Amy was glaring at me defiantly. This petite woman. In panties and a sweater.  Still barefoot. I felt like I was a lover having a break up fight. I almost laughed at the absurdity.

Seeing that I wasn't going to get anywhere with her, I concentrated and slipped her into a slow time bubble. She was about to open her mouth to say something, probably hurling more abuse at me. But that never happened as she semi-froze in position. I wandered out to the living area. Glanced in on the other girls. They were still seated, trying to eat as slowly and as silently as they could. Like guests listening to the hosts during the party fight. Wanting to be anywhere but here. But not able to go anywhere else.

I picked back up the gun from the living room. Along with some rope, some handcuffs, drill from the hardware bag, and an eyebolt. I carried the equipment back to the bedroom and dumped it on the dressing table. Amy was still standing in her sweater and panties in the middle of the room. Anger still showing on her frozen face.

I wandered back to the doorway and leaned on the jamb. I returned Amy to our timeline.

She began right away. Probably still spouting whatever was on her mind when I slowed her down.

"You goddamn bastard. I hate you. Leave me alone." Then seeing that some things had changed. I suddenly had a gun. Eyes flicked to the restraints on the table.

"Amy."

"Fuck you. You ain't tying me up again. I won't let you. You fucking bastard." She was really venting. She made a move to get her jeans which were lying on the bed.

"Amy. Stop."

She hesitated and looked at me. Still defiant. Shifting her weight from one bare foot to the other.

"You are going to have to shoot me, you know."

"Amy. Don't kid yourself. I will shoot you. But I don't have to."

"I'm not stopping. You are either going to have to undo whatever the hell it is that you've done to the world. Or you are going to have to shoot me. Or I'm going to walk out of here. Fuck you. I'm going to finish dressing like a human being and I'm gone. Got it?"

"Listen to me, Amy." She stopped reaching for her jeans. Perhaps something in my calm tone. "You don't want to do this. Take off the clothes and allow me to punish you and it won't be as bad."

"Haven't you been fucking listening to me? You have trouble hearing?"

"Amy."

"Shoot me if you have to. I don't care." I watched as she picked up the jeans.  She honestly didn't care if I shot her.

"Amy. Listen. If I shoot you, it is going to hurt. If I shoot you, it will be in a very uncomfortable way. There are no hospitals. No doctors. You'll die, but it will take days. In agony. I'm not going to shoot you in the head. Or the heart. Knees. Elbows. Arms. Legs. Breasts."

She paled a bit, but bent down and began to slip the jeans onto her right leg.  She'd passed the point of no return. She was gambling everything that I wouldn't shoot her.

"Fuck you."

"But I'm not going to shoot you, Amy. I really don't want to incapacitate such a beautiful body. If I wanted to kill you, I'd torture you to death.  Enjoying your screams until you couldn't scream anymore. But I'm not going to do that either. You'll scream, but you'll survive."

Amy was crying by this point, but she slipped the jeans onto her other leg and began to pull them up.

"Goddammit. Why do you have to do these things to us? We're people, you know?  Human beings? How can you be such a monster? How can you hurt us so casually?  We hurt, you know? Pain? You remember pain? When you fell out of the tree when you were a kid? Broke your arm? Imagine that, but a hundred times worse.  Some asshole whipping you, while you're helpless. Tied up. Shit. I hate you. I can't take it anymore."

She pulled the jeans over her hips. She was about to do them up. The first time she'd had clothing in days. The clothes were actually attractive on her.

"Amy. Listen to me. You can leave. I'm not even going to stop you. But I want you to know something, if you do."

"What's that, you fuckhead?" Her fingers struggling with the top button of the jeans.

"Whereas I really don't want to seriously damage your body, I don't have the same problem damaging a male body." I waved the gun for emphasis.

"Oh my God. You son-of-a-bitch. You wouldn't."

"Care to try me?"

The fight just melted out of her body. I watched it happen. She knew she was beaten. Her father, frozen outside the room. Safe for the moment. She  couldn't risk it. I watched as her face just collapsed. The anger. The  frustration. The humiliation. All replaced by fear. She knew that she was in for a punishment to end all punishment. And she was afraid. Now she couldn't just walk out. Her father would suffer for her determination.

"Oh God. I'm sorry." She whispered. Her fingers fumbled with the jeans and she slid them back down her long legs. She was weeping, her whole body wracked by sobs. Her whole body showing me her defeat. She stepped out of the jeans, leaving them on the floor. She began to pull the sweater over her head.

"Amy. Stop." She turned her head. Still crying her eyes out. But didn't quite get the sweater over her head.

"Please. Oh God. What are you going to do with me? Please don't hurt me."

"Amy, this is simple. Stop crying."

I let her struggle with it. Standing there. Barefoot. Bare legs.  Sweater.  Panties. Finally after three or four minutes she calmed herself. Tears still fell, but the body shaking sobs reduced. She opened her eyes.

"Do you know how to use a drill?"

"Oh God. What are you going to do with me?"

"Amy?"

She just shook her head. I didn't think that she would know how to use one.  I haven't met many women that could use any power tools. But it was worth a shot. Would have added to the humiliation making her help set up her punishment.

"Alright. Calm down. Sit in the chair."

"Please don't hurt me. Oh God. Don't you want the rest of my clothes off?"

"Not yet. Just sit down." She walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Please. God. This isn't happening. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I crouched behind the chair. "Wrists."

"Oh God. Please. Don't tie me up. God. What are you going to do?" She was almost hysterical, imagining what I was going to do with her. She placed her wrists behind the chair.

I wrapped her wrists in rope, tightly and tied it off to the rung between the chair legs. I clinched her elbows, bringing them as close as I could. She cried out, but didn't complain. Her breasts thrust forward beneath the sweater. She didn't complain because she knew that she was in for a painful time anyway. And complaining wasn't going to help her cause. I wrapped rope above and below her breasts, holding her back into the chair. Further emphasizing her breasts that until really recently were completely bare.

I then moved in front of the chair and crouched down, looking into her tear stained face. She looked back at me for a second and lowered her eyes.

"Please. Th-th-this sl-slave is so sorry. Please have mercy on her. Oh God. What are you going to do to me?"

"What happened?"

"Oh God. I. Th-this slave just snapped. God. I'm so sorry. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to be free. You. I. You have no idea what its like to be naked and humiliated twenty-four hours a day. I just needed a break.  God. Please. Please understand." The words tumbled from her mouth. A curious mixture of slave and normal talk. Fear very evident in the shake of her voice.

"Amy. I understand. But you have to understand that I can't let you get away with it, either."

"Oh God. Please don't hurt me." She was pulling at the ropes that held her body to the chair.

I ignored her and climbed up on another chair. I used the drill to make a small hole in the concrete of the ceiling. Using a lead anchor, I threaded the eyebolt into the ceiling. It would take a lot of weight. Amy watched all these preparations in dread. Tears still streaming down her face. Begging pitifully.

I wandered back out into the living room and gathered up a few other odds and ends. A couple of very short dowels, some wing nuts. I returned to the room. Amy was calmer. I picked up the drill and made a couple of holes in the wood. Threaded them together with the wing nuts and bolts. Amy watched all this in eerie fascination.

