I tossed the gags into the pack. I'd have to have one of the girls rinse off the toys later. No sense in getting the whole pack of them sick by switching around gags and stuff. Just because I was controlling a new timeline doesn't mean that I could be careless of basic hygiene. Not a lot of doctors wandering around. Same reason I didn't want to hurt them too badly. Infected cuts could cause problems for me.

I helped the two girls off their knees and guided them towards the mall entrance. Jane hesitated, as I knew she would. Wearily I turned back towards her, knowing what was coming. I knew I should have kept her gagged. At least until we got to her family.

"Please. Master. Can this slave speak now?"

It wasn't going to do her any good at all, but I thought it might be entertaining to hear her beg.

"Alright."

"Th-this slave was wondering ... hoping ... that you might reconsider taking her into this mall."

"Why's that?"

"Please. This slave is begging her master not to have to torment her family. It's not right. Not fair. She's been a good girl. Even helped you with the others. Please. God. Have some mercy on her."

"Your family is going to want to see you."

She looked down at herself. Collar. Leash. Bare. Hands chained behind her. "Please. Sir. Not like this. They won't want to see me like this. And I ... th-this slave doesn't want to see them suffering. Please.  Just return them. Have some compassion."

"You father is going to think that I hurt you. And your mother and sister. Maybe even killed you. How am I going to convince them that you are alright, if you aren't there."

"Oh God."

"And if you aren't there, whose going to be there to stop me from hurting them more than I should? Who will be there to beg for them?"

"Please. Don't hurt them."

"If there's nobody around to beg me to stop, why wouldn't I just keep hurting them?"

She just looked at me dully, defeat in her eyes. "Alright. You bastard. I. Th-this slave will come along if you allow her. Master?"

"Yes?"

"What if they have already ..." she broke down crying unable to continue the thought.

"Jane. They're fine. Very thirsty. Very hungry. Maybe uncomfortable. But they'll be there. Okay?"

She nodded. Tears still rolling down her face.

I gathered up the womens' leashes and led them past the glass doors. As I walked into the mall I heard singing. A throaty voice singing "Joy, to the World." As Jane's bare feet crossed over the threshold and into the mall, she stopped, bringing us to a stop. Elizabeth almost walking into me again.

"'lainey?" she whispered. Then raising her voice. "'lainey?"

I heard a faint voice from down the mall, croaking. "Jane? Thank God. Are you alright?"

I turned to Elizabeth.

"Lizzy?" she nodded. "I need you to find water. A fair bit of it. Bring it to the center aisle of the mall. Can you do that?"

"Please. Master. Maybe. But my hands." I reached forward and she turned around. I released her cuffs. "Back in front." Meekly she held out her hands in front of her and I slipped the cuffs back onto her. I nodded to her. She scampered away in search of water.

Jane just whispered to me, "Please. I'm begging you. Do what you want to me, but please just let them have the water and free them. Please."

I tugged her leash and pulled her stumbling behind me. Ignoring her plea. In moments we were in front of the suffering family. I must have left them longer than I'd intended. Hard to keep track of time in this timeline. I couldn't quite recall when I'd left them. They looked like hell.

Dora, the mother, was still lying on top of Elaine, the sister. Her lips parched. Her eyes slightly sunken. Her wrists badly chafed where the rope held her to her elder daughter. Probably bruised her wrists trying to free herself. Getting out of Jane's knots, though, you may as well not bother trying. Elaine, her eyes closed looked a bit better. But still awful dry. The father, Dave, was still sitting bound in Jane's knots. Though he had managed to push the gag out of his mouth. His eyes were closed as well. He appeared to be sleeping.

Dora looked up and in a raspy voice spoke. "Thank God. I thought that you'd left us for dead."

Jane whispered to me. "Oh God. Please. Master. This slave begs to be allowed to go to them. Please." I nodded and she scampered forward on her bare feet. Kneeling down beside her mother and sister. Nuzzling her mother. Unable to touch her with her hands bound behind her. They cried a bit. Calling each other's names. Asking if they were alright. They lied to each other telling that they were fine and not to worry. The usual. Finally, Jane just leaned in closer to her mother's ear.

"Mom? Listen to me. He's going to give you water soon. Okay? He's just sent Elizabeth to find some. He's going to make me do terrible things. I'm going to let him." She choked a bit on her tears. "It was the only way to get you out of this. Okay? He's going to let you go at the end.  I promise. All of you. Just do whatever he says. No matter what you think of it. It will be alright. He'll hurt me. Maybe hurt you. But at least you'll be alive. Please. For me?"

"Jane. Has he hurt you? Raped you? Is he going to let you go as well?"

"Mom. I'm going to be honest with you. He's hurt me. Not badly. He hasn't raped me. I promise. And I don't think he'll let me go with you. But I'll be alright. He hasn't treated me badly. As long as I obey him, it's okay. I'm strong. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Worry about Elaine and Daddy. Just do what he says and he'll let you go."

"Oh God."

I looked over my shoulder. Elizabeth was walking quickly towards me. Concern on her face. I waited for her to approach. Jane continued talking to her mother.

Elizabeth had come empty handed. Before I could question her, she spoke.  "Please. Sir. Don't punish me. But ..."

"Water?" I asked her.

"Please. I was trying to explain. I found water. But I c-couldn't get at it. Please don't punish me. Oh God." She was very frightened for some reason. Perhaps just a remainder of the Amy incident.

"Couldn't get at it?"

"I. I found a variety store back there. Please. It's not my fault. It has a fridge at the back. Lots of bottles of water. I couldn't get at them. I couldn't open the doors. I tried. I really tried. I even tried to break the glass for you. I just hurt my hands. Please don't punish me. I don't want the gag back. Please."

"Do you need your handcuffs off?"

She looked confused. "Sir?"

"Could you open the fridge if your handcuffs were off?" I was thinking she couldn't reach the lock.

She began to cry helplessly. Shook her head. I was completely confused. She was frightened. That I understood. She didn't want to be punished.  Was afraid of the gag. No use lying. If she couldn't open the doors with or without the handcuffs. I'd find out. She couldn't understand herself why she couldn't open the doors. A seemingly simple task.

"Calm down, Elizabeth. Stay here."

I walked back to Jane, still talking and crying softly with her mother.

"Janey? I have a problem here. I have to leave for a minute. Come here."

"Oh God. They need water. Please."

"I'm trying to get some water. You have to come with me for a second."

She climbed to her feet. Still babbling. "Please. My father. He passed out a while ago. A few hours. Mom hasn't been able to wake him. Please can we see if he's alright. Oh God." The girl was starting to get hysterical. I wasn't too surprised. I knew it was a risk if I wanted to involve Jane in this. I gently slapped her face. Not hard. Just to bring her back to reality. Dora moaned, but Jane just snapped back. She'd been through worse than a light slap. Much worse. "Oh God. I'm sorry. But my father. Please."

"Alright. Alright. Just come with me."

Jane looked over her shoulder at her bound family, but allowed me to guide her a little way away. Nearer Elizabeth. I walked her to a large support pillar that stood in the middle of the mall. I fished a short length of chain out of the pack and wrapped it around the pillar. Using a padlock to secure it. I connected a link of the chain to Jane's collar and locked it in place. Jane protested weakly. "Please. Why?"

"Jane. That's your family over there. Hurting. I can't risk you being free and about while I deal with this problem. Normally, I'd trust you. I have before. But not now. I can't risk you doing something silly."

She understood. No matter how hard it was on her. She was a bright girl. She knew that I just was keeping her from doing something she'd regret. She nodded and simply asked, "What problem?"

"I don't know yet. Elizabeth was having trouble with the water."

"Oh God. They need water."

"I know dear. I know. I'll be back in a few moments."

I walked back over to her father. Dave, I think his name was. I checked. His wrists were chafed as were Dora's. He just appeared to be sleeping. Perhaps getting away from the pain for a while. He was breathing shallowly. I didn't wake him. Probably just exhausted. I'd wake him when the water was available.

I reported back to Jane. "Janey. Your father is just sleeping. He's alright. He's breathing. Okay?"

