Jane was still breathing raggedly, her bare breasts rising and falling as she lay quietly with her head cradled in Christi's bare lap. I quietly marveled once again what a change had come over these women. Three days ago, she wouldn't even have considered lying nude with her head in another nude woman's lap.

I crouched down and focused on Jane.

"You okay?"

She nodded. Not speaking.

"I'm going to give you a rest. Okay?"

Nodding again. The tears dried up. I smiled as she began to hiccup.

Christi spoke, "Please don't hurt her anymore. I don't think she can take it.  You can hurt me if you need to hurt someone. Okay? She's had enough."

I looked at the girl. "I'll hurt her more if I want to. But I think I had better let her recover. You're right. She's been through enough."

I touched Jane's shoulder and she gamely struggled to her knees. She tried, but couldn't quite get to her feet. I could have helped her, but she didn't seem to want my assistance. I guess I wasn't surprised. She was a willful one.

I walked over to a spot a little way from the other. Giving up getting to her feet, the bound girl shuffled across the tiles on her knees. I sat her down and stroked her hair.

"God. I've never felt anything like that," she whispered to me between hiccups.

I pressed my finger to her lips. "Shhhh. We can talk about it later if you like." She nodded. "I really don't want to punish you again. Okay?" She nodded her head. "Please stay right here. No matter what. Understand?  Orders?"

"I'll behave. I've had enough for today." Resignedly.

I stroked her hair again and walked the short distance back to Christi and Kimberly.

Christi looked up at me with soft eyes. "Please. Haven't we done enough already?"

"You don't even know what I'm going to do."

"I'm not going to like it. Whatever it is."

"Oh. I don't know. This shouldn't be so bad."

"What do you want me to do."

"Lie back."

"Huh?"

"Lie on you back. Hands above your head. Legs straight."

Confusion on her face. Expecting something else. Not quite trusting me. Wonder why?

I picked up another pair of handcuffs and pulled Kimberly's wrists behind her back. "You don't have to do that. I'll do whatever it is you want without the cuffs. Honest. Please."

"I know you will. But you look so damn good with those things on."

"But I don't like them."

"Doesn't matter."

"God."

I had figured out another way to get water into Kimberly such that she wouldn't be sick with it. I was quite sure that she was still dangerously dehydrated.

"Christi. I want you to suck that gut in."

Christi was slender. A flat stomach. But I wanted a depression there.  She flushed but obediently flexed her stomach muscles and drew her middle in even further. Stretched out as she was, she was a sight. Stomach sucked in.  Bare breasts thrust out. Chained hands reaching over her head, pulling her breasts up attractively.

I poured as much water into the depression of her belly as would fit.  Filling her belly button and the well formed by her body. She jumped at the cold water touching her skin, but managed to keep still enough that she didn't lose any.  Her breasts rising up and down rapidly as she took short shallow breaths.

"Kimberly? Come here." She shuffled forward on her knees. Hands still bound behind her back.

"There's your water."

"Your kidding." Not understanding why I couldn't just give her it out of the flask. I didn't feel like explaining that I was actually doing her a favour.  Christi's body warming the water for Kimberly. Kimberly not able to gulp it down. I actually was saving her a lot of discomfort.

"Do you want the water or not?"

Resigning herself, she bent herself at the waist and bent her head. Her hair falling into the shallow puddle formed on Christi. She unable to prevent it with her hands handcuffed the way they were. I watched as her soft tongue snaked out of her delicate mouth and lapped the water. Like a cat. But probably far less efficiently than the cat.

"Ladies?" Kimberly and Christi both looked up. "For every drop of water on the floor, one of you feels the crop. Understand?"

Christi immediately tensed her stomach muscles a little more. Deepening the well. I wondered how long she would be able to keep that up. As Kimberly slowly lapped up the water, she eventually got to bare skin. Licking the moisture from the skin. I noticed Christi's face beginning to tighten.

I crouched beside her.

"Anything wrong?" Thinking she was getting tired holding her stomach in that position.

"Please. I'm ticklish."

I could see the lines on her face were actually an attempt to control laughter.  Oh. This was going to be fun.

"So you'd like to stop this, then?"

"Yes. Please. I don't know if I can stop from moving."

"You think that I'm going to stop this because you're ticklish?" A mischievous grin. Remembering Christi and Jane's antics from the morning I figured that this was almost justice.

Christi looked up and saw my grin. She closed her eyes trying to ignore the sensations from Kimberly's tongue on her skin. She opened her eyes again and groaned.

"I doubt it. Please have mercy on me. I can't do it."

"You can. You are doing fine."

"How much? How long?" A giggle escaped and she had trouble controlling it.

"Until the flask is done."

"Oh my God. I'm not going to have skin left to hit."

I watched as the helpless girl tried to contain her impulse to squirm.  This was going to be so much fun to watch. I poured some more water into her depression. The deeper water allowed Kimberly to get at the water without touching Christi's skin. Christi relaxed a bit. But as the water level lowered, she fell into having to concentrate to avoid the sensations from the
lapping tongue.

After the second "bowl" of water was nearly done, Kimberly looked up.  Afraid.

"Please Master. I've had enough." I knew what state of dehydration she was in. She definitely was still thirsty enough to drink the Pacific Ocean. She just didn't want to chance the punishment that came from dropping any of the water. And she was well aware of the tickling problem.

I simply poured more water onto Christi and looked at Kimberly.

"Are you lying to me?"

She shook her head.

"You realize what the punishment is for lying don't you?"

Afraid. Shaking her head.

"Same as for dropping water. Now. Are you still thirsty?"

She closed her eyes, knowing I knew. She nodded slowly.

"Good girl. Now drink. I don't want to have a sick girl on my hands."

Crying a little, Kimberly bent back to her drinking. I pulled the chair over and sat down watching the girls. Occasionally having to get up and pour more water as Kimberly worked her way through the flask. Watching Christi struggle with the sensations. She almost lost it twice. I could see her stomach muscles quivering as she tried to ignore the tickling sensations. Concentrating. It is beautiful to watch. A bare girl concentrating.  You can actually see it through the whole of her being. Her eyes. Her face.  Her whole body. Every muscle tenses. Quite erotic.

I almost regretted pouring the last of the thermos onto Christi. I toyed with the idea of stroking her underarms. Almost everyone is ticklish there.  Seeing if she could withstand that as well on her last trial. But I relented and opted just to watch as Kimberly licked the last of the
water off the tormented girl. I was nearly shocked that they had managed to do it. Not a single drop of water had fallen off Christi, though there had been a couple of times that Kimberly had had to do some quick evasive action to get her tongue to catch an errant drop as it dripped down Christi's side. Usually just after Christi had squirmed under the ticklish tongue. But between the women, they managed it.

I was actually kind of glad. I wasn't particularly in the mood to punish them.

Christi said in a small voice. "Please can I break?"

I assumed that she meant break position. "You can let your stomach relax."