I knelt in front of her and touched her ankles. She had been sitting with her legs slightly apart. Probably trying to do what she thought I wanted at this point. She looked a bit confused, but she brought her legs together. I wrapped rope around her ankles, clinching it tightly, making her cry out again. I tied off the rope and she sat quietly. Bound.

"Please, master. God. This slave is sorry. She'll do anything you want. Please don't hit her. Don't hurt her. You don't have to hurt her."

Slave talk wasn't going to help her this time.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Oh God. Yes. Please. I've learned."

"What have you learned."

"Not to talk back. There is no escape. Oh God. Whatever you want me to learn."

"Not good enough. I'll tell you what you've learned. Or will learn. There is no escape. Until I get tired of you. And getting angry at me, is not a problem. But getting dressed without permission is not acceptable. Nor is screaming at me. Rebellion will only be tolerated to an extent. You went far too far this time. I don't mind feisty women. But that kind of behaviour frightens everyone. No good."

She gulped. "Yes. Master. Your slave is sorry. She won't let it happen again."

"I intend to ensure that it doesn't happen again."

"Please. What are you going to do to me?"

"Names." I suddenly changed direction. Wanting to keep her off balance mentally.

Confusion. "Pardon me?"

"You were calling me names. You remember what they were?"

"Oh God. I was angry. I didn't mean ..."

"I don't mind being called names. I'd be surprised if you didn't call me names. I almost expect it. What were they?"

"Oh God. Please. You'll get angry. I don't remember."

"A bastard?" She nodded. "What else?"

"Oh God. I don't remember I was angry. Hurt."

"Amy."

"Christ. I think I called you a son of a bitch. Please don't make me do this."

"What else?"

"F-fucker. I think."

"And a good deal more, eh?" She nodded. Miserable. "Is this kind of language the kind a lady should use?" She swallowed. Not knowing the right answer. She nodded. Guessing. Wrong answer. "A lady wouldn't use that kind of language. At all. Much as you think I treat you like animals, I expect my females to act like ladies. I can forgive the occasional slip if you are being tormented. Or in passion. But don't you think this was rather excessive? I can imagine this kind of language coming from your mouth if I was whipping you. Or raping you. But I was just trying to calm you down. Remember?"

She nodded. Tears falling from her eyes. Pulling at the ropes holding her.

"So, would it be fair to say that your mouth got you into this predicament?"

She nodded.

"Pardon me?"

"Yes sir."

"So, if I was to gag you, that might be considered an appropriate punishment?"

"Please, don't gag me. I'll behave. I promise." But I could see it in her eyes. Confusion. A gag hardly seemed like a bad punishment. Certainly not worthy of her transgressions.

"Beg me."

"What?"

"Beg me to gag you."

"Oh God. Don't make me do that." She squirmed in the chair.

"Amy."

"Oh God. Alright. Please gag this slave's mouth to teach her a lesson.  Oh my God."

I picked up the wooden dowel contraption from the floor. She looked at it with confusion.

"Tongue."

Comprehension dawned on her and she wildly shook her head. "Oh God. I'm not letting you put that on me. No way."

I shrugged and picked up the gun. "Have it your way. Would you like to see the bullet hitting your father's knee? I can bring him in here if you'd like."

"Oh Christ." I watched as she stuck out her tongue and held it. Pleading evident in her eyes.

I wandered over while she held still and slipped the tongue clamp over the tip of her extended tongue. I used the wing nuts to tighten it down tightly against her tongue. Finally she squealed and I pulled gently at the clamp. It was attached firmly. She automatically tried to bring her tongue back into her mouth as soon as I released the clamp from my grasp. Of course, the clamp prevented her from doing that, and she finally gave up, letting her tongue extend between her lips.

"eeth," she begged. Trying to say "Please".

Little did she know it got worse. I knelt in front of her, and wrapped some thin cord around her toes, lashing them together. She squirmed a bit at the sensations.

I ran the cord up through the eye bolts. Using the cord, I pulled down, forcing her to raise her legs to a straight out position. She squirmed.

"Hold them up," I ordered her. I felt the weight of her legs reduce as she took most of the strain on her thigh muscles. I deftly wrapped the other end of the cord around the tongue clamp. Ignoring her squeals and begging.  She was well aware of the problem. Her thighs were going to tire quickly. And her tongue was going to be stretched right out of her mouth. She could probably already feel her thighs screaming at the tension. But if she didn't manage to keep her thighs like that, her mouth was going to be in agony. The tears began to fall. She was probably wishing that she'd never even thought about defying me.

"Amy?"

"oh ong?" she tried to say. I was pretty sure that she wanted to know how long she was going to be in this. Her body shaking with the sobbing and the pain.

"You want it higher? Tighter?"

"eeze. oh ong?" trying to shake her head but not being overly successful.

I took pity on her. "We'll see. I'm going to go finish my lunch. I might release you afterwards if you're good."

"Oh od."

I turned on my heel and left the suffering girl on her own, returning to the kitchen. By now the other three women were finished their meals. They just sat quietly. Not looking at me. Afraid. I'm not sure how much of the disagreement they heard, but at this point they knew better than to even speak.

Christi, eyes downcast, just reached forward and picked up my plate.  Still with the untouched cheese sandwiches. I could see the fear and distress in her eyes. She wanted, or needed something, but was afraid to ask. I wasn't angry at her, so I made it easier on the tortured woman.

"Christi? You can speak. What do you need?"

She must have been frightened. She reverted to slave talk. "Please. Don't punish this slave. This slave just doesn't know whether you want her to make a new sandwich or heat these. Please. Please don't punish me too. I haven't done anything."

"It's alright. Calm down. Just reheat those."

She nodded and quickly as she could turned back to the stove. Jane and Elizabeth just sat quietly. Avoiding my eyes. Frightened as well. Probably wondering what I did to Amy. But no way were they going to ask me.

Christi reheated my lunch for the second time. Placed the plate in front of me, with a longing look at the cheese sandwiches and took her seat between Jane and Elizabeth. All three girls were probably hungry. It wasn't much to eat and their life was reasonably vigorous these days. I'd have to start feeding them better if I kept expecting the same caliber of performance out of them. But for now, I wasn't going to allow them any more food. I wanted them a little hungry.

Finally, some peace and quiet. I silently ate. Admiring the bare females in front of me while they just shifted awkwardly. Not quite daring to open their mouths, yet.

"Christi. Let Elizabeth and Jane clean up. You cooked." I picked up a large kitchen knife. All three girls' eyes widened when they saw that. They had no idea how angry I was at Amy, and assumed the worst.

The other two jumped to their feet. Elizabeth watching longingly as she had to dump Amy's breakfast. Leaving Jane and Elizabeth to their tasks, I guided Christi out into the living room.

She hesitated as I began to guide her towards the bedroom.

"Please. What did you do to her?"

"You'll find out."

"Please don't kill her. She doesn't deserve it. It could have been any one of us that snapped. She's just a girl. Her mind got away from her. She'll behave now. I'm sure of it."

"Will you guarantee it?"

Christi just gulped. She was already owing me from the Kimberly episode.  I couldn't see her risking herself for Amy.