The girl was crying, but she nodded. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have her here. But what was done, was done. No sense in backing things up. We'd make out alright. Jane would survive.

I walked over to Elizabeth. "Show me." She led me back to the variety store.

Along the way she tried to explain herself to me. "I don't understand it. I feel so useless. Please don't punish me. It's not my fault. Really, I tried."

"Elizabeth. Honestly. It's OK. I won't punish you unless you did something really braindead."

She looked relieved. Until she realized that she may have missed something obvious. A catch on the door. Something. She wasn't in the clearest state of mind. She held her breath as I approached the fridge she had indicated. She pointed with her bound hands. It was just one of those upright refrigerators that keep soft drinks, bottled water, juice and such. True to her word, the top shelf was full of spring water. There wasn't a lock. There didn't seem to be any reason that she couldn't just slide the thing open and do what I asked. I looked at her puzzled. She just looked a little uneasy.

I tried to open the door. No go. The damn thing wouldn't open. Stuck. I checked for a lock. Ice. Anything. Until, my brain kicked in. Elizabeth and I were in our own little pocket of normal time. The refrigerator was sitting in the prime timeline. Frozen to us. In the hardware store it had been easier to cast a large bubble of time around the whole store and remove the people that I wasn't interested in from the timeline. Jane was able to get at the water in the office and nothing was frozen. As long as you didn't step foot outside of the store doors. And even there I just slowed time down, so any escape attempt wouldn't end up with the girl snapping back to normal time. I couldn't do that here. Too many people in the mall. Too hard to remove the pockets where the people were. Too many places to miss people. Store rooms. Washrooms. Offices.  I must have been getting tired not to realize this right away. I stepped back.

I concentrated and cast a bubble of normal time around the cooler. I heard it hum to life.

"Try it now."

Elizabeth walked forward and tried to open the door. Surprised that it slid open without a problem.

"Please. I'm confused. Please don't punish me. I swear it didn't open before. What did you do?"

I toyed with the idea of messing with her mind. Punishing her anyway. But I had work to do with Jane's family. The father was in rough shape. Needed water. I left the issue open.

"Elizabeth? You know there's a punishment for lying."

"Oh God. Please. I'm not lying. I couldn't open it before. Please. I. Don't want to be punished. I. The doors wouldn't open before. Really."

"We'll see. Grab some water for now." She held out her bound arms. I'd intended to just have her pick up a couple of bottles, but she was right. We were going to need a lot of water. That was a whole family out there. Dying of dehydration. I picked up a bunch of water bottles. Loading them onto her arms. I'm sure that they were heavy. At least for a girl. But she didn't complain. I picked up a couple of bottles in my hands and she trailed me carefully and a bit slower making her way back out to the tormented family.

I approached Jane, still chained to the pillar. Her eyes locked onto the bottles of water.

I began to unchain the nude woman from the pillar, leaving the links hanging from her throat. She whimpered, but didn't speak.

"Jane. I know you won't understand, but remember the way I had you give Kimberly the water? At first?"

"Oh God. Please don't make me do that. It's. It's so humiliating."

"Jane. You have to trust me on this. It's for their own good." I wasn't lying here. Giving them the cold water in great gulps would just make them sick. Their bodies desperately needing the fluid, but rejecting it.

"You are such a bastard. I'll do it. Please. Unchain my hands? Please?"

I nodded. "I'll unchain your hands from behind you so you can get the water yourself. Do you promise to behave yourself?"

She looked down. "Yes. I'll behave."

"Okay. One mouthful to each. Slowly. Move from person to person." I unlocked the handcuffs from behind her back. Moving her wrists in front of her. I pressed the cold bottle of water into her hands and undid the top. Her eyes were begging me not to subject her to this. It was one thing to have to kiss Kimberly. Not related. But she was going to have to give her mother, her father and her sister water through kisses. I couldn't help her here. Her family simply couldn't take the water any other way. I'd have to let the water stand to cool and somehow convince the thirsty ones to sip it. And Jane would be angry at me anyway for making them wait. Not that I cared. But this had a dual purpose. The family was far too dry to care how they got fluid.

Jane, hate filling her eyes, raised the bottle to her own lips, filling her mouth. She held the water, distending her cheeks with it. She walked over to her mother and sister, touching her mother's lips with her own. Their lips making a seal, opening. I watched her mother's throat muscles kick in and swallow the water. Jane broke the forced kiss and filled her mouth again. Prepared to give her mother another mouthful of the precious liquid. I gently touched her shoulder.

"Jane. Give the next mouthful to Elaine. You have to rotate."

"Listen to him," her mother whispered. I suspect that the mother knew why I was forcing this to go slowly. With body temperature water. I never knew what she did. Perhaps a nurse?

Not quite understanding, Jane shuffled to her sister. Leaning down between her mother's legs, kissing her sister full on the mouth. Giving her the mouthful of water. Elaine sighed as the kiss was broken. Wanting more. Much more.

I indicated the father. Still blissfully asleep. Not having to watch this.

I sat on the bench beside him and gently shook his shoulder. He stirred but didn't awaken. I gently slapped his face. He awoke with a start struggling with the bonds. Probably not realizing where he was. His eyes registered comprehension and he growled at me.

"You fucking son-of-a-bitch. I am going to kill you. My family," he was very calm about it. His voice was far more raspy than even Dora's. I think I read somewhere that males get dehydrated much quicker than females.

Jane, still having not filled her mouth with water, spoke from her knees.

"Daddy? It's OK. Please don't threaten him. He's going to let you all go. Everyone but me. Please. He's going to give you some water."

"I don't want his water. The son-of-a-bitch. Are you alright sweetheart?"

"Daddy. I'm fine. He hasn't hurt me. He's treated me well. Better than you. Please. Trust me. You'll be fine."

"Sweety. My sweet Jane. You sure you are alright?"

She swallowed any semblance of pride and willed the tears out of her eyes. "Yes Daddy. I wouldn't lie to you," she lied. "Please. You have to take some water or he's going to hurt you. Or me. I'm sorry Daddy, but he's making me give the water mouth to mouth. I don't know why. I've already given a mouthful to Elaine and Mom. It doesn't bother me. Please?"

"Water. God. What does that taste like again?" he rasped.

"Please Daddy? Let me give you some water."

"Alright, sweety. For you." Hate in his eyes.

Jane just tilted the water bottle up again, pleading in her eyes. Filled her small mouth again. Rose up on her knees and leaned into her father, giving him a full kiss on the mouth. Transferring the water. His throat muscles working, taking every drop.

Jane worked tirelessly. Moving from person to person. Giving them the water until the water bottle was gone. Colour began to return to them all as the water was absorbed into their systems. Finally the water was gone and Jane rose up on her knees and looked at me questioningly.

"Please. Master. Can a slave have the other bottle?"

"Oh God. What now?"

"Jane. Remember those nipple clamps I put on you a day ago?"

"Oh God. How could I forget? Please."

"I want you to go get them."

Her eyes darted to the pack. "Please no. Don't make me do this."

"Jane. Anything. Remember?"

"But why? Please. I've done everything you wanted. I don't need to be punished. Oh God. Please don't make me wear them."

"Jane," I spoke to her a little more gently. "I just want to see you in them. After you put them on, I'll let you give your family another bottle of water. Okay? I'm not punishing you. You can put them on yourself. You don't have to tighten them beyond keeping them on your nipples. It doesn't have to hurt. Relax. Okay?"

"Oh. Please. Alright."

She rose to her feet and walked over to where Elizabeth was quietly kneeling and watching this. She picked through the pack of equipment, finally coming up with the pair of clamps. She walked back and knelt down. She tried one last time.

"Please don't make me wear these things. No matter what they hurt when I move."

"Put them on Jane. Maybe later I'll let you beg to have them off."

"Oh God." Her slender fingers worked at the small wheels, drawing her nipples into the clamps and tightening them. Wincing as she tightened them on herself; just tight enough that those small sensitive bits of flesh would hold the clamps and chain to her. Not nearly as tight as I'd done to her to punish her. Tears threatened, but she willed them away again.