Relief. Pure relief. I watched as her stomach relaxed into a more normal position. A last drop of water caught by Kimberly's tongue as it rolled down Christi.

I let the women relax for a few minutes. Knowing that it must have been really hard to hold that position. Had to give her credit in the obedience department today.

Finally I walked over to where Kimberly was kneeling and crouched down to speak to her.

"You feel better?"

"A little." Wary.

"Thirsty?"

She shyly nodded. Knowing it wouldn't do any good to lie. Two thermos of water simply wasn't enough to satisfy that deep thirst one gets without water for any extended period.

"Hungry?"

She really nodded this time. Eyes flicking over to the pile of candy bars that Christi had gathered from the front of the store. Pulling at the handcuffs. I actually heard her stomach rumble.  I walked over to the pile of candy and selected a chocolate bar. Oh Henry or something similar. I unwrapped it as I approached the girl. Hope shining in her eyes. An evil thought occurred to me.

I approached the helpless girl and had her open her mouth. Thinking that she was going to be allowed to eat, she dropped her jaw.

"Kimberly. I want you to listen." She nodded, mouth still open. "I want you to hold this in your teeth. Understand?" Not quite understanding, she nodded anyway. I placed the very end of the chocolate bar between her teeth.  She, with a pleading look, closed her lower jaw gently, gripping the candy with her teeth. Lips held back. This had to be driving her nuts. Having the
food in her mouth and not being allowed to eat it. Her stomach rumbling again. Tears in her eyes. I watched as her tongue just touched the end of the candy between her teeth and retreated.

"Christi. Knees."

Christi struggled to her knees and moved over to us.

"Yes?" she asked wearily.

"You feel like candy?"

"Please no. Give it to Kimberly. I ate already."

"You sure that you don't want it?"

"Oh God. What are you going to do to us ... me ... if I don't?"

"Christi. Eat the chocolate. Okay?"

"Please don't make me do that. She's so hungry. I can hear her belly from here. You bastard." But by now she knew it was useless. She shuffled forward on her knees and reached out with her mouth. Carefully biting off a small bit of the chocolate and swallowing.

She looked at Kimberly on her knees. Crying in frustration. I heard Christi whisper. "God. Please. I'm sorry. He'll let you eat eventually. He's just tormenting you. Just do whatever it is he wants. Okay?" Kimberly nodded as Christi took another bite of the chocolate. Christi's eyes began to brim with tears as she was forced to torment the other woman.

Finally, a lot of pleading and begging later, Christi finally finished the chocolate bar. Easing the last piece from between Kimberly's teeth.  Kimberly crying as the last of the food disappeared, literally from between her teeth.  Closing her mouth. I let the tormented woman cried herself out.

"Please. Master. Mercy. I ... your sl-slave is so hungry. She'll do anything to eat something. You have so much over there. Please spare something for your slave. Oh my God. Please. I'll beg for you. Please. What do you want from me?  Please can't I eat? Please. Hungry." The taste of the candy probably driving her.

"What will you do for me?"

"Anything you want. I'll fuck you. You can rape me. I'll give you a blowjob.  I'll crawl for you. You can tie me up forever. Whip me. I don't care.  Just some food for me. Please. I feel faint. My stomach hurts. Please."

"Would you make love to Christi?"

I saw Christi shudder. She opened her mouth to say something but clapped it shut with a look from me.

Kimberly considered. "You can make me do it anyway. Please. I'll make love to her. Please."

Begging for candy. The poor girl was in tears. I actually believed that she would do nearly anything for more food and water. I couldn't imagine how hungry she was.

"Would you walk to the other side of the store and back?"

She looked down at her bare feet behind her kneeling form. Tears brimmed again in her eyes, but she fought them off. "Please, my feet. I'll try. I swear I will. Please don't make me do that. I'll crawl for you. I'll try to walk. Please, I'm so hungry."

"Would you masturbate for me?"

"I don't ... I've never ... Yes ... I could try. Please. I haven't done  anything to you. Why?"

"Would you kill for me?"

That stopped her. Her eyes widened as the implications sunk in.  "Please. You wouldn't make me do that. I can't. Oh my God. Please. I'll do anything else.  You can have me." She thrust her chest out invitingly. "Please. God. I can't kill someone. Oh God."

She was falling a little too far into hysteria. I had no intention of making her kill anyone. I was just testing how hungry she actually was. I reassured the now shaking girl.

"Kimberly. Listen to me. I won't make you kill anyone. Okay?"

She managed to stop her crying. Struggling to get her emotions under control.  Probably in sheer relief that I wasn't going to make her kill anyone.

"Yes sir. Please. I'm so hungry. What do you want from me? I'll give it to you. Gladly."

"Alright."

"Alright?" she was suddenly confused.

"I'll let you have a couple of chocolate bars."

"What do I have to do?" She knew that they weren't going to come free.

"Hold on."

I turned back to Christi who paled. Knowing that she was somehow going to be involved in this twisted game of mine.

"Please. I haven't done anything wrong. Whatever it is, please don't make me do it."

I pressed gently on her shoulders lowering her to the ground. Without a word I positioned her back on the tile. Raising her cuffed hands above her head again. Gently spreading her legs. I could see the resignation in her eyes. She held the position I put her in, knowing that to break it would mean punishment and probably just being tied into the position anyway.

I walked over to the pile of chocolate bars and selected three. Oh Henry's.  I walked back to the girls, unwrapping the first one as I approached.  The girls watching me warily. Not knowing what was about to happen, but pretty sure they weren't going to like it.

I unwrapped the second bar while they watched. Christi closed her eyes as I knelt beside her. I simply placed the first chocolate bar between her heaving breasts. She was frightened. I could tell by her breathing. I'm not sure why. She had certainly been in worse places than this. The second chocolate bar I ran through her pubic hair. She whined. Having a bad feeling
where it was going to end up.

"Please no," she begged.

I carefully and very gently inserted it into her. She moaned, but at least she wasn't completely dry. The chocolate bar slipped into her relatively easily. I left a good portion of it protruding from the shaking girl.

Kimberly was shaking her head. I suspect not as eager to eat any longer.

"Kimberly, you are going to have to eat them both anyway. If there aren't any complaints, I'll feed you the last one. No strings attached.   Okay?" I tried the reward system, rather than the punishment system this time.

That was enough for her. She stumbled forward on her knees and bent to the first chocolate bar. Nestling up between Christi's bare breasts.  Nibbling at the chocolate. Sighing. I doubt if it mattered much to her what the plate was. She must have been absolutely famished. She managed to finish the chocolate bar fairly quickly. Without her hands, she did make a bit of
a mess. Melted chocolate all over Christi's chest. Smearing her own face.

I watched as she took a deep breath and moved slowly between Christi's outspread thighs.