"I didn't think so. Relax," I continued. "I'm just teaching her a lesson."

"Oh God. I know what your lessons are like. How much pain is she in?"

"I imagine by now, her legs are probably screaming. Though she can't."

By this point we'd arrived at the bedroom door. Christi caught her breath as she was presented with the picture of Amy, straining at the ropes. Head tilted back. Trying to convince her thighs to take the strain off her bound tongue. Tears falling down her face. Panting. Trying to scream. Trying to beg.

"Kneel." Christi fell to her knees.

I walked over to Amy's chair. I ran my finger along the arch of her bare right foot. She jumped. Causing a scream to emerge from her tortured mouth.

"eeeze," she was ready to beg. Bigtime. Pulling against the ropes.

"Amy? You want me to cut this cord?" I indicated the cord running from her toes to her tongue.

"Ahhhh," she tried to nod her head, but wasn't overly successful.

"No? You want me to hang some weights from your ankles?"

"og oooooooo," she wailed. Shaking her head as far as the tongue clamp would let her. I cruelly pressed on the top of her feet increasing the pressure on her thighs and tongue. I could feel the resistance and see the tightening of her tortured thighs. She screeched. "Ahhhhhhhh. o orre. o orre."

"Amy?" She just dully looked back at me. "Are you going to behave?"

"eth. asther. eth" I think she was trying to say "Yes, Master. Yes." but it was hard to tell.

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

"mmmm."

"I can leave you like this while I go out. Or you can submit to a breast whipping. I'll give you a minute to decide."

This torment must have been exceptionally painful. Immediately, she began to beg. "i icking, eeeeze. o ore ag. eeeeeeze."

I bent down to where Christi was kneeling. "I'm going to go out for a while with Jane and Elizabeth. I haven't quite decided what to do with you."

"Oh God. Please. I'll be good. Leave me here."

"You are staying here."

"Free?" Hopeful.

"That's what I haven't decided. I'll tell you what. If you will promise to do something for me, then I'll leave you mostly unbound. Handcuffed in front only. Okay? And I'll even let you wear a robe."

"You're kidding. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything to be allowed to wear something for a while. Please."

"Okay. Amy over there wants a breast whipping rather than the gag. At least I'm pretty sure that this is what she said." Out of the corner of my eye I could see the girl trying to agree with me. "I'm going to give her the initial one, but I'm guessing that Jane, Elizabeth and I will be out for some time. The bad wench over there is going to need further correction throughout the afternoon. Understand?"

"You want me to hit her while you are gone? Oh God."

"Will you? You don't have to. I won't punish you. However, if you agree to do it, and I find out that you didn't. Big trouble."

Christi gulped. She knew about big trouble. Amy was in it now. Gurgling noises from the chair vicinity. I had to get her out of that evil tie soon or she was going to rip her tongue out of her mouth as her thighs collapsed.

"What's the alternative?"

"I was thinking a nice tight hog-tie. I might gag you. You and Amy could be a pair. But I suspect you'll be slightly more comfortable than Amy. I'll put you on the bed."

"Oh. Hog-tie with a robe?"

"You have to be joking."

"A girl can try. I guess I'll do what you want."

"Good girl."

I rose. I could see the strain on Amy's face. Her tongue was already almost stretched out of her mouth. The girl crying and trying her best to control the tremors in her straining legs.

"Amy?"

She tried to say something completely unintelligible.

"Did I understand you correctly. You'd rather have your breasts whipped with the riding crop than this?"

"ahhhhh."

Verbal interaction just wasn't going to work.

"Amy. I can't understand you." A quick look crossed her pain filled face. One of those then-take-this-gag-off-me-you-moron looks. "I want you to wiggle your left foot if you want the breast whipping."

Confusion crossed her face. Not a fair question. But she knew that she was going to have permanent damage to her tongue if she didn't do something. She winced as she struggled to wiggle her left foot. The movement transferring along the rope to her tongue.

"Amy. I'm going to whip you until I'm tired. And then Christi is going to whip you twice every fifteen minutes while I'm gone. One blow has to hit your nipples every fifteen minutes."

I heard a faint, "Oh God." from Christi's direction.

"Still want the breast whipping?"

She struggled with her pain, and then wiggled her left foot again. Pulling against her toes and her tongue. Panting.

I brought up the knife and in one swift movement severed the cord connecting her toes through the eyebolt to her tongue. Her tongue snapped back into her mouth audibly. She winced as the clamp connected with her teeth. She cried out as her feet hit the floor suddenly having their support released. After the initial pain, and uncramping of her thigh muscles, she sighed in relief. She wiggled her tongue, wanting out of the clamp. I wasn't sure that I wanted her out of that torture.

"You want out of this?" I lifted her tongue by the clamp.

She nodded vigorously.

"When is the next time you are going to disobey my orders?"

She shook her head. Pleading in her eyes.

"If I take that thing off you, will you behave?"

Nod.

"I'm going to hit you. You know that don't you?"

A nod. Fear in her eyes.

"And if I take this thing off you, I want you to thank me for the whipping, beg for the next stroke and count them off. Can you do that?"

Real fear. Not sure that she could do it, but wanting that tongue clamp off more. A hesitant nod.

"Will you give your father a blow job?"

Real fear. Tears springing to her eyes. Wanting her tongue out. I'm sure it hurt beyond my comprehension. But knowing that she just couldn't do that to get the evil thing off. She finally shook her head. Tears really flowing. At least she was honest. The girl still hadn't learned that I could make her do it, if I wanted to. So refusing to do anything was next to useless. Might as well say yes early and save yourself pain. But she refused, not knowing any better. I took it to mean that she wouldn't do that to save herself the tongue pain. Provided she had a choice. In this case she did. I wasn't interested in making her have sex with her father. At least not yet. I could always force her to do it later if I wanted.

I reached forward and began to loosen the restraint on her tongue. After it fell free, she ever so slowly retracted her sore tongue into her mouth.  Letting her saliva moisten the bruised organ.

"Fank-you," she mumbled/lisped. Squirming in the ropes. Especially the bare feet. Probably uncomfortable with the toe cord.

"Keep in mind that I can put it back on you if you don't do everything I ask."

She just nodded in misery.

I retrieved the riding crop from the dresser. Christi's eyes opened. She was wondering how much the poor girl was going to be able to take. I was wondering the same thing. I'd put her through a lot for so early in the morning. For her anyway.

I looked at the girl. She looked like she was in shell shock. Working her tongue around her mouth. Still crying a little; pulling at her restraints.

I looked at the woman for a moment. Finally turned to Christi, still kneeling on the floor.

"Christi?"

"Yes sir," came the reluctant reply.

"Wasn't Amy supposed to do something?"

"Oh God. She had to count and beg for the next."

Amy clued in. "Oh God. I'm sorry. Please don't punish me. Oh God. One. You've hit me once. Oh God. Please."

"Shush." I spoke sharply to Amy, and surprised she snapped her mouth shut.

I turned back to Christi.

"I was almost sure that she had agreed to do that to be free of the tongue thing. Do you think I should put that back on her?"

"Oh God. Please no. I'll behave. I'll count. I'll beg. I'll do whatever you want. Not the tongue. God, that hurt." Amy resumed her begging from the chair.