I opened the second bottle of water and held it out to her. She inched over on her knees and grasped it with her bound hands. Taking a deep breath and taking a mouthful. She resumed her task. Giving water mouth to mouth to mouth in a big cycle. Each member of her family drinking greedily from the offered fluid.

As the bottle slowly depleted, I crouched beside Elaine's head. She had a pretty good view of her mother's open crotch. Though I doubt if she appreciated the picture in front of her.

I whispered to her. "How are you feeling Elaine?"

"Better," she replied weakly.

"Would you like me to untie you?"

"More than anything in the world. Please."

"Soon."

"God, what's it like to stand?"

"Oh you won't be standing. The correct question would be, what's it like to kneel?"

"Whatever you want. As long as it doesn't involve me lying on the floor in ropes."

I nodded, rose and returned to Elizabeth. She just looked up at me.

"Why are you making her do this?" Meaning Jane.

"I have my reasons."

"You made her do this to that other girl, Kimberly, too. Didn't you?"

"Yes. Why?"

"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?"

"Hello?"

"I mean. After jogging, I never could drink cold water. It would make me sick. You are forcing them to drink slow. So they won't reject the water."

"Pretty smart girl."

"They should be thanking you."

"I don't need thanks. They'll have plenty to hate me for as soon as they are a bit stronger. Besides, thanking me would be a bit ironic don't you think?"

"You make us thank you for our punishments."

"Sometimes."

She lapsed into silence for a while. We just watched Jane work her way through that second bottle. On her bare knees. Naked. Moving from person to person. Kissing. Releasing. Moving on. The nipple clamps and attached fine chain gently swinging from her chest. Finally Elizabeth spoke again. Softly. "What are you going to do to them? Us? Me?"

"I'm going to torment them for a while. Humiliate Jane. If you behave you can keep pretty clear of this mess."

"Do you have to humiliate us? Constantly? We are people down here you know?"

"I don't know why I'm telling you any of this. But I'm just an odd one. The guy that figured out time just happened to be a pervert. He's a bastard. And he likes to dominate women. I know you are people. I know you don't like it. And I know it turns me on. Terribly. Can't help it."

She just nodded. "You know that there are plenty of women that *like* to be subservient. Why us?"

"You were there. You were attractive. I don't have to wait until I find a subservient woman. You are now a subservient woman. Like it or not. If I happen to find a submissive woman, I wouldn't turn her away or anything."

"Are you frustrated?"

Another one of those female things? Abrupt change of conversation? I pulled the typical male response. "Huh?"

"Please don't punish me. If you don't want to answer, just ignore me. I don't count anyway. I was just wondering if you were sexually frustrated?"

"Now why would you ask that?"

"Come on. I know I haven't exactly been around all the time. Being tied up in the hotel, and left in cars and stuff, but I get the impression that you haven't been ... uhhhh ... partaking of us as much as you could. I mean, you are surrounded by gorgeous girls. Don't think I haven't noticed. Jane and Christi could be models. You keep us all naked. And completely helpless. You could rape us at will. You haven't even touched me beyond what was necessary to tie me up. And I don't think you've raped any of the others. Christi told me that she was going to try and have sex with you. Don't know if that happened or not. I fell asleep that night."

"I'm alright. If I needed favours, I'd take them."

"I know. I don't doubt that you are capable of it. But if it would help.  If it would stop you from needing to see us completely humiliated all the time. Stop some of the punishment. Please. I'm offering myself.  I'll do it whenever you want or need. Please."

I looked at her. Her head now bowed. Jane was almost done that second bottle of water and would be back looking for a third.

"Elizabeth? Are you alright?"

"Not really. I've just offered myself in exchange for some better treatment. How do you think that makes me feel?" Her bare shoulders shaking.

"Elizabeth, listen to me." I crouched down and cupped her face. Forcing her to look at me. "I'm not going to rape you. I might take you up on your offer someday, but not now. I don't need it. When I do, I will ask. And at the moment I'm not sure that I want to make any deals that involve giving anyone better treatment. Okay?"

"I know. But I also know how hard it is. On the others. Amy. Me. Everyone. We're not used to this life. As slaves. As human pets. God what I wouldn't do for some clothes. Or just some privacy. I never knew what I had until you took it away."

"If it makes you feel any better, I think that you are adjusting a lot better than I ever would have imagined."

"That's scary coming from a guy that doesn't give a crap what I want. And can make me do almost anything he wants."

I noticed out of the corner of my eye Jane rising to her feet again. An empty water bottle between her fingers. Walking to towards us.

"Elizabeth. I'm not going to keep this going forever. Promise. You'll go home and never realize it ever happened. Happy in your life again."

"Thanks for letting me vent without punishing me."

"My pleasure. I occasionally need to know how you women are feeling. But who said anything about not punishing you?"

A scared look crossed her face until she saw my grin. Knowing I was kidding. She stuck her tongue out at me playfully. I wish I knew where these girls had picked up that habit. I would punish the girl who started it. I guess I could have stopped it, but they needed some release. And it was harmless enough. Kind of cute actually.

By this point Jane had approached.

"What were you two talking about. Me?"

"Sort of," I replied. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah. I'm peachy."

"Didn't sarcasm get you in trouble once before? Those clamps not tight enough for you?"

She turned pale. "Oh God. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. It won't happen again. A slave girl begs you to forgive her. She's just a little tired. She's never had to perform s-such a marathon of kissing like that before. Please don't tighten them. Oh God. Please."

"Perhaps we should get you more used to kissing marathons."

"With you?" A mischievous grin spread across her face, somehow knowing that I wasn't going to punish her this time.

"How about we tighten those things more instead?"

She sobered quickly. "Please no."

"It's alright. Just watch yourself. Okay?"

She sank to her knees. Handing me the empty bottle. Too frightened to say anything more. I took the bottle from her fingers and placed it on the floor with the small pile of full bottles of water that Elizabeth had carried over. Jane's eyes followed the path of the empty bottle. Couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the pile of bottles. Wanting to ask for another bottle but a bit afraid of opening her mouth. A bit afraid of what she'd have to do to get another bottle for her family. But nevertheless knowing that she'd do it.

I settled myself on the floor with the two girls. Just watching Jane. She began to shift her weight on her knees. Uncomfortable at my scrutiny of her. Finally it became too much for her. She slipped into her slave talk.

"Master? Please. Can a girl speak? Please?"

I nodded.

"Oh God. Please. My family ... I mean ... This slave's family still needs water. Can this slave please beg for more? Please?"

I could see that her family was beginning to recover. They had gained colour already. Their faces becoming more alive. Their struggles against the ropes becoming more pronounced. Especially the father. It was as though the dehydration had completely drained their will, but now, having some water again, the thirst abated somewhat, they again had become a little more aware of themselves. Their positions. And not liking it much. Dora was wincing as she moved her wrists against the rope. But she still tried. I guess I couldn't blame her.

I turned back to Jane.

"Beg me to whip you."

"Oh God. Please God. No. Not in front of my family. Please. Oh God." She began to weep. Murmuring. This was just too much for her. I could tell that I was pushing her beyond what her mind would accept. That could be dangerous. I realized that this situation was simply too much for anyone to stand. She'd held up unbelievably well. But she had warned me. That she couldn't do this. It was her family after all.

I felt Elizabeth touch me gently on the shoulder. I turned back away from Jane.

"Please. You can't do this to her. That's her family. My God. I couldn't imagine if you'd asked me to do half these things in front of people I loved. I couldn't do it. You just have no concept of this. She'll have a nervous breakdown if you force her to do much more. And she'll be good for nothing. Please. I don't believe that I'm going to offer this. God. If you need to humiliate someone, please, let me take her place. Chain her up outside if you have to. I'll beg you to whip me. I'll take her pain. Please."

She was serious. I couldn't imagine her doing such a thing. Offering herself to be dominated. Hurt. For Jane. A complete stranger. Perhaps, complete stranger is a bit strong. They had some things in common. And I guess that ultimately, they might know each other more intimately than your average best friends. I guess I could understand.

I heard a soft whisper behind me. Jane. "Please, master. A slave begs t-to be wh-whipped. Please." Still crying.