It was a little much for Christi. "Please don't make her do this. How can you make her do this?" But she didn't break her position. She gasped as Kimberly took the first tentative bite of the chocolate. Christi squirmed at the sensations. Kimberly's hot breath on her. The chocolate phallus moving inside of her. Kimberly must have been exceptionally hungry. Or eager to get the task over with. She grimaced at the taste a bit, but she managed to eat
the entire chocolate from Christi's pussy. Reasonably quickly. No voiced complaints.

Finally she knelt up and fixed me with her large eyes.

"Please, sir, can I 'ave some more?"

I almost laughed at the contrived cockney accent. Despite her plight, she actually smiled as she realized that I was trying to control my face.  Trying not to laugh at her. I was amazed that this woman was able to make any kind of joke considering what I'd just put her through. The female will always astound me, I suspect. Their spirit was damn near unbreakable.

I unwrapped the third chocolate bar. With her still kneeling between Christi's outstretched legs, I slowly fed her. She taking the treat and slowly savouring it. I'll bet it tasted far better than any other she'd had in her life. She looked at me with longing eyes as she took the last bite into her mouth. Savouring it. Begging with her eyes for more. Not much of a meal after waiting for two days. Not quite daring to ask for more, though.

I glanced at Christi. Not much liking the smears of chocolate across her naked chest.

"Okay girls. Kimberly. I want you to clean up that mess you made."

"Mess? Sir?"

I pointed at Christi's chest. Kimberly rattled her handcuffs. Making the point that she couldn't clean it up without her hands. I just looked at her. Realization dawned on her face.

"Please no. Haven't we done enough?"

I just gazed at her. She broke under the steady gaze, knowing to resist meant pain. She worked her way around to Christi, who still lay in the same position as I'd placed her. Kimberly, a last entreaty in her eyes, bent to her task.  Her tongue tracing between Christi's bare breasts. Lapping at the smears of chocolate. I couldn't imagine that this was a particularly hard task.  But I guess she was finally beginning to feel human again. Some food in her.  Not dying of thirst. Realizing the picture this presented. Her nude, kneeling, cleaning another woman's chest with her tongue. She flushed, but did a passable job. Christi was going to need another shower after this anyway.  But that didn't bother me.

After Kimberly thought she was done, she raised her head. Smart enough to ask me if she could stop.

"One on each nipple."

"But there's no chocolate there. Please."

"Does that matter?"

"No sir," she muttered. With a bit of hesitation, she bent her head and ran her tongue quickly around each nipple. Christi, not instructed to enjoy it, just cringed a bit. After what she had had to perform on Jane, I'm not really sure what the hesitation was about. Personally, if I was a woman, I suspect that after tonguing a stranger's pussy, using my tongue on a nipple would be a piece of cake. But what did I know? I still couldn't figure out even the women that I had almost completely under my control.

Kimberly straightened. Pleading with me. "Please sir. She's clean."

I inspected Christi's chest, running my fingers idly over her wet nipples.  She flushed and gasped at the touch of my fingers on her body.

I nodded to Kimberly. Christi was clean enough for me. She let her breath out and relaxed a bit on her knees.

I wandered over to the toy bag. I picked up the nipple clamps and one of the vibrators that Christi had picked up from the adult store in the mall.  Both girls watched me with dread in their eyes.

As I approached, Kimberly spoke. "Please what are you going to do with us?"

"Kimberly. Remember when you were begging for food?"

She nodded.

"Are you still hungry?"

She considered. She could probably make out alright for a while without anything. The chocolate making a small dent in the pressing hunger that she had felt previously. She could wait; especially, if it involved nipple clamps and/or vibrators to get more food. She carefully shook her head.

"Kimberly?"

She sighed. Knowing I knew she was still hungry. Three chocolate bars in two days. She had to be ravenous still. She resigned herself and just nodded her head. Eyes downcast. Still silent.

"You remember what you said you'd do to get some food? And water?"

"Oh God. Please. Haven't I done enough? Why are you torturing me? What did I ever do to you? Please. Don't make me do anything else. Please."

"What did you promise to do?"

"Oh God." Trying to remember. "I. I can't. I was hungry. Please. I don't remember."

"Try."

"Oh God. I. I can't. Oh God. I think I said I'd make love to Christi.  Please don't make me do that. Please."

"What else?"

"I. You wanted me to walk. Please no. My feet still hurt. I don't think I could stand. Oh God. Please."

"Anything else?"

Her brow furrowed as she concentrated. "I. You wanted me to kill someone.  I can't do that. You know that."

I just looked at her. Realization dawned on her face.

"You want to rape me." Monotone.

"Kimberly. If I was going to rape you I'd have done it long ago."

Her face screwed up. Searching her memory. "Oh God. You wanted me to masturbate for you. Please no. I've never done it. I don't. I can't. I don't know how.  Please don't make me do that."

"Would you rather have Christi do it?"

"Please?" I doubt if she knew what I meant. Confused.

"Would you rather have Christi make love to you?"

Christi, still outstretched on the floor, moaned. Wildly shaking her head.  I'd really been having fun forcing Christi to do women. I knew she hated it, too. Of all the things I made that woman do, I think she hated making love to another woman most. I would have thought that she'd be getting used to it by now. But she hadn't.

Kimberly closed her eyes. "God. I can't. Please don't make me do it. Please."

I leaned down and released her wrists from behind her back. She continued kneeling, not yet being able to get up to her damaged feet, and rubbed her wrists. She didn't know it yet, but she was going to need her hands. I decided to forgo making her use the vibrator.

"Lie back."

She lowered herself to the ground beside Christi. Legs together. Hands trying to cover her breasts.

"Please. Whatever you want. Please."

"Christi. Knees."

"God. Please. I don't want to have sex with her. Please don't make me."

"Christi, you know full well that it doesn't matter what you want."

"Oh Christ. Please. I'll do anything. Whip me. I'll masturbate for you. Please. I'm not into girls. You know that. Oh God. Please not again."

"Okay. You don't have to have sex with her."

"Oh God. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you." Pure relief.

"How about you just put these on her." I tossed Christi the nipple clamps.  Same ones that had graced Jane's breasts as punishment a few days ago.  Only then I'd intended them as punishment and had tightened them cruelly.  Christi deftly caught the clamps between her cuffed hands. She managed not to drop them. She was getting better at doing things with her hands bound.

"Oh God. These are going to hurt her."

"I guess. Just don't tighten them down too much. I'm not punishing her yet."  I remembered what she'd done to Kimberly's feet trying to please me.  Better to be clear.

I watched as Christi tried to gently move Kimberly's hands from her breasts.  The frightened girl made the mistake of resisting. Moaning, "No. No. No.  Oh please god. Don't hurt me any more."

Christi bent down and whispered to the frightened woman. "Please Kimberly.  If I don't put these on you he'll hurt you more. Probably punish me too. You don't want that do you? Please."

"Wh-wh-what are they?" Kimberly didn't recognize the small clamps.

"Honey, they're nipple clamps. They attach to your nipples. I won't tighten them too much. They shouldn't hurt you."

"Not like the clothespins?"