I turned to the begging girl. "Didn't I tell you to hush? This discussion doesn't concern you."

Amy looked frightened. The expression on her frightened face said, "Whoa there. It's my tongue you're talking about. It concerns me." But she obeyed. Having to struggle not to beg further.

"Christi?"

"Oh God. Don't ask me. Please. I. I don't know the right answer. Please."

"Doesn't she deserve to get the tongue clamp back?"

Amy moaned but managed to keep quiet.

Christi, tears brimming in her eyes replied, "I guess so."

I nodded. "I think she deserves it as well."

I turned to Amy. "What do you think, wench?"

"Oh God. Can I talk?"

I nodded.

"Please. Don't punish me. Oh God. I'll do what you want. I just forgot. It wasn't that I was resisting. Honest. Please have mercy. I just forgot."

"Amy. Relax."

"Oh please. What are you going to do to me. Not the tongue thing. Please. I can't take that any more. It hurts. Oh god."

"Amy. Do you think you deserve to have this back on you?" I picked up the discarded clamp.

"Oh God. Please no."

"Do you deserve it?"

"No. I'll be good. I swear it. I'll count and beg like you want. Just don't put that on me." A light went on in her head. "How can I count and beg if you put that on me? You want to hear me scream and beg, don't you?"

The girl had a good point there.

"Okay. I'll give you a choice again."

"Not again."

"You have the option. I can put up with you screaming through this thing.  So I'll give you a choice. We can give you the whipping without the benefit of the sweater. Or you can have the tongue clip back."

"What kind of choice is that? I hurt more either way."

"Yup. Should have remembered your deal, I guess."

"Oh God."

"Which or I'll choose."

Actually the girl hadn't lost anything. Unless she chose the tongue clamp. I was going to bare her chest as I went anyway.

"Oh God. Not the tongue thing. It hurts too much."

"So you want me to hit you without your sweater?"

"Oh my God."

"Tell me."

"Please don't make me do this." I just looked at her. "Oh God. Alright. I want you to hit me without my sweater in the way. Please don't put the tongue thing on me. Please."

I picked back up the knife. I watched as Amy tried to shy away. Something about being completely helpless and having someone with a knife approaching you.

I reached towards her chest and gathered the material at her right breast and pulled it away from her. With the knife I cut a ragged hole in the material of her sweater. She gasped as her bra encased breast became visible through the hole. Her nipple was clearly visible through the bra. I traced it with my finger.

I put down the knife across her thighs. She'd have to be a little cautious how much she moved or it would get knocked off, with the resulting danger of it hitting her bare feet on the way down.

I picked back up the crop. Amy braced herself for the blow. I brought the instrument down across both breasts. The sweater taking a good portion of the blow across her left breast, but the bra providing little protection for her right one.

"Ahhhhhhhh. God. That hurts. Please no more. God please no more."

The pain, must have jolted her memory again. No count. No begging for the next one. No thank-you.

Without even consulting with the girls, I gathered up the knife and repeated the sweater trick on her left breast. Now, there was no real protection for either breast. Just the satin of her bra. Amy's eyes widened as she watched me remove the fabric from her left breast as well. Her eye's questioning until it dawned on her.

"Oh God. I'm sorry. I. Christ. Two. It hurt so much. Oh God. It hurt. Please no more. You have no idea how much that thing hurts."

I turned to Christi. "Christi, can you go get a glass of water, cold, from the kitchenette? And tell those other two that after they finish cleaning up to cuff themselves and wait for me on their knees in the living area."

I saw a questioning look flash over Christi's face. She was probably wondering what the heck I wanted with a glass of cold water. But she kept her opinions to herself. Maybe I was just thirsty.

"Amy. Darling. You have to remember to count or this will just keep getting worse. And, don't forget the thank-you and the begging for the next one. I know it's hard, but it is part of your punishment. You know this."

"Oh Christ, it hurts. You are such a bastard."

"Wasn't it your mouth that got you into this chair in the first place?"

"God, I'm sorry. Truly. I'll be good. Please. God, I wish I'd just eaten that damn cereal. Damn."

Without warning, I brought the crop down across her breasts again. I don't think it hit the nipples but she certainly screamed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh. God. Two. I mean three. Oh god. Christ. My tits. That. Fucking. Hurts." She managed to gasp out. Her chest heaving in the ropes.

Christi had just returned with the glass of water.

"Amy. Amy. Amy."

"Oh God. What have I done now? Please have mercy on me."

"Don't you remember what else you are supposed to do?"

"Oh Christ. No. My mind. It's just the pain. Please."

Christi spoke up. "Amy. Honey. Please try to remember. Thank him as well. And beg for the next one. I can't watch this."

"Oh God. Please. I can't do that. Please don't make me thank you for this. It hurts so fucking much. Oh God."

I picked up the glass of water. Tested it with my finger. Freezing cold. I casually tossed the water against her chest. Amy screamed as the cold water hit her bra enclosed breasts. Soaking the remaining sweater. The shock of the cold water surprising her more than hurting her. Her nipples instantly became more erect. Poking through the now sheer fabric of her bra. Almost in the same motion I brought the crop down on her breasts again. This time the blow was magnified by the wet fabric covering her breasts. I ensured that this blow caught at least one of those perky nipples.

"Oh Jesus. My tits. Oh my God." She was gasping for breath. Crying out her pain. "OWOWOWOWOOWOWO. Ohhhh. God. Four. I think that's four. Oh Jesus. No more. The pain." Her breasts heavily despite the close restraint. "Oh God. I can't do this. Thank-you. Oh my God. I can't do this."

"Amy, I'll cut off the rest of the bra."

"You will anyway, you bastard."

"Probably. Eventually. But I won't put that tongue thing back on you unless you can't follow orders."

"Oh God. You bastard, son-of-a-bitch. Please hit me again. Hit my tits again."

"If you insist."

I brought the crop down again against both orbs. Amy screamed again. Begging and pleading for mercy. Finally remembering.

"F-four. I mean five. Please don't punish me any more. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. I'll do anything you want. No more on my poor tits. God it hurts. Oh God. Thank-you. Oh please. Hit me again. Please god let him get tired of this. Please don't hit me."

Again across the nipples.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. God. Christ. Fuck. Shit. Hell. I can't take any more. You're going to damage me forever. Oh God it hurts. My tits. Please no more. Six. Oh my god that was only six. Thank-you, you fucked up bastard. My poor tits. Please no more. Oh God. I can't. Please, hit me again. I can't take it, but hit me again. You bastard."

I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, stopping her babbling. She, not being able to do anything else, returned the kiss.

"Oh God. Please stop hitting me. I'll do anything you want. I'll never talk back again. I'll strip, happily for you. I'll crawl forever. You can hang me upside down and crop my ass. I'll fuck you. I'll do anything. Just no more on my tits. You can even put that tongue thing on me. God. It didn't hurt this much. God."

"You'll give your father a blow job?"

"Gladly. Please no more."

She must have been in some serious pain. Jane has been the only girl that has been able to take more blows to her breasts. And probably only because of the masochistic side effects of the punishment. I decided that this was as far as I could take Amy without her just falling into insanity. Or passing out. And I didn't want to take this that far.