I leaned down to Elizabeth. Her face falling. "Elizabeth. I appreciate the offer. And I might still take you up on it. But I really do want Jane to do this. I have my reasons. I'll let her know that you offered though. I'm not going to put her through much more. She can't take much more. Her mind is already beginning to turn off. I don't want a catatonic girl either."

Elizabeth, crying a bit, just nodded.

I turned back to Jane. Her teary eyes turned up towards me. A glimmer of anger, and helplessness glowing behind her eyes. As I turned she whispered again. "Please don't make me do this."

"Jane. This is the last thing. I promise. I'll let them go after this."

"You swear it?"

"I do. There is one more big show. And I'll free them. They won't even need more water. Though, I will get Elizabeth to give your father more. I just thought you should know. Elizabeth offered to take your place. I wouldn't let her."

Jane took a deep breath. "Oh God. Elizabeth. I couldn't have let her do it either."

"Jane. This is not going to be fun for you. I know that. You might even hate me forever. But I can live with that."

She managed to stop crying. Steeling herself for the task ahead of her. "I won't hate you. I don't believe I'm saying this, but I won't. I'll be alright. What do I have to do?"

"Have you ever used a vibrator before?"

She gasped. "Oh God."

"Have you?"

She just shook her head. Eyes wide.

"How do you normally masturbate then?"

"Oh God. I can't. I never ... I won't ... Oh my God."

"Jane? You've never masturbated yourself?"

"Oh God. I can't tell ... Oh God."

"You have. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Again her body language betrayed her. It was pretty easy to tell that she had.

"Oh. God. Please. That's my father over there. Please. No. I can't. Not in front of him."

"With a vibrator? Dildo?"

"I ... I ... please god ... my fingers. Once." Tears began to form again in her eyes as she made the admission.

"Jane, calm."

"Please no. I just tried it once to see what it was like. It. It felt dirty."

"Jane." I spoke a bit more sharply to her. I raised my hand to slap her again. She was falling off the edge into hysteria. She managed to get control of herself without me having to slap her.

"Please. Th-this slave doesn't want to do that. She can't. Please. Master. Please don't make her. Please." She whispered the last word. I could hear Elizabeth crying softly behind me.

"Jane. Listen to me. You've done so much worse. I've forced you to beg for an orgasm. I've whipped your breasts and it turned you on. Jane. This is nothing. Christi's done it for me. Lots of times." Even though I was trying to get her to calm down. I didn't believe my own words. We all have our personal daemons. Our irrationalities. Our personal horrors. Yes, she'd been through a lot. She'd been through humiliation that I couldn't even imagine. But this seemed to be above and beyond all that for some reason.

"Please." She just wept and begged. "Please don't make this slave m-masturbate in front of her father. I'll do it. I'll masturbate for you. Gladly. I'll do it in front of everyone else. Just not my father. You have no idea. Oh God. Please. I'll do anything else. Whip me in front of him. Make me scream until I'm hoarse. I'll crawl. I can't. Oh my God. I just can't. Not in front of him."

I wasn't quite sure of anything anymore. Only that she really didn't want to pleasure herself in front of her father. Her father that had seen her strip for him. Watched his daughter who made love to her sister in front of him. Had watched her breasts bound and beaten. Listened to her screams. Watched as she gave herself to me to reduce their suffering. This man that she had French kissed, nude, to give him a mouthful of water. I was surprised that she had any self-respect left. But she was pretty adamant. The only way that I was going to get some agreement on this issue was some other persuasive techniques. I knew I could make her do it, but what would be the consequences? It wouldn't kill her. She'd be ashamed. Embarrassed. Humiliated beyond comprehension. The only real danger would be if she went over the edge. Insane. I could only push these women so far. But I wanted them sane.

"Jane. I can give you an option."

"What?" She sniffled. A bit of hope crept into her eyes. Hope that I had to dash if I wanted her to do as I'd asked. Still nude on her knees.

"You can do something else I'd like to see."

"Oh God. What?"

"You can give your father a blow job." I didn't really expect her to do that. I would never, in a million years expect her to do that. Unless I forced her to. Impossible. It was just a suggestion that I figured would be a lot more distasteful than having her masturbate for him.

She just numbly nodded. Surprised me all to hell. She'd prefer to give her own father a blow job, than to masturbate in front of him. I briefly entertained the notion of allowing her to switch tasks. Problem was, that giving her own father a blow job *would* traumatize her. This would be fine if I was just going to return both of them. The trauma would disappear with their memories. But I was fully intending to keep Jane for a while yet. I wasn't about to allow her to do it. Not now, anyway. Didn't need a traumatized girl.

"After you whip him. And you know where. Plus fifty strokes on Elaine's breasts and pussy," I quickly added to the task. Eventually it would become distasteful enough that she'd choose the direction that I wanted from her.

"Oh God. You can't be serious." I remembered my original threats from when I had originally took them. The thing Jane couldn't stand was to cause her sister pain. Her father, she might do.

"So?"

"I'll give my Dad a blow job for you. I swear it. But you know I can't hit her. Especially there. I can't. I can't hit him. Not there. Oh God."

I affected a quizzical look. "I'm hearing a lot of 'can't' from a girl that swore that she'd do anything."

She paled. Her eyes still letting tears fall down her face like there was a flood behind her face.

"Oh God. Please have mercy on me. I didn't want to be here. I begged you not to bring me here. Please just let them go. Do whatever you want to me."

"Jane. I am doing what I want to you."

"Oh God. Do I still have a choice?"

"Choice about what?"

"Please. I'll beg you."

I was truly confused. "Beg?"

"Oh God. I can't believe I'm going to do this." Her face completely flushed. "Please. Master. A slave is begging on her knees. Please allow her to masturbate in front of her family." Choking. Tears falling freely. Face burning. Breasts heaving with her distress.

I began to realize what choice she "wanted" to make. The one I was desperately trying to guide her towards. I didn't really want to see her give her father a blow job nor whip him or her sister. Granted, it may have been interesting, but the picture that I was planning held my interest. And it involved her willingness to pleasure herself in front of her family.

"So now you want to masturbate?"

"Yes. Please. It's better than having to whip them." She managed to choke out around sobs.

"Beg me to hit you while you masturbate."

"Oh God. I can't. Please don't make me do that. You know what that will do to me."

I did. That is why I suggested it. I just looked at the tormented woman.

She managed to choke out another line. "Oh my God. Please whip me while I ... I ... I'm doing it."

"Doing what?"

"You goddamn bastard. Pleasuring myself."

"You want to be hit while you are masturbating?"

"Yes." Resigned.

"And you'd like to tongue your mother while you are doing it?"

"Oh my God."

"Wouldn't you?"

"Oh shit. Please."

"Wouldn't you?"

"No." Sullenly.

"Wouldn't you?"

"Oh Christ. Please."

"Wouldn't you?"

"Yes." Resigned. I watched as her eyes retreated. Her face blanked. I was afraid that I'd pushed her too hard and that she had retreated into herself. She was retreating to avoid the pain. I reached out and brushed one of her clamped nipples lightly. She gasped. Expression returned to her face. I suspect that I'd almost lost her there. The soft brush on her nipple catching her attention just before she lost herself. I gathered her up into my arms and kissed her cheek. Rocking her. Sobbing quietly to herself. Knowing what I was going to force her to do. Finally, I let her climb back to her knees.

"You ready?"

"No. You bastard. I hate you."

"I know. Why don't you get a vibrator. Pick one that you think will be comfortable."

"Please don't make me do this. I can't. I'll die."

"You'll be fine. I won't let you die."

"I know. And you are a bastard for it." But she moved to the pack and dug until she found a smallish smooth pink vibrator. She looked at it with fear in her eyes. Knowing that she was going to have to use it. Like it or not. A flush climbed to her face. "Please. Can a slave beg for something?"

"Not if it involves you not doing this."

She gulped. "Lubricant?"

"Lubricant?"

"Please. Can a slave use some lubricant for her ... thing?"

"Thing?"

"Oh God. Vibrator."

"You need lubricant?"