"No, Kimberly. These are adjustable. If I don't tighten them too much they will only be a bit uncomfortable. Nothing like those clothespins. Please. I don't want to be punished."

After a bit of hesitation, Kimberly finally moved her hands from covering her bare breasts. Christi closed her eyes knowing that the clamps were going to be uncomfortable, but attached them anyway to Kimberly's erect nipples. Kimberly began to cry a little, but didn't complain. They certainly weren't tight enough to cause any significant discomfort. Compared to the cropping her feet had endured, this should be a cake-walk for her.

"Why?" was all the tormented girl could ask.

"Kimberly, honey. I wish I knew. He likes it. That's all. So we have to suffer for him. We can't do anything about it. Just do whatever he wants and it will be over soon. I promise." She bent down and brushed her lips on Kimberly's cheek. Comforting her.

Kimberly looked beautiful lying there. Frightened. Shaking. Her nipples joined by the thin chain. I just sat and gazed at her nude body for a few minutes while she squirmed. Finally, my gaze got to her.

"Please. What do you want? Please let me go."

"Kimberly, you know what I want."

"Oh God. Please no."

"If I don't think you are trying, I will force Christi to tighten those things on your nipples until you are screaming. Understand?"

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Please. This isn't happening. Please don't make me do this."

Christi leaned down to the girl. Somehow knowing what I wanted from the begging girl as well. "Kimberly, honey. It's a natural thing. Nothing to be ashamed of. It's your own body. If you can't touch it, who can? Close your eyes.  Fantasize. Pretend nobody is here. Think about your boyfriend or something.  Whatever. Just pretend you are in bed alone. Nobody around. You can do it.  Nothing to be ashamed of. Okay? He's made me do it. It's alright. Just let
your fingers do the walking. Believe me. Do you want your nipples any tighter? Please. I don't want to see you in any more pain. After everything you've been through this should be easy."

Christi glanced up at me and mouthed "Bastard" at me.

I watched as Kimberly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her right hand rose and she tentatively stroked the bottom of her left breast.  Tracing up.  Touching the clamp attached to her nipple. Touching the trapped nipple itself.  Crying out at sensations that the touch provoked. Her left hand brushing through her pubic hair. Lightly touching herself. I have no idea what she was thinking about, but her breathing began to quicken as she spread her legs slightly.

Christi was watching the display in fascination. She flushed as she realized that I had noticed her watching the other girl as well. Realized that I'd caught her imagining it was her masturbating in front of me. I had half a mind to get her doing the same thing. But decided that I'd rather just watch the one girl, for now.

Kimberly finally opened her eyes and looked at me. Breaking whatever illusion she was in. Pleading in them. "Please. I can't do this. I don't know how."  She closed her eyes again. "Please. If you want to punish me. Whip me or something. Hit my feet some more."

Christi, her eyes widening at the words, leaned down to Kimberly again.  "You don't know what you are saying. Please. He won't hit you anywhere that you want him to. He'll hit you where *he* wants to. He'll whip your boobs.  Remember Jane? Don't you remember the paddle? You'll be begging to masturbate for him anyway. Damn it." She turned her gaze to me. "You bastard. Can't you see what you are doing to her?"

I looked down at Kimberly. "Do you want me to whip your breasts?"

The frightened girl shook her head.

"Would it help if Christi did herself at the same time? So you weren't completely alone?"

Another shake of the head.

"Believe me, this is a whole lot more pleasant for you than other things I could come up with." Christi nodding her head emphatically, still kneeling beside the crying woman. At least in this torment, the girl actually could feel some pleasure instead of pure pain.

"Please don't make me m-masturbate in front of you. God."

"Why not? You were doing alright before you stopped." I decided to play along for a moment instead of punishing her.

She flushed at my words. "I'm. I. Just can't. It's just so embarrassing."

"And screaming as your breasts are whipped isn't?"

"Oh God."

"Listen," I decided to give the poor girl a break, "one way or the other you are going to do something I want to see. Either you can do this. Or I can tie you up and whip your breasts. I really recommend that you listen to Christi. Do this. Save yourself a lot of pain. I'm not really in the mood to hit you anyway."

Tears brimming over her eyes, she again began to touch herself. Her left hand crept back between her legs. Eyes closing. Trying to shut out the audience.

I crouched down beside Christi. "Give those clamps another half turn."

She looked at me with big eyes. "But she's doing what you wanted. Please have some mercy on her."

"She stopped, didn't she?"

"Oh God." Christi began to whisper to the masturbating girl. "Kimberly, honey. God I hate this. I have to tighten those things because you stopped.  I'm so sorry." She reached out and gently tightened the clamps about half a turn causing Kimberly to cry out softly. But she had learned her lesson.  She didn't break stride, her fingers still trailing over her breasts and
pussy.

I watched in fascination as the girl masturbated herself. Her long fingers lightly tracing her body. Finally, slipping between her lower lips.  Rubbing.  Stroking. Searching out her clit. Circling it slowly. Finding her unique rhythm. Her hips rocking with her motion. By this point, I was sure that she had completely forgotten about her audience. Lost in her own touches.

Finally, her hips rising off the floor. Crying out softly as her muscles tensed. Arching. Spasming. Climaxing. Her body falling back to the floor.  Tears beginning to fall from her eyes as she realized what I'd made her do. Finally opening her eyes, looking at me. Broken. Beautiful.

"Please," was all she managed to gasp out. I really wasn't sure what she wanted. I turned around to see what Jane was doing. Still kneeling where I'd placed her. Quietly watching. Hands still handcuffed behind her back.  I motioned for her to join us. She had some trouble, but she managed to get to her bare feet and wander over. She looked a little more rested
than previously. A little calmer.

I quickly released her hands from behind her and recuffed them in front. I spoke to her. "We need more water. Fill this." I handed the thermos to her.  She obediently nodded and disappeared. No questions asked. Probably glad to get away from the playground for a while.

I turned back to Christi and Kimberly. Kimberly was quietly crying and Christi was just stroking her hair with her cuffed hands silently.  Trying to comfort her, but not really knowing how.

I left the women alone for a few minutes just sitting back and reviewing in my mind the woman masturbating for me. I debated having her do it again, but thought better of it. I doubted very much if she could manage to do it again, and I wasn't really in the mood to punish her.

After a few minutes I spoke to her.

"Kimberly. Knees." Christi touched her head in encouragement and Kimberly climbed to her knees. "Hands behind you."

"Oh God. Please don't tie me up again." Her hands stealing behind her back knowing the cost of resistance.

"Kimberly. It's just handcuffs. Won't hurt you. Promise. I just don't want you to be able to use your hands. Christi. Not too tight. Okay?"

"Oh God. Why? What now? Please. I've done everything you wanted. Please let me go."

I tossed the handcuffs to Christi who began to place them on Kimberly's wrists. Kimberly just hung her head. Resigned to the cuffs. Twisting her wrists. Testing them. Knowing she couldn't get out.