I kissed her again. She kissed back. Anything not to feel the crop on her chest again.

"Amy. I'm not going to make you do your father. Not now anyway."

"Oh God. Thank God."

I reached forward and cut out a good portion of the still wet fabric of her bra cups. Exposing the bare skin of her breasts. Goosebumps and red welts. Interesting combination. I ran the knife carefully over her erect nipples. Amy watched with fear in her eyes, trying to shrink back away from the blade. Crying out as the sharp edge touched her exposed nipples. But I was careful not to cut her.

"Please no more. My poor tits can't take any more."

"You realize that I could cut these things off if I wanted." I traced the nipple with my index finger. She shuddered and turned very pale.

"Oh God. Please. Hit me again if you have to. Don't cut me. Oh God."

"You know that I could make you beg me to cut your nipples? Don't you?"

"Oh God. Yes. Please. God."

"Where would you like me to hit you, instead?"

"My thighs. My stomach. My face. The bottom of my feet." She lifted her legs at this suggestion. "My ass. My back. Anything but my tits. No more. Please."

"Amy. Relax. I'm not going to hit you again. You've got a fifteen minute respite and then Christi is going to hit you. Not as hard as I did. One on the nipples and one somewhere else. Her discretion. If you can convince her to hit you somewhere else for the second blow, that's fine. You don't have to count or beg her, unless I'm around. Okay?"

"Oh God. Please no more. I've learned my lesson."

I was pretty sure she had, but this afternoon was still going to be memorable.  We'd make sure that she never forgot it.

"You actually going to hit her while I'm gone?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. I'll make a judgment call depending on the state of her nipples on whether you've done your job. If you haven't hit her, or not hard enough then you know the consequences. I wouldn't fall asleep if I were you. If she doesn't beg to be hit somewhere else, land both strokes on her breasts.  Understand?"

"Oh God. Haven't you done enough to her? She's hurt. Believe me. She's hurt. She's learned her lesson. She'll never dare it again. Even you must be able to see that."

"Christi. Dear. She was broken after I threatened her father. And if not, certainly after the tongue thing. The point is, I want her to never forget this. And she won't. Her breasts are going to be too sore to forget for days."

"God. You are planning on keeping us forever. Aren't you?"

"I told you. Until I tire of you. And that ain't likely to happen in the next couple of days. Now, be a good girl and get a robe and a pair of handcuffs."

She didn't need to be told twice. She scampered to her bare feet and practically ran to the bathroom, picking up a pair of handcuffs along the way. The things were scattered about the suite. She returned moments later carrying a white courtesy bathrobe and handcuffs.

"Please, can I put it on?" A look of sheer anticipation on her face. She hadn't had a scrap of clothing on, unless you counted ropes and chains, in three solid days. I suspect that she would have agreed to anything to be allowed even this skimpy protection.

I reminded myself that she'd been good today, and I wouldn't be around for a couple of hours anyway. It wouldn't really matter if I allowed her clothes.  She just might be even more cooperative if I gave her small rewards from time to time. I nodded slowly.

Like a little girl, she shrugged into the garment. The sleeves only reached to her elbows and the hem of the robe was short, falling just to the middle of her thighs. She was a tall for a girl, but not exceptionally tall. Looking at her, I couldn't imagine her answering the door for room service in that thing. But, I wasn't about to complain. The shorter; the better as far as I was concerned. And she seemed thrilled to have anything to cover her nudity. I stopped her just before she belted it closed around herself.

"No belt."

I reached forward and pulled the white belt from the loops on the garment.  Her face registered disappointment but not surprise. I guess she knew that that was likely to happen. Can't blame a girl for trying. She knew that if she sat, she'd be able to arrange the white terrycloth to cover herself anyway.  And she knew that the only time she'd have to stand was every fifteen minutes to hit Amy while I was gone.

"Please, I don't need to be handcuffed," she pleaded as I grasped her right wrist and began to apply the steel. "I can make a more accurate swing. Please."

I just looked into her earnest face. I guess I couldn't blame them for trying. She saw that she wasn't going to get anywhere with this fight and meekly raised her other arm to make it easier for me to cuff her. Satisfied with the cloth draping her body. Partially hiding her. Once she was secured into the cuffs, I led her out into the living area.

Jane and Elizabeth were kneeling, facing each other in the middle of the living area. They had used handcuffs to secure their hands behind them. They were quietly talking as we entered. Their faces turned to us, surprise registering in Jane's face as she noted the robe that Christi was wearing. Perhaps some jealousy. Strange to think that this girl could get jealous of another woman because she had a bathrobe partially on. Their lives had changed so much. I'm surprised any of them were sane. And I wasn't surprised that Amy had gone over the edge for a while. But she was currently suffering for her temporary insanity. And the other girls, especially Christi knew it.

"To your feet."

Jane and Elizabeth struggled to their bare feet. I walked forward, leaving Christi standing by the hallway, and placed a collar on Elizabeth. Jane was still wearing hers that I'd placed around her throat so long ago. I picked up some leashes from the pack and attached them to their collars. They didn't look happy about it, but were afraid to say anything. I pressed the pack into Elizabeth's fingers behind her back and guided the girls to the door.

I turned to Christi. "Remember your instructions. And be prepared to lose that robe when I return. Enjoy it while you can." She nodded. Tears brimming in her eyes. Perhaps knowing that she was going to lose the clothing. Perhaps not wanting to go back and torture Amy. Maybe both. I watched as she walked to the sofa and sat down. A look of pleasure replacing the tears as she worked with her bound hands to arrange the skimpy bathrobe to cover her bareness. It worked rather well. She actually looked very attractive curled up on the couch, mostly buried in the folds of the terrycloth. I'd never seen her in clothing of any sort. Having taken her three days ago; her  having the misfortune of being nude at the time the world stopped. Perhaps I'd start allowing them some clothes once in a while. Seeing what they  looked like. Amy had looked nice in her sweater and jeans as well. And the clothes were certainly fun to cut off their bodies. Christi smiled at me and waved her bound hands at me. Urging me to leave. Probably looking forward to some privacy. And not bound uncomfortably. Must have seemed like heaven to the captive girl.

I guided Jane and Elizabeth slowly out of the hotel. Back down the stairs and out the lobby. When we reached the street, Jane tugged on the leash to get my attention.

I turned around. I had them following me and Elizabeth almost ran into me. I gave Jane a dirty look and she paled. Not quite knowing how to appease me.

"Please. Master."

"Jane."

"Oh God. Please, can a girl speak without punishment? Oh God."

She must have been pretty desperate about something to bother me in my current mood.

"Alright," I replied to her.

"Please. Master. In private?" A quick glance at Elizabeth who began to move ahead on the sidewalk. I just stopped her with a pull on her leash.

"Jane. You don't have the right to privacy. Remember?"

"Oh God. Please. Oh God. I tried to stop her. We didn't have anything to do with it. Please don't take it out on us. Oh God. Please." She thought that I was being harsh with her because of Amy's actions. I actually hadn't intended that, but perhaps she was right.