"Th-this sl-slave is frightened. She doesn't think that she can get w-wet enough to make it comfortable. At first. Please?"

I weighed the options in my mind. I was pretty sure that after the initial hesitation. A couple of blows with the whip. Once she managed to shut out the image of her family, she'd produce enough natural lubrication. On the other hand, I really had pushed her this time. She deserved something. She was behaving far better than I ever would have imagined. I nodded and she let her breath out. She'd been waiting for my answer. She lifted a tube of K-Y out of the pack. She closed her eyes and climbed to her bare feet. Crying as she approached her family. Kneeling down by Elaine's head and her mother's crotch. On the side opposite to where her father was bound. Silently waiting for me. Not anxious to start her own humiliation.

I crouched to Elizabeth. She spoke before I'd even gotten settled.

"You fucking despicable son of a bitch. Can't you see what this is going to do to her. She has been nothing but cooperative on this whole insane game of yours. Most women would have curled up in a little ball, mumbling in their insanity by now. She's strong. I'll give her that. But I saw her. You almost fucking lost her into herself. Fuck. What the fuck are you trying to do? Make her insane? Can't you give her a break? She's a human being you know? She hurts? Just like you do. Just like I do. I can't believe what a complete shit you are. We try so hard, and you don't even acknowledge it. Please. Don't make her do this. I'm begging you."

"Elizabeth. I'm not going to deny it. I'm a fucking despicable son of a bitch. And Jane just scared the hell out of me there. I almost lost her."

"Let her go then. Don't let your perverse desires kill her. She deserves better than that. At least let her out of this. She doesn't need to do it. I'll do it for you if you absolutely need to see it."

"You don't understand. She'll survive it."

"Barely. Fuck. And if she goes insane? Catatonic?"

"She'll be alright."

"Jane was right. You are playing with our lives. Please. For the love of anything that you might hold dear. Let her stop. She's been through enough of your perversity."

"Sorry Elizabeth. She has to do this. I'll give her a long rest after this. Will that make you happy? But, I need you to do some things for me."

"Fuck you."

"Elizabeth. Calm down. Remember Amy this morning?"

Her face went ashen as she recalled Amy's similar struggle this morning. Open defiance.

"Oh my God. Please. I forgot myself. I. I'm so sorry. Please. I don't want to be punished. I. I was just. I don't have an excuse. I. Please. Jane. I was just so angry for her. I'll behave. I'll do anything you want. Please. Don't punish me. I'll be good from now on. You won't hear another word out of me about Jane. Please."

I didn't particularly want to punish the crying woman. Though I suppose that I'd have to eventually. But not now.

"Elizabeth. It's alright. I understand." Maybe I wouldn't punish her at all. This was turning out to be a bit stressful. "I need you to do something for me."

"What?" She was resigned to it now.

"The family still needs a bit of water. Take two bottles. Divide one up before we start. A third of a bottle to each. Then the last bottle, you are going to give to the father. But not right away."

"Mouth?"

"Huh?"

"Mouth to mouth? Like Jane had to?" Hope in her eyes that she wouldn't have to crawl around on her bare knees kissing them all.

I shook my head. "They can probably drink out of the bottle now. Give the women the water first then the father. Wait for me there." She looked relieved and scampered to her feet to get the water. I watched as she knelt and allowed the thirsty women and man to drink a third of the water bottle each. Finally ending up beside the father. Sitting demurely with the final water bottle lying in her bare lap. Carelessly tossing the empty water bottle behind her into the mall. She said some things to Jane while giving Elaine her water, but nothing serious. Probably encouragement. Jane cried a bit, but managed to control herself.

When the girls were settled I walked over to Elizabeth. "See that?" I pointed to Dave's crotch that had been exposed by Christi's scissors so long ago.

"Yes." She mumbled.

"I want you to make sure that Dave here watches Jane. If he closes his eyes. I want you to give him a reason to watch. Understand?"

"Oh God."

"I want you to give him the rest of this bottle of water as well. From any body cavity that you can manage. Mouth is probably easiest, but if you really want to, I'm sure your vagina can hold a bit. I want you to use your hands on him, the entire time."

Just glad that I was allowing her to use her mouth with the water thing. "Alright."

"Don't let him come in your hands. After the water is gone, I want you on your knees in front of him. Use your mouth. Let him come, if he's even reacting. If he comes, swallow. If he doesn't come, I'm going to whip Elaine next. Understand?"

"Oh my God. You bastard."

"Yup."

Dave finally spoke. "Please. I'm begging you. Do what you want to me. Kill me. But just don't make my daughters and wife do this? They haven't done anything to you. I'll do whatever you want."

"Davey boy. No disrespect intended, but you can't do what the women can do. You are missing certain parts that make them very interesting. Just do what I've explained to Elizabeth here, and everything will be fine. I promise that I'll let Elaine, Dora and yourself go."

"What about Jane?"

"Jane is going to stay with me for a while."

"You'll take care of her? You won't hurt her?"

I decided to lie to this tormented man. "I'll take care of her." True enough. "And I won't hurt her. Promise." Another promise that I intended to break.

He seemed satisfied. And he lay his head back. Elizabeth just glared at me, but was still frightened enough to just accept what she had to do.

I walked over to the bound women. Crouched by Dora's head.

"Did Jane tell you the plan?"

"Oh God. What plan?"

"Guess not. She's going to pleasure you."

"Pleasure me? That's a laugh."

"The key?"

"The key. Until you climax, nobody goes anywhere."

"Oh God. Please. Have some decency. That's my daughter. You've had me tied up naked for days. Tied to my other daughter. You have no idea ..."

"Dora. This is the last thing. You will be freed after this. Your husband. Your daughter. All it takes is one climax."

"You are a bastard."

"Yup."

"Y-you aren't going to hurt her again are you?" Remembering the timed tasks from our last encounter.

"I'll be whipping her as she does you. Yes."

"You fucking bastard. If I ever get out of these ropes. I swear I'm going to kill you. Worse than kill you."

"Dora. You aren't even going to remember me when you finally get out of these ropes. And besides which, your last attempt at killing me got your daughter a more thorough whipping than I'd ever intended."

She thought over this silently as I rose to join Jane. Still on her knees and quietly crying. She tried one last time.

"Please. Have some decency. Some mercy. This is my family. I'll do this for you. A hundred times. With strangers. Gladly. You can whip me until I bleed for all I care. I'll scream for you. Forever. Please don't make me have sex with my mother. It's. It's not right. It's gross."

Dora spoke up quietly. "Janey, darling. It's the last thing. Just do it and you'll be free of this. I. I don't mind. I'll try really hard to c-climax quickly. Okay?"

Jane, still crying, just nodded. Unable to speak to her mother.

"Jane. I know you don't want to do this. It's the last thing. I promise. Then we'll go back to the hotel and you can rest. No more sex. And your family will forget all about it."

"I won't."

I shook my head. "You're right. You will remember for now. Are you ready?"

"Oh God." She fumbled the cap off the tube of lubricant. Crying. She spread some of the slippery stuff onto the tip of the vibrator. I watched intently as she pressed the plastic into her vagina. With the lubricant, it slipped into her relatively easily. She gasped, but it didn't seem to cause any real discomfort.

I beckoned her to the other side of the women. The side where her father would see the intrusion into her body and her fingers working on herself. Once she moved to the correctly side, her crying intensifying, I unlocked her wrists. She'd need her hands free to do what she had to do.

I nodded to Elizabeth who reached down with her right hand and began to tease Dave. He closed his eyes and I watched as Elizabeth began to dig her long nails into his cock. He opened his eyes in pain, and kept them open, learning his lesson for the day. She filled her mouth with water and kissed him full on the mouth. Exchanging the fluid. His throat working to swallow the liquid from Elizabeth's mouth.

I turned my attention back to Jane. Indicating that she should lean forward on all fours. Giving her mother the attentions of her tongue. She began to beg one more time, but cut herself off mid sentence, realizing it was fruitless; I was going to see this show one way or the other. And this way was preferable to having her parents and sister in pain as well. As her tongue touched her mother's lower lips, Dora gasped. She had been naked and tied down for days. And humiliated. Perhaps the masochism ran in the family. Or maybe she just wanted to get this final act out of the way. Either way, she was obeying. Trying her damnedest to get to orgasm.