"Please. Master. Please can a slave beg to have her nipples released.  The clamps are hurting her."

I was amazed. Even after all that she'd been through she was remembering the slave talk that Jane had taught to her. And she hadn't stumbled over any words. Not even Master. I had to be impressed.

I crouched down to the kneeling girl and began to release the clamps.  Her engorged nipples falling free of the bondage. She sighed. The clamps hadn't been on her long enough for her nipples to numb. Had they numbed, then it would have probably hurt a lot more to take them off her.

"This slave thanks her Master," she said meekly.

By this time, Jane had arrived. She knelt in front of me, offering up the water. Kimberly's eyes caught the thermos in her hands.

"Oh please. Master. This slave is still thirsty. Please may she drink? Please?"  There was no sense of contrivance in her voice. She had completely fallen into a slave role. Her mind, too tired or too broken to even feel any humiliation at her behaviour. Perhaps she was simply beginning to realize, like Jane, that this tone and humility usually got what the girl wanted. When you had nothing else to offer, you did what you had to, I guess. I did see Christi flush at the words though. A fellow female, completely broken. But she kept her tongue.

"Jane. Give her some water. She deserves it."

Kimberly's eyes began to regain some of their shine. Realizing that she was going to get what she wanted. Without a fight. Without any more begging.  Probably for the first time today. Simple things.

Jane, closed her eyes and tilted the thermos, filling her own mouth. I realized my mistake. She had assumed that I meant for her to give Kimberly the water in the same manner as before. I was actually impressed, though I wasn't going to tell Jane that. I thought that Kimberly could probably take the water normally now and hadn't meant for her to be humiliated further.  But Jane wouldn't know that. Or why I hadn't allowed Kimberly water
normally in the first place for that matter. I didn't feel it necessary to share all my reasons with the women.

I smiled. Jane was only doing what she thought I wanted. I guess she'd had enough punishment for the day to take any chances on displeasing me.

"Janey." She looked at me. Cheeks full. "Give her that mouthful. But I think that she can drink out of the bottle now. Don't you?" Jane closed her eyes, thinking she'd made a mistake. She nodded hoping that I wasn't going to punish her for presuming. I reached out and gave her long hair a stroke, reached down and gave her nipple a playful tweak. She almost lost the
water in surprise. Still soft from her shower, hair and nipples. Even after all the activity today. I gave her a quick kiss on the distended cheek, almost causing her to swallow the water. Her eyes widened at the unexpected kindness; I was pretty sure that she thought she was going to be punished. The stroke to her hair and the quick kiss seemed to reassure the confused girl and she shuffled off on her knees to join Kimberly. Kissing her to exchange the fluid. Kimberly swallowing the water and gasping as Jane moved away.

"Christi. Get her some food."

Not having to be told twice, Christi scampered to her bare feet and collected some of the food, trying to pickup the more nutritious snacks. Jerky.  That kind of thing. She returned with her bound hands as full as she could manage.

Between the two girls, they managed to feed and water Kimberly. Kimberly simply kneeling and allowing herself to be fed. Relief evident on her face as she hungrily swallowed the food and water.

When the water and the food were gone, Jane and Christi moved away from Kimberly. I just watched the interaction of the nude girls. Loving the way their bodies moved together. Struggling with the cuffs, but making the most of it. Their bare bodies flashing as they attended to whatever task occupied them.

I was a little distance from the girls. Sitting on the chair. Relaxed.  Simply watching them. Christi climbed to her bare feet, walked over and knelt quietly at my feet, face upturned toward me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"I guess. Slave talk will probably get it." I was in a good mood. She could probably get what she wanted even without slave talk if she tried hard enough.

"You know I can't do that."

"You have before."

"Not by choice."

"Alright. What can I do for ya?" I was pretty relaxed.

"Return her."

"Huh?"

"You've put her through enough. Kimberly. God. Two days you left her here. Alone. I'm surprised she's sane. You've broken her. You've got us. You don't need her. Please let her go. For me?" she stuck out her lower lip in a pretend pout.

"And what do I get out of it? Why should I care if she suffers here for another two days. Or dies here?"

She took a deep breath. "You can do anything you want to me. Please."

"Christi, Christi, Christi. When are you going to learn that I can do anything I want to you anyway."

"What can I offer then?" Tears began to form in her eyes. "I'll do whatever you want. Willingly. I'll stand still while you whip me. Whatever you want.  Oh God."

"Christi. You don't know what you are saying."

"Oh God. Please. She's not as strong as us. I'm begging you. Let her go?  She's broken. You broke her. Please let her be. For me? I know I don't count for much. But please?"

"Slave talk until I decide to let you go?"

"Oh God. I'll try. Anything."

I just looked at her.

"Oh shit. Please. Uhhh. Please M-Master. I ... this sl-slave will try to remember to talk properly. Please have m-mercy on her," she struggled to wrap her mind around that manner of talking. I imagine it would be very hard to slip into the third person when referring to yourself. Combating years of referring to yourself as "I". She managed a passable job though. Jane was a lot better at it. But I had to give Christi credit for trying. I could see that she felt strongly about me letting Kimberly go. I was unsure what prompted this, but I could question her later.

"It's okay Christi. I don't necessarily want you to talk like that all the time."

"Thank God. I doubt if I could," she breathed in relief. "I would have been continually punished for slipping. What can I do then? Please? I feel so badly for her."

"I don't know. That suggestion you made. Standing still while I whipped  you sounded interesting."

"Oh my God."

"You didn't believe that you'd get off easy, did you? Do you take back the offer?"

"Oh God. I guess not. Just let her go."

The irony of this was that I was planning on letting Kimberly go anyway. But I wasn't about to tell this begging female that.

The other women were completely oblivious to this exchange. Christi was talking in a hushed voice. Probably not wanting the other two to know that she was begging for Kimberly's release.

"Let's just leave it that you will willingly submit yourself to a punishment of my choosing."

"Oh God. Okay."

"I'm going to hold you to it. You know you are making a deal with the devil."

"I'll chance it. Fine. Just let her go?" She was nodding her head.

I looked over at Kimberly and Jane. Jane was talking quietly to Kimberly.  Couldn't tell what was being said. I concentrated on Kimberly. Isolating her body from her surroundings. Removing the space she occupied from the time continuum. Without warning she disappeared, mid sentence. Her tattered clothing disappearing before our eyes. The clothing that had been cut off of her body by Christi an eternity ago. Jane's startled "Oh" echoing around the quiet store. I don't think Jane had ever seen me return anyone before. Only
slow things down which was not nearly as dramatic.

I left the remaining girls kneeling in the center aisle and wandered over to the paint aisle. I glanced down it. Finding the young woman blissfully ignorant of how good she looked touching herself for me. Frozen again, fully clothed, reaching up for her can of paint. I walked over to the woman, this woman I knew so intimately. This woman who had screamed and begged for me. Ran a finger over her breast, pressing against her sweater.  The same
breast that had been kissed by the clamps not so long ago. At least in my time. The clamps that she'd never remember. Her feet back in her shoes.  Undamaged. I kissed her frozen cheek, "Good-bye, sweet Kimberly. Sleep well."