I relented. She seemed really upset. And I didn't particularly want to push this girl to rebellion. I'd had enough of that today. She probably wouldn't have pushed the matter under the circumstances, but I suspect all three girls were traumatized by what had happened with Amy. I was a bit uncertain about their moods. Better to go easy on them for the next couple of hours, until the shock wore off. I guess I could have been cruel, but that could have been self-defeating. I couldn't really think of any good reason not to grant her a bit of privacy.

"Elizabeth. Would you mind wandering off up ahead a little?"

"Gladly," came her quick reply. I released her leash and she scampered on up ahead, out of earshot. She'd expect the same courtesy from Jane if she had wanted some privacy as well. The girls did tend to treat each other with respect. Maybe to compensate for my treatment of them.

"Now. Why did you stop this little procession?"

"Please. Master. Th-this slave was just curious where we were going?"

"And you risked my anger for that?"

She paled. "Please. I. This slave. Please, don't punish this slave."

I didn't quite understand this. The girls were frightened. Badly. And Jane had stopped me for this? Didn't compute. She wanted privacy. And she'd fallen into slave talk. The light began to dawn on me. Slave talk. She wanted something. Something she was embarrassed about. Something she didn't want the other girls to know about. She just didn't quite know how to ask. It was almost as if she'd been considering this for some time. Whatever the request was. And now that it was the time to voice it, she was having second thoughts. Punishment? Didn't make sense. Nobody in their right minds, not even Jane at the height of her masochism, would want punishment from me while I was in this kind of mood. I was still brooding over Amy. Though, I was calm enough. Still she didn't seem anxious for any abuse. Trying to be subservient. Trying to keep me in a decent mood. This wasn't the actions of a girl *wanting* punishment. Sex? Was she turned on by my treatment of Amy? By her fear? By Amy's small rebellion? I hadn't seen any indication of this kind of response before. And she'd only ever asked for sex in the past after I'd pushed all her buttons. Practically forced her to ask for release.  Didn't make sense. I guess I'd have to let her get around to things her own way. Be patient. Not one of my more advanced qualities.

"Jane. I'm just not in the mood for games. What do you want?"

"Master. Oh God. It's hard. Th-this slave is frightened."

"Calm down. I won't punish you. It's alright. Whatever it is."

"But Amy. And you were so angry. You weren't showing it, but you were. And that frightens us females. After all, you control us. It could have been any one of us. Please." She moved her body in towards me. Pressing herself to me. Rubbing her bare breasts against me. I, like any heterosexual male, reacted. My demeanor softened. She certainly knew what buttons to press on me too. Slave talk and using her body to her advantage. She didn't have much at her disposal, but she used whatever she had. And I'm ashamed to admit, it mostly worked.

"Jane. Calm down. Really. I'm not angry at any of you. I've taken care of Amy.  By the time we get back, we'll be fine. She'll be really scared of me, but she'll be alright. Promise."

"You're not angry at this slave? Truly?"

"Truly." I kissed her head. "Now what is it that you risked your beautiful hide for? Must be pretty important to you."

"Truthfully? This slave was just worried. She was frightened of the silent treatment. You weren't talking to your slaves. She was afraid that you were going to punish us as well, and we didn't deserve it. And she was worried about you a little. Worried that you were going insane as well."

I kissed her head again. "Is that all? I won't punish you for what Amy did. You know that. I may be frightfully unfair to you, but even I wouldn't do that. Is that all?" Taking my anger out on the other girls would be dangerous.  At least this time. Overall, it's probably not good to discipline any of them in anger. Make mistakes that way. Go too far. If I'd truly been angry with Amy, I'd have frozen her and dealt with her after I cooled off. But I actually, kind of, understood her actions. I really wasn't all that heated about the incident. I'd been expecting it. Just not from her. I'd figured Jane to be the one strong enough to brave it.

I watched her body. I could tell that she still wanted something. She couldn't disguise it. Her body language was screaming it at me. Her face was a mask of indecision. Wanting to ask me for something and not wanting to. Maybe ashamed that she even had to ask me? Perhaps, knowing that this was her only chance, if she was going to ask me. At least in any semblance of privacy.  It was damn unlikely that I'd send Elizabeth on ahead again, if I even allowed Jane the opportunity to talk to me again. The girls knew that I was pretty good as ignoring them, if I wasn't in the mood to talk.

I pressed a little. "Janey. If that's all, we're going to catch up with Elizabeth. Okay?"

"My family," she managed to blurt out.

The penny dropped. But I was surprised that she'd want to even bring them up.  Would have thought that she would want me to keep as clear of them as possible. After all, she was bound to me because of her agreement with me to leave them alone.

"What about them?"

"Please. Master. Oh God. I can't do this. Kimberly." Jane began to cry. Big tears streaming down her face. She was still close to me, looking up into my face. She sagged against me. Her indecision over.

"What's the matter, Janey?" Though by now, I think I suspected the problem. I'd left her family bound. Mostly nude. In that mall. And I hadn't released them from the timeline. Jane had seen the state that Kimberly was in after being left for days. Dehydrated. Hungry. Suffering. And knew that her family was probably suffering the same fate. On the other hand, she had seen how I tormented Kimberly. Forcing her into such pain and humiliation, despite her suffering. Not wanting to subject her sister, her mother, and her father to more pain. Caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Master? Please. This slave knows that her family is suffering. It's been a couple of days. No food. No water. Please. They'll die. And she knows what it's like. Bound for eternity. The muscles. They hurt. Oh God. Please."

"Let me get this straight. You *want* to go back to the mall?"

"Oh God. This slave doesn't. It would kill her to see her family like that.  She begs that you don't take her inside to see her family like that. She wants to see her family. But not in pain. Please, don't make her go. Please."

"So you want me to go? Alone?"

"Oh God. Please. I. This slave doesn't know. Please don't hurt them." A spark of a memory. "You said that I ... I mean ... this slave could earn their release. Haven't I? Hasn't she earned it? She's been good. She's done everything her master asked. She's tried so hard to be good. Oh God."

"Why should I care whether your family is in pain or not?"

"You shouldn't. Your slave cares. They don't need to suffer. Oh God. Please. Just return them."

"Assuming that I listen to you. And I free them. What do I get out of the deal? What's guaranteeing your continued ... ahhh ... service?"

I think that the slave talk abandoned her in her agitation. I was surprised that she'd managed to keep it up as long as she had. I think it was some kind of record.

"Oh God. I'll do anything you want. I'll crawl. I'll l-let you rape me. I'll beg you for anything. Please. I can't stand thinking about them. So thirsty. So tortured. Please. I'll do whatever you want."

"Jane. You'll do whatever I want anyway."

"Oh God. Please. What can I offer you?" Tears were running down her face. Desperate. "You can whip me until I pass out. I won't complain. I. I won't scream. You can have my body for whatever you want."

"Jane. That's not necessary. And I could make you do everything but not scream. And if I didn't want to hear you, I could tape your mouth. You know that."

"Oh God. I'm begging you." She dropped to her knees on the sidewalk. Face a mask of misery. Pressing her bare body to my jeans. "It wouldn't be the same. Knowing that you were hitting me and I was controlling the screams.  For you. Please. Master. I'm yours forever. Just, have some compassion. Let my family go. I'll do anything. Anything."

