. You are just deluding
yourself that you are different. Look around you. Check out the
female flesh. Your bitches. Your cunts. Your fucking little harem.
You keep women too. You rape them. You abuse them. Just like me. Only
I was smart enough to only take one at a time. You think you are
going to get away with this? You think they fucking like being under
your power? They'll turn on you too. Just like that bitch turned on
me. You fucking hypocrite."

Actually I knew I was going to get away with this. As long as I kept
control of the situation with him.

"Janey? Come here."

She walked towards me, stopping on the other side of my chair across
from Sheila. She gazed at the monster with utter disgust in her
eyes.  I noticed for the first time that the girls were about the
same height.

"Evan? Look at her." That he didn't have trouble with. His eyes were
glued to Jane. Traveling up and down her proud bare body. Just his
type I would guess. Petite. Young. Smart. Feisty. And best of all,
naked. I watched his face as he imagined what he'd do to her. To her
fingers and toes before he fucked her. I pointed to Sheila's bruised
face. "Evan. Pay attention, you fuck. Look at Jane, then look at
Sheila. See any difference? I don't put these things on my women."
Referring to the bruises gracing Sheila's body.

"So? I'm a bit rougher. Give yourself time, and you'll do the same
thing."

"I think not. Jane? Given that you had to be someone's slave, who
would you prefer?"

"You, of course," she answered immediately.

"Sheila?"

"Please don't make me do this." She paused. Her eyes flicking to
Mayer then back to me. Probably still unsure if Mayer could get to
her. She took a breath. Made her decision. "Y-you."

"Christi?"

"You know my answer." From behind him.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"You fucking little weasel. Let me out of this." He strained his arms
pulling at the rope on his wrists. There was no way that he had the
brute strength necessary to part the ropes holding him. And if I knew
Jane, there was no way he was going to get anywhere with the knots.
Hell, I had trouble untying her knots and my hands were free.

"Care to apologize to the ladies? Especially Sheila? Might make them
a little less angry with you."

"You can fuck right off. I have nothing to apologize for. They
deserve it. Every fucking bruise. Especially Sheila. Fucking
worthless cunt.  Can't even fucking wear clothes. At least I dressed
her."

I thought of the French maid outfit Sheila was wearing when I first
met her. Falling out of it, was more like it. Three sizes too small
for her. Some dress. But, I kept my opinions to myself.

"Evan? How many girls have you had here?"

"What the fuck is it to you?"

"Call me curious."

"Seven. Counting the bitch over there, eight. Mostly hookers
desperate to keep out of jail. What are you a fucking cop? A fucking
FBI agent?"

"How many have you killed?"

He sneered. "Seven." I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. I
thought I saw truth in his eyes, but I had a hard time telling. It
was easier for me to tell if a female was lying.

Jane bent her head to my ear. She whispered, "I think he's telling
the truth." She shuddered. Jane was pretty good when it came to these
things. I believed her. Thus I believed him. I was dealing with a
goddamn serial killer here most likely. And I now knew what Sheila's
ultimate fate would likely be if I didn't intervene for her on the
prime timeline.

I nodded. I turned Jane's head and whispered in her ear. "Tie his
ankles apart." She looked at me questioningly but walked past him to
the closet to get some rope.

I held the madman's gaze until he finally looked away.

"Sheila?" he called his former slave. I wasn't sure what he was up
to.  But I was taking Jane's warning seriously. Sheila might turn on
me if she was afraid of Mayer enough. "Honey? I didn't mean to hurt
you.  Truly."

Sheila turned to me helplessly. Frightened.

"Awful big bruises for being unintentional," I commented.

"Tell him, Sheila. Tell him that I didn't mean to hurt you. You fell
down some stairs by mistake."

I waited wondering what she'd do. I knew what had happened. If you
renamed his feet stairs, then the descriptions might have been more
accurate.

Tears were forming again in Sheila's eyes. I briefly debated the idea
of getting her out of here, before he managed to get to her. If he
managed to regain control of her, I would have a hell of a time
reasserting myself as her master. I didn't particularly want to go
through that. On the other hand, if she managed to resist him, she'd
be well on her way to recovery. To usher her out, or have her stay
and fight him.