Without another look at my second girl, I walked back to the center of the store. The girls had already gathered up the stray handcuffs, ropes and toys and were quietly kneeling, waiting for me, sensing we were done here.

I took their arms. Guiding them to their feet and leading them out of the hardware store and back outside.

I checked my watch. "You've only been up for six hours."

"Six hours? My God. It seems like forever."

I looked at her. "I'm still full of energy."

"You would be. You haven't been nude, chained and forced to endure abuse for six hours."

I just smiled at her and she stuck out her tongue.

"Jane?"

"Yes?" she answered cheerily. Glad to be away from the store.

"Do you know how to drive?"

"I don't have a license."

"I doubt if any cops are going to stop us. And if they do, your lack of a license will be the least of my problems. Can you drive?"

"My boyfriend let me drive his car once. But Christi drove us here. Why me?"

"Christi claims she is tired. Tired drivers cause accidents."

"And drivers without licenses don't?" she raised her eyebrows. I shook my head. Her sarcasm was going to cause her trouble in the future. I ignored it this time. To be honest, it didn't bother me a lot.

"Do you think you can drive us back to the hotel?"

"I guess. If I don't have a choice."

I considered having her drive. I didn't particularly want her without her steel bands. She still looked ravishing in those restraints.  Inexperienced driver. No license. Nude. Strange car. Hands bound. Odd driving conditions.  Didn't sound like a wonderful situation to me. And I wanted to get back to the hotel. Walking, though pleasant, wasn't in the plans for today.
Perhaps later.

I just looked at Christi. She sighed. "OK. I'll drive." Not even bothering to suggest that I take the wheel. She managed to open the drivers door to the Toyota with her bound wrists without too much trouble. Slipping in behind the steering wheel and waiting for me and Jane.

I turned to Jane. "Wrists."

She obediently held her hands up for me. I unlocked her wrists and had her turn around. She reluctantly held her hands behind her back and I slipped the cuffs back on her. She turned around, a hurt expression on her face.  The girls really did prefer their hands in front of them if they had to be bound.

"Well, if you're useless to drive, then why should I have your hands in front. This looks much prettier."

I watched as she fought back the tears. Tears brought on by her helplessness.  Her complete inability to do anything about her situation. The fact that she had to stand there and allow me to bind her hands behind her. Not having any voice in the matter. She bravely fought the tears and slipped into the back seat of the car. Her eyes looking at me accusingly. She probably
thought that she had earned the privilege of having her hands bound in front of her. And
truthfully she had. She'd been more than cooperative today. But life isn't always fair. Especially for women under my control.

I slipped the seat belt around her waist and down between her bare breasts holding her safely into the seat. She settled back and closed her eyes.

I climbed into the passenger side and belted myself in as well. "Drive on, James ... er Jamie."

"Where to?"

"Back to the hotel. No rush." I settled back and took Jane's lead and closed my eyes.

I felt the car jostling as the naked woman guided it through the strange world back to the hotel. I opened my eyes as we arrived. Christi just parked in front, an impossibility if the world was running. Damn taxis and such getting in the way.

Christi handed me the keys to the car. I'm not really sure what she did with them last time. As she handed me the keys she spoke, "In case I'm not with you next time you need the car. I don't exactly have pockets anymore."  She glanced down at her bare body.

"You have a couple of places to keep them."

"Oh God. Please no." She realized where she might have to keep the keys given that she had no clothing.

I grinned at her and gently took the keys from her fingers. I slipped the key into my own pocket and climbed out of the car as she sighed in relief.  Christi managed to get her own seatbelt off, and out of the car on her own.  Jane sat quietly waiting for me to come and release her, her hands tied a little more awkwardly than Christi's.

Once we all had gotten out of the car, we walked straight through the lobby of the hotel. Two bare girls and me. Just as we neared the stairs, I stopped them. I pointed back the way we came.

"See that girl behind the desk?" I pointed to a young redhead frozen in the middle of the working at the computer. Christi and Jane nodded.  "Before we leave here, she's going to be spread out between those two pillars.  Begging."

Christi just turned pale. "God. You know already that you are going to torture her. God help her."

"Yup. Nipple clamps. The crop against her back as she begs and screams. While you use that wonderful tongue of your's on her puss."

"Oh my God. Please no."

"Not now. Later."

"Is that my punishment?" referring to her bargain to get Kimberly off our timeline.

I just shook my head. "If it was your punishment, the positions would be reversed. You'd be tied to the pillars and begging as you were cropped. The redhead on her knees making love to you. I've got something better in mind for you."

"I'm sure I'll love it."

I idly wondered what the redhead's name was going to be as I watched the lithe nude bodies climbing the stairs in front of me. We entered the quiet suite.  I remembered that I'd left Elizabeth and Amy sleeping peacefully in the bedroom. I poked my head in, and they were both still happily asleep. I quietly shut the door, leaving them in peace. For now.

I released Christi's hands. She stood rubbing her wrists, not having been free of the steel bands for a long time.

"Christi?" I addressed her.

"Yes sir."

"I want you to make us some lunch. Peanut butter for you and Jane. One sandwich each. Grilled cheese for myself. Two. And breakfast for Elizabeth and Amy. I'm going to wake them soon. Maybe make them some toast and cereal."

"Please. Can I ask for something. Small?" Christi looked a bit agitated.

"Yes ..."

"Peanut butter sandwiches? Please. I don't like peanut butter. Never have."

"Are you allergic to nuts?"

"No. I just can't stand the taste ... or the consistency," she explained.

"Does it matter what you like?"

"No sir," her face falling. "I'll eat the peanut butter."

The nude blonde wandered towards the kitchen. I heard her begin her preparations to prepare the food.

I guided Jane to the couch. She sat down daintily and settled back into the sofa. Legs crossed. I sat down in the easy chair facing her. She just gazed at me for a few minutes. I could tell that she was struggling with something. Wanting to talk but not knowing how to start. Perhaps afraid of starting. One advantage of having the women nude, their body language was a lot more pronounced. I doubt if they were even aware of it. But I was
beginning to be able to tell their moods and sometimes even their thoughts from how they held their bodies.

She opened her mouth and closed it again. Pulled weakly at her wrists.

"Please," she began. "Can a slave beg to have her hands free. She hates them behind her. Please."

"Jane. I like you with your hands back there."

"You don't have any idea what its like to be in chains all the time. Please."

"Jane. Something on your mind?"

"Oh God. Can I talk without you punishing me?"

"I'm listening. What's up?"

Tears filled her eyes and one escaped. She shook her head in frustration. Not being able to wipe the moisture from her face. I reached forward and stroked the tear from her cheek. "Jane," I started. "It's about the store isn't it?"  I was just trying to get her talking. Normally, I wouldn't make it this easy on any of them. In this case, I had a funny feeling I knew what was on her mind and I didn't really feel like tormenting her further.