I thought about it for a moment. Trying to come up with something suitably distasteful to subject her to in return for this. Truthfully, I was planning on dealing with her family soon anyway. I couldn't keep them that way without them dying. And that wasn't necessary. Though overall, it didn't really matter. Jane knew that as well, but I suppose the reality of things just don't matter when it's loved ones. No matter if they won't remember the suffering, they are feeling it here and now. And that hurt Jane as well. Knowing it.

"Jane? I'll swing a deal with you. I'll give you part of what you want."

"Jane. Feet." She awkwardly rose to her bare feet. "I've got an idea how you can earn their release."

"Oh God. I ... This slave isn't usually fond of your ideas. Please just let them go. You've tortured them enough."

"Jane."

"Oh God. Okay. I ... This slave said that she'll do anything and she will."

"That whipping without screaming sounded interesting."

"Oh God. Please no. I don't know if I can do it."

"Why'd you offer then?"

"Oh God. I had nothing else to offer. Please don't make me do that. Please."

"So then you aren't offering me anything."

Confusion laced her face. I watched as she sorted out the implications. "Please. I'll do anything you want. You can whip me. Hard. Anytime you want. I'll try. I'll do my best not to scream. Oh God. I don't know if I can do it. But I'll try. Please."

"Alright. But that's not all I want from you."

She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "You want me to go into the mall as well."

Sharp girl. "Yup."

"And not just as an observer." Really sharp. "Oh God. You're going to torment them. You are going to make me torment them. Aren't you? What are you going to do to them?"

"Now, it wouldn't be any fun if I told, now would it? But in the end, I'll let them go. The suffering will be temporary. At least for them."

"Oh God. Please don't do this. Just let them go."

"Jane. Here's the deal. I'm going to ask you to do some things that you are going to absolutely abhor doing. You won't want to do them. You can beg, but understand that you will have to do them in the end. Clear?"

"Will you let them go? Will you return them to the frozen state? Where none of this will have ever happened? They'll forget what I ... this slave ... had to do for you?"

I nodded. "Only you, me and Elizabeth will ever know what you had to do."

"You are a monster. What's the alternative? Them dying? What happens when they die? Do they go back to the frozen state? Or are they gone?"

"I really don't know." I was actually lying. I was pretty sure that if they died they would just magically return to the point at which they left their prime timeline when I decided to restart the world. To make everything smooth, it had to work that way. Able to resume their lives as though the secondary timeline had never existed. But it had never been tested. This is why I had to be careful of the girls. If I did have to kill to prevent other problems, I would lose them. I'd have to recapture them. And except for Christi and Jane, it was unlikely that I'd bother. Luckily the girls didn't know that. Might be smart enough to use it to their advantage. Place me in a position where I had to kill them. I'm actually surprised that none of them had tried it yet. Or maybe that was what Amy was trying? Silly, considering that she'd just reform in the living room where I originally found her, making it a simple matter to take her again. But she didn't know that.

"You don't know? You bastard. And you are playing with their lives? Our lives?"

"Jane. Come on. You want to do this? Or not?"

"God. I'm sorry. I said I'll do anything and I will. Just let them go. Okay?"

I nodded and kissed the top of her head. Her body wracked with her sobbing. Dreading what I would do with my power over her.

"Come on. We've got things to do." I pulled gently on her leash and aimed her up towards where Elizabeth was sitting on a car, quietly waiting for us. It was actually a curious sight. This naked, bound woman idly sitting on the hood on a taxi. Under other circumstances, that taxi would be dashing along like a maniac. But here, now, the same car was frozen in the middle of the street. Driver frozen giving somebody the finger. And none of them, the driver, not the passengers aware of the handcuffed, nude redhead perched comfortably on the hood of the taxi. Never would be aware of it. And Elizabeth, unselfconsciously sitting cross legged. Enjoying the morning sun. Head tilted back. Hair cascading down her bare back. If I only had a camera.

When we reached Elizabeth, I picked up the pack lying on the ground. I rooted through it, finding a pair of bright red ball gags. Jane's eyes widened when she saw what I had. Then she closed her eyes.

"Why?" she asked me. Pleading in her voice.

"Part of your deal."

"I don't remember making this a part of the deal."

"Anything. Remember?"

"Oh God. Why Elizabeth?" Noting that I had two gags.

"Because I feel like it."

Elizabeth was just watching the exchange with fear and confusion. Slipping her body off the hood of the taxi.

"Oh God." But Jane stopped and opened her mouth obediently. I made her stand like that for a moment and then stepped forward, pressing the ball in behind her teeth. She moaned a bit at the intrusion, but accepted it as I reached behind her head and tightened the strap. I turned to Elizabeth. She'd seen what I'd done to Jane and was shaking her head. Not wanting the gag. Understandably.

"Please no. Why? I haven't done anything." She was backing away from me.

"Elizabeth. I just want you two quiet for a while."

"We'll be silent. We won't talk. I swear it. You don't need ..."

"I know I don't have to do this. I want to. Your faces look so pretty with the gag in. I'll take it out soon. I promise."

"Oh God. Please no."

"Liz. Come on. You don't want worse things, do you?"

"Please. I haven't done anything. I've been good. I'll be quiet. Please."

I stepped up to the frightened girl. "Are you going to disobey?" I stroked her arm, reassuringly.

Tears running down her face, she shook her head. Closing her eyes, as though to shut out the sight of the ball, she tensed herself and opened her mouth. I gently pressed the ball behind her teeth. I don't think that Elizabeth had even seen anyone gagged before, much less felt it herself. I could tell that she was struggling not to push the intrusion out with her tongue. I secured the thing into her mouth and she moaned. Pleading with her eyes for me to remove it.

Instead, I picked up their leashes and gave them a brisk swat on the ass. Indicating that they should walk ahead of me. Their muffled squeals echoing off the buildings.

After a while, the women stopped shaking their heads, trying to dislodge the balls occupying their mouths. Finally accepting their position, they merely walked in silence where I guided them. Perhaps thankful that they weren't crawling along as I'd forced them to do last time they traveled this route. In an hour or so, we arrived at the mall. I could see Jane's body alternately tensing and then almost struggling forward against the leash as we got closer to our destination. I presume the changes in demeanor was due to her mind switching between excitement at seeing her family again and realization at what was going to happen when she did.

When we arrived at the mall, I had the women sit down on the curb outside of the mall entrance. About where I'd released Catherine and the BMW ride. I sort of regretted losing that car. It was nice. A lot nicer than the Toyota.  Though, I'm not usually partial to BMW's. It was comfortable. But I suppose, if I bent myself to the task, I could easily pick up another.

The girls thankfully sat down. Breathing heavily through their noses. Chests displaying their fantastic bared breasts. Heaving and a bit damp from perspiration. The women were unable to prevent the drool from falling from around their gags. I didn't find the drooling particularly attractive, but the gags weren't going to be in much longer anyway. The women, trying their best to plead through the muzzles.

Wiggling their bare toes. Still breathing heavily. Their feet probably sore from having to walk barefoot on the hard surface of the roads and sidewalks.  Perhaps on the return trip I'd allow them to walk part of the way on the grass.