Jane emerged with the rope. She paused as she processed what was
going on. I could almost see her mind working. She was still behind
him holding the rope easily behind her, out of his sight.

Jane spoke up, saving me from making the decision. Mayer turned and
glared at her. "Sheila. Sweetheart. Look in a mirror. That one over
there." Sheila's mind locked onto the female voice and obeyed. Looked
at herself in the wall mirror. Cringing at the sight of herself. "See
that stain on the carpet?" Jane pointed to the remains of the bloody
caesar. Sheila nodded mutely. "When we found you, honey, he'd just
kicked the hell out of you because you brought him the wrong drink.
You couldn't pick the right one. They were both bloody caesars. Or
tomato juice. Or whatever the hell he put in them. It didn't matter.
That's the point. He'd poured the thing over your head, whatever it
was, and kicked you until you fell. He raped you. You wanted to have
sex with him after that? Did he even ask? Then he slapped you silly.
Look at your face darling."

Christi had walked slowly over to the weeping girl. Gently touched
her shoulder. She continued where Jane had paused, "He did this. You
think he didn't mean to hurt you? You honestly believe you fell down
stairs?  This is your chance to kick the hell out of him instead of
the other way around."

I watched Christi and Jane in amazement. These naked women saying all
the right things. Far better than I ever could have. They far better
understood the workings of the female mind.

"You fucking little whore," he hissed at Christi. "Who the FUCK do
you think you are?"

Christi turned to face the judge. "Your worst fucking nightmare. I'm
going to make you wish you were never ever fucking born. It's going
to be a pleasure to kick the shit out of you. You worm."

Jane moved slowly in front of him. Still holding her coil of rope
loosely in her hands.

"What the fuck do you think you are going to do with that, bitch?" he
growled as Jane moved into his line of sight with the rope.

"I've been ordered to tie your feet," she replied with hate in her
eyes. She really didn't like this guy calling her a bitch. And he
knew it. He was taking advantage of it. Trying to provoke her. She'd
get her chance to get even. If she held on to her self-control.

"The hell you will. Bitch."

"I have to."

"You come within kicking distance and I swear I'll give you a kick
that will make that cunt's ribs look normal."

I nodded to Jane. It wasn't necessary to force her to endure one of
those kicks. She paused just outside what she judged was his kicking
range. She silently gazed at him, almost rage smoldering behind her
brown eyes. Waiting. I rose from the chair and walked over to him
until my face was centimeters from his. He didn't try to kick at me.
Knew better. "I'm getting real tired of your mouth."

"Too fucking b ... oooooooooooooofffff." The air collapsed out of
him.

My right fist crashed into his stomach. I drove my left into his
solar plexus. He looked a little like a fish out of water. Trying to
convince his paralyzed muscles to breathe. Mouth silently opening and
closing. I smiled and motioned for Jane to continue. I walked slowly
back to my chair.

Jane knelt by his feet as he was far more interested in trying to
breathe than to worry about what she was doing. Jane had wrapped cord
around both ankles and tossed the ropes to the side before he could
draw breath. She had scampered well out of range before he had
recovered sufficiently to even think about kicking out at her. She
bent to tie the cords off to spread him, as ordered, but I signaled
to her to wait. She padded over to my chair.

"He'll resist you tying them off anyway. Wait until he's a bit
weaker.  Just tie them off loosely so he can't get an effective kick
at you." I turned to Sheila as Jane moved off to tie off the ankle
ropes loosely to the eyebolts set in the wall. Sheila was still
gazing at her battered body in the mirror, tears silently tracing
down her face.  "Sheila? You want the first shot at this guy?"

She was still crying a bit. She shook her head. She'd join in when
she was ready.

I motioned Jane and Christi. They didn't need to be told twice. He
was still shaky from my punches, and his face actually registered
some fear as the two girls approached him. It briefly crossed my mind
that I was really glad I wasn't in his place. I knew these girls.


    

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