"I'm so confused," her voice low.

"'bout what?" As though I didn't know.

"You bastard. You made me beg."

"Yeah. I knew I could."

"How?"

"What?"

"How did you know? You could do that to me?" She was crying a bit now. Still pulling at her bound hands. Her bare feet curling and uncurling her toes.

"Jane. It wasn't hard. In your position, you can't hide a lot. Your body gave me all the signals."

"My body. Dammit. If you didn't keep us naked all the time ..."

"I like you naked."

"Don't I know it. And you like making us do things too. And keeping us bound, helpless, humiliated. Like animals."

"Hey. I treat you better than animals."

"Not much. We're just pretty, female pets to you. Look at me." That wasn't hard. I let my eyes run down her bare body and back up to her face. "I'm a person over here. Hello? I'm Jane. I have a name. I'm not just an object.  Put here for your pleasure. I have feelings. I hurt. God, how I hurt for you.  I'm a human being. I shouldn't be treated like this."

"So you want me to treat you like a human being right?"

"Isn't that just common sense. Please. I'm not equipped to handle this. I'm only seventeen."

"Jane. You are a strong girl. You are holding up a hell of a lot better than I would in your place."

"Damn right. But do I have a choice? You'll punish me if I don't."

Her eyes widened slightly as Christi walked into the room. Jane stopped talking as Christi knelt down by my feet and looked up at me. I guess I could have forced her to continue despite Christi's presence, but decided that it might be better to continue the discussion in private.

"I'm done. Food is on the table," Christi spoke from the floor at my feet.

"We're not ready for it yet."

"Oh."

"Would you like to take a shower?"

"God. Would I?" she looked up at me hopefully.

"Two showers in one day. That's pretty extravagant. But I guess you've been through a lot. Go shower."

She continued to kneel there. Her face a mask of concentration.

"What is it?"

She gathered up her courage. "Is your slave allowed to use hot water?" her eyes exceptionally expressive this time.

She must have really wanted to use hot water. Used her slave talk and everything. Took a bit of concentration. It was unusual for Christi to slip into the third person for me. Jane could turn it on and off at will.  And did.

I had to bite back a smile. "I don't know. A private shower. *And* hot water?  I'm not sure if you've done anything to deserve hot water." Previously I'd always forced the girls to take showers together. Two or three at a time.  This was unusual letting her take one alone. Giving her time to herself. She was pushing her luck and knew it.

"Oh please. This slave begs her master. She doesn't want to use cold water.  Please. This slave will be good for the rest of the day. She promises. Please?"

I relented. I couldn't think of anything that she'd done lately that required punishment. Maybe she actually would behave for the rest of the day. I nodded at her. "Go have a hot shower."

She didn't need to be told again. She climbed to her bare feet. She tossed a quick whispered "Thank-you" over her shoulder as she scampered to the bathroom. Moments later I heard the water running and her softly singing to herself in the shower. Some Aerosmith tune, I think.

"You let her take a hot shower? By herself?" Incredulous.

"I don't always treat you like animals."

"I guess not. When your not torturing us, it isn't so bad, I guess. I just wish you'd let us wear something sometimes. And didn't keep us trussed up like dogs all the time."

"What would like to wear? Hmmmm? Some stockings? High heels? Corsets? Gloves?"  An evil thought. "Chastity belt?"

"Oh God. Leave it to you to come up with distasteful things. Nude will do fine, if those are my choices. I suppose it could be worse."

"Have to do something about that. Can't have you happy."

"Master?"

"You don't have to call me Master, right now."

"I don't?"

"No. What's on your mind? Something's bothering you." I could tell that something was bothering her beyond just having to sit there naked and handcuffed.

"God. What have you done to me?" The tears began to form again, but she managed to will them away again. "Here I am. A strong girl. You know. Feministic. Good student. Popular with the guys. And then you come along. Strip me. Humiliate me. Keep me tied up twenty-four hours a day. You hit me a few times and I'm acting like a slut. Talking to you like I'm some kind of slave. Begging. And, oh god, orgasming. God. Having orgasms like I never knew existed. Begging you to hit me. Begging for abuse. I'm sick. I hate myself.  I don't know what to do. I don't have anyone to turn to. God. What have you done to me?"

By now the girl was weeping. Unable to stop the tears any longer.  Confused and scared and finally allowed to let it out. I moved over to the sofa beside her. Wrapped my arms around her. Stroked her hair and her back until she managed to stop crying. She gave a small hiccup and looked up at me.

"God. What have I become? Why?"

"Janey. Sweetheart. I don't have all the answers."

"You know," she choked out slowly. "Remember you punished me in the store? Whipped me?"

I nodded.

"Oh God. I can't tell you this. I. I. I did it on purpose. I. I could have stayed where you put me. Obeyed. My head knew that I should do what you asked.  I wasn't involved. Be happy. But my body went haywire or something. I started to imagine that you'd punish me if I got up and tried to help.  Imagined you hitting me with the crop. Me helpless. And the butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. My. My pussy began to throb. It was like I didn't have any choice. My breasts were still aching from yesterday. And I knew that if I pushed you, that you'd tie me down and hit them again. My head was fighting with my body. I. I hated myself. But my body. My pussy. Won. I just got up and took the bottle away from you. At least I stopped you tormenting that poor woman. At least it didn't go for nothing." She began to shake again. "Why? Why? Why?"

"Why what?" I asked her gently.

"Why the hell does my body like the pain? Why do I get turned on by you forcing me? Humiliating me? Hurting me? Please."

"Sweetheart. I really, really don't know."

"But you knew that it was happening."

I nodded. "Janey, that is why I knew I could make you beg. Just human nature.  I forced you to stay so close to release for that long. And then added more and more stimulation. My God, I'm surprised that you held out as long as you did. You are a strong girl. I knew what buttons to press. That's all." I poked her erect nipples for emphasis and she actually giggled. She was
going to be alright.

"Am I going to be alright?" she asked. She was asking the wrong person.

"I think so. Just don't lose your spirit."

She thought about that and nodded. "You can make me feel weird things.  Apparently, you can even make me beg to humiliate myself. But you'll never have my soul. Got that?"

"Deal." I didn't particularly want a completely broken girl anyway. They aren't nearly as much fun. The fun was in the breaking. Or the attempt.

"I'm feeling pretty icky as well. Can I have a shower as well?"

I gave her a kiss on the nose. Turned her around so her back was towards me. I released her cuffs. As I was releasing her I idly mentioned, "What no slave talk?"

"I don't want one that badly. I'm still pretty clean. And I'm tired of being a slave."

"If you're not careful, I'll make you take a cold one."

She stuck her tongue out at me. Didn't surprise me. The girl was probably feeling about a million times better after just talking it out.

She rose to her bare feet.

I aimed a swat at her bare bottom and she danced away. "Go on you minx. And have fun."