On impulse, I reached for Jane's legs and guided them up into my lap. She looked curiously at me. Not quite sure what I was going to do. Resisting a bit, but not quite daring to stop me. I pressed my thumbs into the soles of her feet. They were a bit dusty, but not as dirty as I would have imagined after having walked for miles barefoot. I guess I'd have to let her shower again when we got back, or at least wash her feet. Jane moaned at the unexpected kindness. With her hands immobilized behind her back, she couldn't massage her own feet and I could tell that they were bothering her.  I almost asked her jokingly if she'd prefer to crawl to give her feet a rest. I resisted the impulse. I'd been cruel enough to her with the gag and all. After working on Jane's feet for a few minutes I guided Elizabeth's feet and repeated the procedure. Elizabeth, seeing what happened to Jane, was far less hesitant about bringing her feet up. Even helped me by raising her legs one at a time into position. Oblivious, or not caring anymore, about the show she gave me. The girls had given up on privacy. If I wanted to see their bodies, I would. That's all there was to it. They simply didn't have the right any longer as to who saw and touched their bodies. Their bodies were essentially mine. To do with as I pleased. The tired girl flushed, and moaned a bit through her gag as my fingers pressed into her feet. I had a sudden impulse to tickle her, but resisted. She too had been through enough in the torment department with that gag.

I released Elizabeth's toes and touched the girls' arms, indicating that they should rise again. Elizabeth pleaded with her eyes. The girls really wanted those gags off. I looked at her with a puzzled look on my face. She actually stamped her foot in frustration. I don't think I've ever actually seen a girl do that. It was kind of cute.

She leaned forward and rubbed her mouth on my arm. Trying her best to beg for me to take it out. I just looked at her quizzically. "Elizabeth? What's up?"

"Urg." she managed to mumble around the gag. Stroking my arm with her head.  Trying to make me understand.

"You want something?" I asked her. Hardly being able to maintain a straight face.

She nodded her head vigorously. I'll bet she wanted something.

"I wonder what?" I teased her. Her face fell as she realized that she was going to have to endure some humiliation before I took the thing out of her mouth. If I took it out. She just looked at me. Her eyes beginning to form tears. Her face fell and her body fell to her knees. Classic begging stance. Despite the fact that there was no indication that I would remove the thing from her mouth, she had to try. Struggling to ignore the humiliation of begging.

"She wants something?" I talked almost to myself. Maddening the tormented female at my feet.

Nodding.

"She wants to be punished?"

A big shake of her head.

"She wants to crawl instead of walk?"

Another big shake of her head.

"She wants to beg?"

A slow nod.

"Beg for what? Sex? She wants to have sex with me?"

I watched as her face fell into confusion. I could tell just what was going through her mind. Would having sex with me get me to take that gag out? Should she agree to it? Or tell the truth and tell me that she didn't want sex, but just wanted the gag out? Hard decision when all you can do is nod or shake your head. I was actually curious how she was going to answer. After a moment, she very slowly shook her head.

"She doesn't want to have sex with me? That's strange. I was planning on removing the gag so she could use her mouth if she did. I guess that's not it."

She realized her mistake. Truthfully, she couldn't help but make a mistake.  I was going to torment her no matter what her answer was. She mewled behind the gag and shuffled forward on her bare knees. Probably scraping them on the sidewalk. She just looked up at me from her knees, tears running down her helpless face and nodded. Trying to tell me that she would have sex with me to get the gag out.

I chose to interpret it differently. I was being a bastard. Had her mouth been free, she probably would have told me that too.

"You want sex, now? But not with me? Who then? Jane?"

A shake of her head. Still crying.

"This is so damn confusing. You don't want sex. Then you want it. Then you don't. Silly female. Typical though."

She just hung her head in defeat and sobbed.

I spoke down to her kneeling form. "Elizabeth?"

She raised her face.

"Sweetheart. I don't understand you."

She managed to stop the crying and gave me one of those famous faces that females can do so well. One of those you'd-understand-me-if-you-took-this-damn-gag-out-of-my-stupid-mouth looks. I'd seen this face before. She tried her best to speak around the gag. The words just not being formed in any intelligible way. The ball tangling her tongue and muffling the sounds. As she realized the futility of her situation, her frustration got the better of her and the tears began again. She struggled with the handcuffs. Wanting so much to be able to take the gag off herself. Her face a mask of frustration, pain and helplessness.

I just couldn't keep a straight face any longer. I almost laughed as I said to the tormented girl, "Maybe it would help if I took this thing out." I touched the ball wedged behind her teeth. She nodded. Bigtime.

I reached down and released the gag at the back of her head. She immediately pushed the gag out with her tongue. Sighing.

"Now, what is it that you wanted to beg for?", smiling evilly at her.

She worked her mouth. It must have been *really* cramped after having worn that thing for an hour or so. I had it in tight. And the ball wasn't the smallest in the world. It had really stretched her jaw.

"Oh my God. You have no idea how damn uncomfortable that thing is. It's okay for about the first five minutes. Then your jaw aches. Then it begins to cramp. Then it just plain hurts. Please don't put that thing in me again.  I'll do whatever you want. God."

"Elizabeth? Why are you telling me this?"

"You just don't care if we're in pain do you?"

"Sometimes I like it."

"I noticed. Please. Leave it out for a while. I'll do anything for you. I'll crawl. I'll give you the blow job you wanted." She moved her face closer to my jeans. "Anything. I'll be quiet if you want. Just tell me. Just. Please. No more gag."

"So. Do you think Jane's mouth is hurting too?"

A mewling noise from behind me. Jane making herself known. Probably trying to plead through the gag. She was hurting as well. It was almost a rhetorical question. Except I expected an answer from Elizabeth.

"Master. Please. I'll beg for her. She's in agony too. Please take it out.  Please. She's in pain. Trust me."

"But isn't that a reason to leave it in?"

"I guess. If you are punishing her."

"What if she said that she'll do anything for me and what I want is her mouth in agony?"

"Then you're an unfeeling monster. You have no idea of how much it hurts.  You probably wouldn't do it to us if you had ever felt it. Please. You don't need to gag her. She'll keep quiet on her own."

"If I take that gag out of her mouth, the first thing she'll do is beg me to stay out here instead of going in the mall." I turned to Jane. "Isn't that right?"

Her face was tear streaked. She closed her eyes and shook her head. Probably trying to tell me that she'd be quiet if I wanted. Anything to get that damn ball out of her mouth.

Elizabeth spoke from the ground. "Please. Master. If you are going to keep her gagged, don't tease her. But don't you like hearing her beg? Please. She's hurting."

I ignored Elizabeth and came close to Jane. I looked her in the face.

"Janey?" She nodded. "If I take this out, will you behave?"

She nodded. She would have behaved anyway. The girls were still frightened.

I reached behind her head and unbuckled the leather strap. She wearily pushed the gag out of her mouth and tried to lick the drool from her lips.

She sighed. "A slave girl thanks her master. She'll be silent for you, now."  She sank to her knees and kept silent. Presuming that I still didn't want her to talk. Actually I didn't care. But it was fine if she didn't talk yet. She would talk when we entered the mall. Begging me. I doubted if she could stop herself, unless I expressly forbade it, or gagged her.

to be continued.......