I whispered in Jane's ear. "I'm going to whip you. Not too hard. Okay?"

Her head nodded while still working between her mother's legs.

"You have to come as well. Your father is watching." I reached down between her legs to the protrusion of the pink vibrator. Turned the end of it. Turning it on. Hearing the muffled buzzing from within her body. I don't think she was expecting the vibration from the intruder. She jumped. Her whole body arching as the vibrations worked into her sensitive flesh. She moaned into her mother's pussy.

I raised the crop. Brought it down lightly against Jane's upturned bare ass. She jumped, but after the breast croppings that she'd received at my hands, this was nothing. It was just an annoyance. I watched as she hesitantly brought her fingers of her right hand up between her legs. Lightly stroking herself. Playing with the pink vibrator. Slowly pulling it and pushing it in and out of her vagina. Supporting her body with her left hand. Face still buried in her mother. Tongue working.

I let another blow fall on her thighs. She jumped again, but didn't cry out. Just continued to do what she had to. I let the crop drop onto her lower body a number of times. Her thighs, her ass, her calves and her upturned feet. The light blow to her feet caused her to cry out a bit. I guess that the soles of the feet were kind of sensitive to the kiss of the crop. Kimberley certainly thought so. However, I was unable to tell if Jane's cry was in pain, or in frustration. Her fingers still working the vibrating toy in and out of herself.

I crouched down beside the tormented girl. Touching her head. She raised her face from between Dora's legs and looked at me quizzically.

I whispered to her. "Janey. You can play with the vibrator and it may feel good. But you may need to use your fingers, or the toy on your clit, you know?" I had noticed, while hitting the poor girl, that she seemed to be really unsure of what she was doing. I could tell that she wasn't getting nearly enough sensation from the vibrator alone. She was probably one of the majority of women that couldn't achieve orgasm by pure vaginal stimulation. She would have to pleasure herself differently. But she was either too ashamed, or too frightened to do this. Perhaps permission from me was necessary. If she was telling the truth, then she may not have masturbated enough to know what she liked.

She looked at me with a thankful look on her face. I was unsure what that meant. Whether, me telling her how to do it to herself had made it easier somehow on her. Or whether she just needed the guidance. She closed her eyes. "Please. Don't make this slave girl do this. Please master. Do it for me? She ... your slave ... doesn't know how. Please?"

I doubt if I've ever been tempted as much to listen to any of them. But with a colossal force of will, I closed my eyes, telling myself that I was a moron, and shook my head. When I opened my eyes, she was still looking at me. Her face a mask of resignation.

She dropped her voice even further. Glancing down at her sister's face. Her sister that had such a perfect view of Jane tonguing their parent. "Please. They won't remember anything. Right?"

I thought she just needed reassurance that she could masturbate here and now, and her family would never remember her shame, humiliation, and discomfort. She surprised me when she closed her eyes, Licked her lips and whispered something even lower, something I couldn't make out.

I touched her hair. Cupped my ear. I couldn't hear her.

"Please. Sir. Harder."

Then it clued in. I'd almost forgotten that she was mildly masochistic. She wanted the crop to hurt her more. It might make it easier for her to climax. I'd really messed with this girl's head. I briefly considered making her clarify herself, so her family would know as well. But I reigned in that fantasy. She was crying and humiliated enough as it was. I just nodded and she returned to her task of having sex with her mother. Dora was moaning with the stimulation, and tears were falling down her face. She was pulling against the ropes holding her face down on Elaine. Grinding her bare body against her older daughter. Trying to press her pleasure center into her younger daughter's licking mouth. Crying. Pulling. Straining.

I glanced over at Elizabeth. Her face was ashen. She had just given Dave the last of the water. She must have been trying to make it last. Trying to avoid the final instruction that I gave to her. Though, she knew she didn't really have a choice. Dave had to climax. Like it or not. Or there was going to be some serious pain. She'd pushed her luck far enough for one day. Though I'd only threatened Jane and Elaine with punishment, Elizabeth knew that she'd suffer, bigtime, if she didn't manage to get Dave excited enough to climax. Chances were, that Dave wasn't going to have trouble with that, despite the torment of his family. I watched as Elizabeth gave me one last beseeching look and lowered herself to her bare knees. Leaning forward and taking Dave into her soft mouth. Using her tongue and fingers to further excite him. Watching his face intently, upturned face. Penis deep in her mouth. Careful that he was watching Jane and Dora and I. He did close his eyes once. Not to shut out the images, but in an agony of ecstasy. Elizabeth did what she had to and increased the pressure on Dave. Using her teeth. Dave's eyes snapped back open and focused again on his youngest daughter and his wife. Having sex in front of him. Elizabeth looked pretty talented though. Of course it had been two days since Dora had been forced to suck him. And two days of pain and suffering. Any pleasure was bound to be magnified.

I turned back to Jane's upturned and slightly striped bottom. I raised the crop and brought it down on a much harder arc. Felt it spring as it impacted the soft bare flesh of her buttocks. She screamed into her mother. The scream was muffled by her forward movement as she tried in vain to get away from the stinging pain.

Dora softly cried out at the increase in stimulation. Calling me a bastard over and over.

I brought another stroke down hard across Jane's firm calves. The flesh almost molding around the crop. Her agonized scream barely muffled by her mother's body. Then incredibly. "Oh God. More. Please. More."

I brought another one down across her calves. The girl jumped. Crying out. Her agonized screams causing Dave and Dora to wince. Feeling for the pain Jane was experiencing. I gave her another right across both ass cheeks. And another in swift succession across the bottoms of her cheeks. She pulled her hand away as the fingers got rapped, working industriously between her silken legs. She cried out. Her body heaving. Her tongue buried in her mother. Fingers working at the vibrator, brushing her clit.

Finally, I brought the crop down once more on her welted calves and she exploded. Her fingers rubbing between her legs. Her whole body arching, her red and welted legs kicking in response to the hard blow that I'd administered. Her forward thrust forcing her tongue against her mother. Dora followed with that last thrust of her younger daughter's tongue. She climaxed. Not as spectacularly as Jane, but nevertheless, it didn't look like a fake to me. The two women shuddering, and tensing. Dora against the restraints, Jane finally falling to her side, curling up in a ball crying. Trying to ease the pain in the back of her legs and backside. Pulling the pink plastic intruder from her naked body. Holding the toy loosely in her hand. Bawling.

I wandered over to Elizabeth. Her mouth still working on Dave. I touched the hair on her bobbing head. Easing her off the stranger that she hadn't even met before today. He was still erect, but I could see the remnants of some semen on Elizabeth's lips and chin. I touched her face and she brought her fingers to her face. Touching the wetness of him. Closing her eyes and wiping the remnants from her face. Grimacing as she licked her fingers clean. Finally, she opened her eyes.

"Please. Don't make me do that anymore."

I nodded. He'd obviously come as instructed. She was done.

"Just so you know. He came twice." She actually looked perversely pleased with herself at the admission. I almost laughed at the absurdity.

"Pretty talented. Wrists."

She looked a bit confused, but automatically raised her arms. Offering me her wrists. I snapped a pair of handcuffs around her slender wrists.  She was far too exhausted to ask why I'd bound her. They were getting used to it. There just simply wasn't a good reason. I used another pair to secure her to the bench. Sitting on the mall floor. She just sat there quietly as I returned to Jane.

Jane was still sobbing her eyes out, curled up in a ball on the floor. Unable to bear the abuse, the shame, the humiliation any longer. I sat down on the floor beside her. Intending to comfort her. Let her know that I was going to free her family. I gently touched her shoulder.

What followed wasn't surprising but was a complete blur. At the touch, Jane screamed. Like a cat, she just snapped to a fighting position. Her face a mask of wildness and pain. She threw the only thing she had. The vibrator missed my face by millimeters. Glanced off my shoulder and spun across the floor. Cracking. No longer buzzing.