She looked over her bare shoulder just before disappearing down the hallway towards the bathroom. "Your slave thanks you for talking to her." She didn't wait for a response but practically ran down to the shower.

Soon I heard her chasing Christi out of the shower. The Aerosmith song being taken up by Jane's voice as the spray hit her tired body. Jane actually had a good voice. I'd have to have her sing for me sometime.

I relaxed and waited for the girls to return from their shower. Christi wandered down the hall and poked her head around the corner. Her hair was still slightly damp, though it looked like she had dried most of it. She was wearing light make-up and as I noticed her, she pranced out into the living room. Her body radiant after the shower.

She walked over to the easy chair I was sitting in and knelt down.

"Feeling better?" I asked her.

"Much. Thank-you." Eyes downcast.

I waited for a while. She seemed content to just kneel there lost in her own thoughts. It was almost time to rouse Elizabeth and Amy for their breakfast.

"You think that you can handle Amy and Elizabeth? Get them up and presentable?"

"I guess." She slowly climbed to her feet. "Are you going to let them shower?"

"They had a shower before sleeping. They shouldn't need one. Just wake them up and untie them. Brush their hair out."

I watched as the bare girl walked slowly back to the bedroom. Seemingly lost in her own thoughts. I thought I heard some soft sounds and groans as the women were awakened. They probably only had six or seven hours of sleep.  Not nearly enough after what I put them through. But they really didn't have any choice. If I didn't want them to sleep, then they didn't sleep.  They'd be alright.

I got up and walked silently down the hallway. Just wanted to check on the girls. Jane was toweling off. She flashed me a smile as I poked my head in the doorway. The bedroom door was ajar. Christi was just untying Amy's feet. She still looked groggy. Elizabeth was brushing out her red hair facing the mirror. She looked a bit sleepy as well. I retreated back to the living room without the three of them even noticing me.

Soon all four emerged from the hallway. Christi leading the pack. I marveled at the sight. Not often that you see a pack of beautiful, nude women simply walk out of a hallway. They stood a little awkwardly in the center of the room.  Not quite knowing what I wanted from them.

I spoke to Christi. "Alright. I want you to re-heat my sandwiches.  When you're done, let me know."

Christi disappeared into the kitchen. I heard her knock a few pots together and a few minutes later she stuck her head back out, "Soup's on."

I nodded to the remaining girls who piled into the kitchen. The table was going to be cramped with five of us, but if it got too uncomfortable, I could always get two of them on the floor. I could hear Christi organizing everyone, like a mother hen. Though she'd been a captive the longest, she was far from the oldest among the girls. She just seemed to have an organized
mind. I smiled. After it seemed like they were settled, I joined them.  The four girls were jammed together on one side of the table. My seat was reasonably clear as I sat down; I had lots of elbow room. Didn't quite seem fair, but after all they were the captives. I wasn't sure what went through their minds, but one of them was probably smart enough to know that if there wasn't enough room at the table, some of them, if not all, would be eating off the floor. So they pushed themselves together to ensure that I had enough room. Clever, whoever it was.

I glanced around at the four beauties. Four gorgeous pairs of breasts. Their bodies pressed together. Faces looking at me expectantly. Wanting to eat, but afraid of starting before me.

I nodded to them. Christi and Jane picked up their sandwiches. Christi made a face as she took the first bite, but managed to swallow it. Jane just hungrily chewed into hers. I noticed that Christi hadn't placed cutlery on the table for Elizabeth and Amy. Both having a bowl of cereal, they looked at the food helplessly.

Amy spoke up, "Please. Can I get a spoon?"

I just shook my head. Christi spoke up. "He won't let us use cutlery."

Amy looked incredulous. "You have to be joking. How the hell are we supposed to eat this?"

I looked at her. She must have still been sleepy or groggy, perhaps overtired.

"Amy?" Christi was taken a bit aback, not expecting this vehemence out of Amy.

She glared back at me. "Well, how the fuck am I supposed to eat this?"

Elizabeth touched her arm and whispered to her. "Amy. Honey. Calm. Like this."  She bent forward. And without the use of her hands even, began to lap at the milk. It was awkward, but she could eat her breakfast. Picking at the cereal with her fingers.

Amy watched incredulous.

"God. I'm not going to eat like that. I refuse to be treated like an animal anymore. Fuck him. It's not enough that I'm naked here? I can't even use a spoon like a civilized human being? Fuck that." She pushed herself away from the table and got to her feet. "I'm finding some goddamn clothes and getting the hell away from here. What are you going to do about it?" She glared at me. I just calmly gazed back at her. I wasn't too surprised that one of them had snapped. A shouting match wasn't going to solve anything.

Elizabeth, Christi and Jane had given up. They just tried to make themselves as tiny as possible. Eating quietly. Trying their damnedest to disappear. Not wanting to be involved further in this. Not even Jane.

Amy, still angry, stalked out of the kitchen. I could hear her stomping down the hallway. Still muttering. I gave her a few minutes and then got to my feet.

Jane looked up at me. Always the brave one. I was actually surprised that she was brave enough to say anything.

"Please. Master. Please don't ... she's just frustrated. She's just a girl."

One look and her jaw snapped shut audibly. She didn't want to be a part of this. She knew that the punishment for Amy was going to be far beyond any punishment that her body might welcome. Jane just went back to taking tiny bites of her sandwich. Trying to disappear again. She whispered softly,  "Please. I'm sorry."

I walked slowly out and down the hall. I stopped at the bedroom doorway where Amy was already in a bra and panties. She was crying, just about to pull a sweater over her head.

"Care to apologize?" I asked softly.

"Fuck you." She glared at me. "I'm tired of being your slave. Tired of being tied up to sleep. Tired of being kept without the simple dignity of clothing.  Tired of jumping when you say jump. I'm not your toy. You should be apologizing to me. You fucking bastard."

"Amy. Calm down. You know I'm not going to let you walk out of here."

"What are you going to do about it?" She pulled the sweater over her head.

I was beginning to see that she had lost it. She simply didn't care anymore. That could be dangerous. I debated just returning her. I didn't need these problems. However. If I did that, the other women might see a way out.  If they acted nuts, and openly disobeyed, resisted, I might give up on them and just return them to the bliss of the frozen time line. That wouldn't
be good. I simply couldn't let Amy get away with this rebellion.

"Amy. Don't make it worse on yourself."

"That's a laugh. How could it be worse? Eating out of a bowl like some kind of animal. I'm not your freaking pet. Goddammit."

"Actually you are. And believe me. It can always be worse."

"Fuck you. What are you going to do about it? Fucker. I'm leaving."

This could become very dangerous. I had a wild girl here. The other three, unbound in the kitchen. I couldn't very well enlist the other three. They were scared at the moment. But if they saw the chance, they might try to overpower me. That just wouldn't be good. I could stop them. I wasn't afraid of that. But the last thing I needed was rebellion. Guess I should have bound them for breakfast. But I wasn't expecting this.

to be continued.......