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

"Amy?"

"Y-yes."

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

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

"But you will?"

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

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

"Good girl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A bit."

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

"I told you that it would be uncomfortable."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh God. I'll hit her."

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

"Like that. Got it?"

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

"You want to change places."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No." She just hung in her bonds.

"You ready for more?"

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

"Anything?"

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

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

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

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

"Please. What were they?"

"Nipple clamps."

"You clamped my nipples? Oh God."

"They're off now."

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

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

"Please. What do you want from me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please let me go?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Do pets talk?"

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

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

"Beg?"

She slipped out of her role. "Pardon?"

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

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

"Roll over."

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

"Bark."

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

"Louder."

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

"Okay bitch. Hands and knees."

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

"Leash."

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

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

"Okay. Our first volunteer."

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

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

She shook her head. Afraid to say anything.

"They sniff them, don't they?"

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

"Lick her."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" I asked her bewildered.

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

"So now you like lesbian sex?"

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

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

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

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

I addressed her. "You want a orgasm?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why should I let you go?"

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

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

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

"What have you got to offer me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Unless you particularly want to orgasm or something."

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

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

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

"Karen. Put on your clothes."

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

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

"Sort of."

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

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

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

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

"Keep them for a while."

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

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

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

"Why didn't you rape me?"

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

"I'm not attractive?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It was Karen," she admitted.

"Karen?"

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

"She's fine now."

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

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

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

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

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

"What if I can't keep up?"

"Keep up?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please. I can't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are respecting her privacy?"

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

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

"Of course I knew."

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

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

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

"Don't remind me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Girls? Feel like showering?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Enjoying the book?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are the others?" I asked her.

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

"Do they know what you were doing?"

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

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

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

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

"I will. And thank you."

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

"Oh no."

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

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

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

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

"Would you in my position?"

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

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

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

"Why did you let her go?"

"You mean Karen?"

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

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

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

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

"I thought you liked your women feisty."

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

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

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

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

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

"Enya."

"You have to be joking."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You like?"

"Of course I like."

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

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

"She's sleeping."

"Not for long."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

"Right." She yawned again.

"Still tired?"

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

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

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

"To the neighbours."

"Why?"

"Exploring."

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

"Maybe."

"You took another one?"

"Sort of."

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't wake you."

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded. That made some sense.

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

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

"You thought I was just as bad once."

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

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

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

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

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

"You can dry yourself."

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

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

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

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

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

"Janey?"

"Yes sir?"

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

"Be gentle with her. Okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jane? And Christi? Where are they?"

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

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

"As soon as they're done."

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

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

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

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

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

I slipped back into the room with Sheila.

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

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

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

"I did."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sore as hell."

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

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

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

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

"I didn't mean to frighten you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Getting back at him?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sure?"

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

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

"You okay?"

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

"Come in." I called.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

"Oh."

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

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

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

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

"I've done it before."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He can't hurt you now."

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

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

The three females nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Answer her."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We'll see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Janey? Come here."

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

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

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

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

"You, of course," she answered immediately.

"Sheila?"

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

"Christi?"

"You know my answer." From behind him.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck is it to you?"

"Call me curious."

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

"How many have you killed?"

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

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

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

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

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

Sheila turned to me helplessly. Frightened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The hell you will. Bitch."

"I have to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued.......