She growled at me. "I hate you. You fucked up fucking bastard. I hate you."

With the words, she sprang to her bare feet. I was expecting her to attack me. I had readied my time defenses, but instead of throwing herself at me, she turned on her heel, and blindly began to run in the opposite direction. Blindly crashing into frozen people. Her bare feet thundering on the tile. Crying. Shaking.

I just calmly watched the distressed girl run. I let her. Maybe she needed to get away from all this. I'd put her through more than enough. In a strange way, I was beginning to care about them. About them all.

I could sense the time bubble. Hers. It was almost like radar. I was ultimately controlling it and it tugged on me. Even after I could no longer hear her bare feet slapping against the tile, I knew she wasn't far.

I turned back to Elizabeth. Pulling on her cuffs. Wanting to go after the girl. Fright on her face.

"Please. Master. Don't punish her. She. She was just upset. You'd be too. Oh God. Please let me go after her. God. After what you did to her. You can't blame her. Oh. Please. God. She's hurt. She's in pain. She just needed. Oh God. Please. She won't go far. God." Elizabeth was in tears. Pleading for Jane. Almost babbling. Remembering her close call. Remembering Amy. It seemed to be the day for defiance.

I crouched and cupped Elizabeth's face in my hands. She pulled against her bonds but finally held my eyes.

"I'm not going to punish her. Promise. But I can't let you go after her either. I know you want to, but she just needs some time alone. I'll go see her in a while. Okay?"

"You promise? If you have to punish someone, I'll take it for her. Okay?"

"Elizabeth, you are a noble one. But I'm not going to punish her or you either. Not this time. I promise."

Elizabeth, just numbly nodded. Still crying.

"If I release you, will you stay here?"

The frightened girl just nodded.

"I need your help, but if you are going to run as well, I won't be as understanding in your case. Okay?"

"Yes. Master." The girl sighed. I reached forward and snapped open the cuffs. Allowing the girl her freedom, for now.

I sat up on the bench with Dave. Lightly slapped his face. Bringing him out of the trance that he had dropped into after Elizabeth had stopped giving him head.

"Davey?"

"You fucking bastard. My daughter. You didn't have to hit her that hard."

I couldn't bring myself to tell him that his daughter had asked me to do it. *I* was hardly touching her, considering what she'd been through before. Further, Elizabeth was in earshot, and at the moment I was respecting Jane's right to keep these masochistic tendencies to herself. At least amongst the captives.

"Dave. Forget about that for a moment."

"Shit. It's my daughter you are playing with. I swear I'm going to kill you for her."

"Dave. Listen to me." He cocked his head. "I need you to promise me that you are going to behave. I'm going to release you from those ropes that Jane tied. But I can't have you attacking me. Understand?"

"Shit. You better watch yourself if you untie me, bucko."

"Dave. You don't understand. See those lovely women over there? Dora? Elaine? If you try anything. I swear, anything. I'll make you wish that you hadn't. Their bodies will be so red from the welts, that you will be begging to do anything to stop them from hurting. They won't even be able to scream because their voices will be gone. Then I'll kill you. Is that clear?"

"Oh my God. You are an animal."

"Now. Behave yourself. I'm going to get Elizabeth to untie you. Don't think that you can threaten her either. I don't particularly care if she gets hurt. But I'm betting you care if Elaine's breasts are a pale colour or a nice angry red. Got it?" Actually, I did care about Elizabeth getting hurt. If anyone was going to hurt her, it would be me. But, I really wasn't all that worried about Dave trying anything. It was the mother that I was worried about.

"Yeah. You bastard. I got it."

"Elizabeth," she had gone completely pale at this exchange. I had to be tough on him. Couldn't afford not to. "I need you to untie this guy. I want you to cuff him to the bench first. I don't need any trouble."

"You've made yer point. You don't need to cuff me."

I nodded to Elizabeth who picked up a pair of handcuffs and slipped them around Dave's tied right wrist. Locking the other side to the bench slats. Then she knelt and began the tough job of undoing Jane's knot job. Her fingers working at the knots.

Turning to the women, I crouched by Dora's ear.

"Dora?"

She looked up at me. Still in tears.

"Please. Jane?"

"I'm going to see to her in a moment. She just needs to be left alone."

"You aren't going to punish her are you?" Pleading.

I shook my head.

"Thank God. I was going to offer myself instead."

Jane had some friends here. That was for sure. "Dora, I'm going to untie you and Elaine first. Okay? But I don't want you to cause any trouble. I'm going to let you completely free soon."

She looked puzzled, but she probably didn't understand about the time thing completely yet. I would have released them right away and saved myself a rope loosening job, but I sort of wanted Jane to know that I was actually going to adhere to my end of the bargain. Visual proof that she hadn't been tortured in vain.

I slipped a pair of handcuffs joining Elaine's right wrist to her mother's left ankle, and Dora's left wrist to Elaine's right ankle. That would keep them out of trouble after the ropes were released.

Elaine looked up as me. "Oh God. I'm going to be untied?"

"You got it," I murmured back to her. I began loosening the knots holding the women together. As Dora came free of Elaine, she rolled off her older daughter. The handcuffs still holding her head to toe, but a lot freer than the rope had provided.

I cut the ropes holding Elaine into her spread-eagled position. The women rubbing their limbs. Trying to get two days worth of cramps and strains eased. Crying a little at their freedom. Having to move together because of the cuffs, but managing.

Elizabeth still hadn't quite finished with Dave, but she was close. Just the arms left. I wandered over to the bench in time to hear a very red-faced man tell an equally red-faced girl that she was pretty talented in the mouth department. A furtive glance at his wife. Elizabeth murmured something like that she was sorry and hadn't wanted to do it. And finished with the final ropes. Dave, one hand free, stretched. Gasping as his cramped muscles made themselves known. Elizabeth rocked back on her knees leaning on her hands behind her. Dave, adjusted himself, Trying to tuck himself back into his ruined pants, but making a decent job of it. Elizabeth just smiled to herself. She hadn't had anything to adjust herself in for days. Nakedness does have some advantages.

I touched Elizabeth. Her breathing was a lot more even now that the pressure was off. She actually seemed pleased at the red-faced compliment from Dave.

Pretending to be cross, I motioned her to another bench away from Dave. I handcuffed her loosely to the leg of the bench. Making her sit on the floor again. She just stuck her tongue out at me, knowing that I wasn't angry with her at the moment.

I just shook my head and turned away from them without a word. I began to walk back the way Jane had run.

I wormed my way through the frozen people, following the soft sounds. I finally found her. Curled up near the entrance to a store. Curled up in a ball. Her knees to her chest. Just rocking herself. And quietly weeping. Not really caring that she was naked in the middle of a mall. She had removed the nipple clamps and they were lying on the floor at her toes.

She looked up as I approached. Miserable. Knowing that she was probably in a lot more trouble than she ever thought possible. Agonizing trouble. Tears running down her face. Scared. She looked down as our eyes met. She murmured something that I couldn't quite make out.

I sat down near her on the floor. She glanced up but couldn't keep looking at me. I was actually expecting more of an Amy response. Indignation. Anger. However, she managed to choke out between her sobs. "Please. Master. Th-this slave doesn't know what happened. Please. She doesn't even know how she got here."

"Honey. You ran."

"Oh God. P-please don't punish me. My legs."

I reached forward and gathered the crying woman into my arms. Stroked her hair. Whispered to her until she calmed herself. Finally, she managed to control herself and looked into my face.

"What happened?" she asked me.

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Oh God. I don't know. All I remember is you coming over to torture me more, and then I was here. Crying. Please. I don't remember anything else. I swear it. I wouldn't. I wouldn't run. I know better than that. Why did you let me?"

"Jane, darling. I was coming over to comfort you. I pushed you too hard and you were upset. I touched your shoulder and you went berserk. My shoulder got vibrated and then you were off and running. Pell mell down here." I smiled at her kindly. Not wanting to panic her.

"Oh God," her face registered the enormity of what she'd done. Run. And perhaps the memory of her throwing the vibrator at me was returning. "Th-this slave is so sorry. She. She didn't mean it. Please. My legs hurt so much. I don't. She doesn't need to be punished. Oh God please." Her arms wound around me and she buried her face in my chest. Sobbing again. Thinking that she was going to get punished for her actions. Afraid. I couldn't blame her. Especially after the Amy incident.

"I'm not going to punish you. It was my fault."

"It-it was?" she was incredulous through the tears.

"It was. I pushed you much too far. You're only human. And you tried so hard. You didn't hurt me with that thing and you just needed to run. I understand. Don't think that you'll always get away with it, but this time it was my fault. No punishment required."

"Oh God. I'm. Th-this slave is still sorry. And she is so grateful." She buried her head in my chest again and I just held the weeping girl until she calmed down again.

"What happened?"

She was confused. "I. This sl-slave told you."

"No. I mean, what set this off? Why?"

"I don't really know. I. She doesn't remember." I just waited. She shifted herself in my arms. "Please. I. Th-this slave was. Please. My father. He hasn't seen me .. her nude s-since she was five. And you made me ... her touch my - herself. H-have sex. Oh God. I can't do this."

She was beginning to have trouble with the slave talk. I couldn't blame her. I don't think I'd ever seen her quite this upset. Even when I took her.

"Janey. Slave talk. Don't try. It's alright."

"Oh God. Thank you. I. I'm not sure what happened. I was hurting. Look at my legs." She held up one of her slim legs. Red angry marks were still evident across her calves. I hadn't realized that I had hit her that hard. Maybe it was a sensitive area? It's not as though I've ever been hit there. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight. I thought that you were going to make me do something else. Torture me. Hit me more. I. I just couldn't handle it anymore. I guess I threw what I had at you and ran. I don't remember it." She'd fallen into quietly crying again.

I just rocked her bare body for a while until she stopped again. I felt her body tense and then relax. She was looking up at me. Indecision on her face. Fright.

I spoke soothingly to her. She was like a rabbit. Needing comfort now. "What is it?"

"Please. I can't."

"You know better than that. What is on your mind?"

"How do you always know?"

"You can't hide much like that." Meaning her body language was accentuated when she was nude.

"A couple of things? Promise not to get mad?"

"What have you done?"

"Nothing." She responded quickly. "It's just that. Th-this slave ran away. And she knows that this is the worst thing she could do, other than trying to hurt her master. Oh yeah, she tried that too ..." I nodded. "Please. Will this affect you letting Mom and Dad and Elaine go? She didn't mean it. You can punish her later. She knows she was a bad girl."

All this girl wanted in the whole world was for me to release her family. Even after all the abuse I had heaped on her this afternoon. She would take more if it meant the family being released.

"Jane. Don't worry about it. I haven't let them go yet, but I have Elizabeth untying them right now. Is that all?"

"Oh God. I can't."

"What else?"

"Please. Th-this slave is confused."

"What's the matter?"

"You. You completely humiliated me. Forced me to m-masturbate in front of my father. You made me have sex with my mother. I was forced to break nearly every taboo ever taught to me. I had a damn vibrator in me. And you were whipping me. And I wanted more. I felt like a slut. Enjoying the pain. The sex. My pussy is still tingling. I'm still fucking wet. It's not right. I feel so dirty. Why do you make me do these things? I'm sitting here half hoping that you'll hit me again, so I can feel the tingling. My body hates me. I swear it." The tears began to form again, but she somehow willed them away. She'd been in tears a lot today. I don't know where her small body came up with the moisture for them. "Why do I feel like this? Why?"

"Jane." I held her shaking body close. "I don't know. And I wish I did. I wish I had answers for you. All I know is that you are going to forget about all this. You might discover these things on your own one day. Or maybe not. But if you are feeling them now, you probably will too on the prime timeline. Some lover is going to want to tie you up one day. For fun. And you are going to enjoy it. Either way, it's alright to feel this way. Personally, I suspect that it is normal. But I have no idea why you feel that way. Why your body reacts as it does. Just if you do discover it in the real world, make sure that you don't find an asshole like me to sleep with."

She just cried a bit more and then I felt her squirm a bit. Wanting out of my arms. I let her.

"Thanks for talking to me again. I. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me." From her knees.

"I'm what's wrong with you Jane. You are in a really weird situation that I'm not about to let you out of. You are a strong girl, and you are adjusting a lot better than I had ever imagined. You did well today."

"Well enough for a present?"

I thought about it. Her face had brightened with the thought of anything. Any reward. They didn't have much. But it wouldn't be much of a present if she knew about it. Would it?

"Isn't sending your family back a gift enough?" I teased her.

Her face fell a bit. "A slave shouldn't expect presents. Please, I'll be happy if you send my parents back. Please."

I helped her to her feet. She winced a bit as her weight pressed down n her bare, sore soles, but she didn't complain. We walked carefully and slowly towards the other end of the mall.

About halfway back to her parents, I stopped Jane. I guided her into a store. Her eyes questioning me.

"Pick out something nice. Something I'd approve of."

Jane glanced around the lingerie shop. Her eyes widening.

"For me? You are going to let me wear something?"

"Consider it a present. You can wear it for now. You were good today. Despite your little unapproved marathon."

She actually let out a little laugh and moved quickly through the store. Running her fingers over satin and silk. Trying to determine what I'd want her to wear. Knowing that to pick something too conventional would probably mean not getting to wear anything. I'm not sure I've ever seen a woman as anxious to wear lingerie.

She quickly made some choices and showed me.

"I can't tell. Put them on." She wandered towards the change rooms out of habit. I stopped her by calling her name. "You don't need a change room."

"Oh God. I keep forgetting."

I watched as she slipped on some sheer black stockings. A lacy garter belt. A very tight black lace bra and a pair of high cut panties over the stockings and belt. She looked gorgeous, although she looked wonderful nude as well.

"Just need a pair of high heels and you'd look like a playboy model." I was kidding about the shoes. No shoes for her. At least not yet.

She blushed. Knowing what she looked like. And not caring. Her body,her sexual parts were somewhat hidden. She reached up and kissed me.

"I don't hate you anymore."

"I know. Come on silly."

She pranced out on her stockinged feet, almost wanting to see her family again.

When we arrived, Elizabeth and Dave were quietly talking. Elaine and Dora were just quietly resting. Jane's eyes widened at the sight of her family. I guess still getting used to the fact that they were nude and she wasn't. She stopped as I touched her arm. I could see her body quivering. Wanting to run to her family.

Then they saw her. I saw her mother sigh. Probably glad that I'd allowed her clothing. No matter how skimpy. Her father, a quick look of lust, and then he fought that away. Jane did look ravishing in the lingerie. Elizabeth, an open look of jealousy. She probably couldn't believe that instead of punishing the girl, I'd dressed her. Albeit in lingerie. Master's prerogative.

I whispered to Jane. "I'm going to return them now. You want to say good-bye?"

Without having to be told again, she rushed forward. Practically leaping into her father's arms. Whispering urgently. Telling him that she'd be alright.

Slowly walking over and embracing her nude sister and mother. Quietly whispering to them as well. Meanwhile, I released Elizabeth from her bench. Pulling her off to the side letting Jane have a moment with her folks.

There were tears in her eyes as she walked over to Elizabeth and I. Wanting them off this timeline and not wanting them to go. Knowing that she'd miss them. But that they'd be safe. She nodded to me and turned around to watch.

The family tensed as they felt the time flow adjust around their bodies. As the three of us watched, Dave popped off the bench and rematerialized bored in the women's clothing store. I heard Dora gasp as she saw what happened. Dora disappeared next. Back into the change room. I heard Jane whisper to herself, "Good-bye Elaine." And Elaine shimmered out of sight to reappear, blissfully unaware of her antics, back in the store. Fully clothed. Looking through dresses.

Elizabeth scampered forward and collected up the various restraints. Bits of rope. Handcuffs. Left the broken vibrator on the floor. Placed everything in the pack and approached us, pack in hand. Jane just stood and stared at her freed family.

There were still tears brimming in Jane's eyes as we turned and walked away. She took one look back, let out a wrenching sob, but turned around and allowed me to guide her outside.

to be continued.......