Mayer weakly aimed a kick out at Jane, but being unfettered she easily danced out of the way. His ankle actually didn't get very far or have any real strength, being brought up short by the ropes Jane had attached to him. I thought I even heard her stifle a laugh. My mind flashed back to Sheila desperately trying to avoid that same foot. Her knees and hands bound. Unable to simply dance away. She wasn't laughing at the time.

Mayer simply wasn't all that coordinated. I actually had my doubts if he could have mounted any kind of offense or defense against Jane. Even if he'd been unbound. She was more in shape and faster than he was. Hell, even Sheila was probably a match for him despite the size differences. His style was to use blackmail and treachery to wear the girls down. Bully them. Then, when they were bound, and defenseless, he'd break them. Batter them physically while they were unable to fight back until they no longer believed in themselves. Believed that he was bigger, stronger, more powerful than them. Sheila hadn't been completely broken yet. But she was well on her way. The technique, while not elegant, would work. I had to give the bastard that.

Jane sauntered up to him, behind the kick and whispered something in his ear. All I caught was the word "balls". He paled at whatever she had said to him and tensed. She casually balled her fist and swung it in an wide arc. It hit him under his ribs. Not quite hitting his solar plexus. He grunted and then incredibly he grinned.

Jane had struck out at me once. Granted she wasn't really trying at the time. Just hammering her small fists into my chest in an expression of female frustration. I remembered after her marathon in the mall. It hadn't actually hurt all that much. She simply didn't have the strength to seriously hurt him. Not with her fists. But I wasn't even sure she was trying to hurt him at this point. Just getting out her frustrations.

Christi stepped in and let her right hit him in approximately the same place. This time his eyes registered a bit of discomfort. After all, I had softened the area already. Jane got the idea and again drove her fist into his midriff. She grunted as she felt the force of the blow in her hand and arm. Christi followed with another strike. Alternating, the girls used their small fists, always aiming to hit him in the same place. Just below the solar plexus. Finally, he began to break under the constant pounding. I suspect that the girls were hurting themselves more than him, but I wasn't really sure. I could still see the hate smoldering in their eyes and his.

Finally Evan began to breathe a little harder and grunt as the small fists continued to rain down on him. Quantity was making up for quality. At least that was the theory.

Jane suddenly stepped back, cradling her right hand. She managed a weak smile in my direction.

"I think I softened him up for you," she managed to get out. She was breathing hard. Her hand obviously in pain. You could hurt yourself if you didn't know how to throw an effective punch. I doubted Jane knew how. I was tempted to teach her.

"You okay?" I asked her. "I'm alright. I'm feeling a bit better now." I assumed that she meant that her anger was fading. Punching someone tended to be a good release for anger. Even if it wasn't particularly effective and hurt the puncher more than the punchee. Pure stress relief.

Christi threw a couple more weak punches at him and stepped back as well. Knowing that she wasn't being particularly effective. He felt them, but it wasn't hurting him to the degree these girls wanted. Christi rubbed her knuckles as well.

Evan recovered his breath faster than the girls.

"You fucking bitches hit like girls," he taunted them. Despite his words, I could see that he was feeling it. I decided to let the girls fight this battle themselves. They didn't need me. Let them figure out how to hurt him. They were smart.

At the words, I could see the anger building back in Jane's eyes. When he'd finished speaking, she suddenly whirled on him. She hissed at him, "For the last fucking time. You don't have the fucking right to call me a bitch." Tears of hate and anger were forming in her eyes.

She instinctively swung out her leg. It actually was a damn good approximation of a roundhouse kick. Probably dumb luck. Her bare foot caught him hard in the side. About where he'd let Sheila have it. She almost fell with the effort. Her anger more than made up for her small size. I wouldn't have wanted to be on the receiving end of that kick. Even with her foot bare, she managed to connect hard.

Evan gasped as her foot connected with his body. Again, he completely lost his wind. Not expecting the vehemence behind the blow. Trying to draw breath. Jane managed to regain her balance and stumbled back to her feet. Her bare breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. This was quite visually stimulating. The way the girls moved and strained, trying to hurt Mayer. Their perspiration sheening their bare skin.

She watched Mayer as he managed to convince his paralyzed diaphragm to begin working again. He struggled to gasp out one word. "Bitch."

Jane closed her eyes, looking defeated. She'd put everything into that kick. She drew in another deep breath and lashed out again with her bare foot. Aiming for the same place. She was an athletic girl. Her legs had some muscle behind them. Her foot connected just under his ribs again. She cried out as her bare foot took some punishment from the effort. I could see that she was hurting herself. But she was more than determined to hurt him more, despite her own pain.

This time, when her foot hit him, Evan grunted in pain. I couldn't imagine him maintaining his obnoxiousness much longer in the face of these kicks. I knew that when Jane tired, or couldn't take the pain any more, Christi would gladly take over. If I were him, I'd be saving my strength instead of insulting the women. They'd barely begun.

Jane's kick didn't knock her quite as off balance as last time. She was beginning to get the motion of the kick down a little better. She returned to her feet and regarded him. More satisfied with the look of pain on his face. This one had almost definitely hurt Mayer more than her.

This just looked so surreal. Here was this older guy, in a business suit, tied to the ceiling. This petite completely nude teenager standing shakily in front of him. Almost pure rage emanating from her. It was like a palpable fog surrounding her. Completely and utterly focused on her task, ignoring her nudity. Drilling roundhouse kicks into his double breasted gray suit. It just struck me as unreal. Watching her bare foot, with her deep red toenails, so feminine, so delicate, so viciously striking into him. Flashes of her sex as she stumbled. Her bare body sheened with her efforts, like she was covered in baby oil. Her soft grunts as she kicked him. Sounds like you might expect a quiet woman to make during love making. I shook my head, trying to clear the impressions. Wanting to watch the display. Make sure everything was going smoothly.

He raised his head and looked at her. Still breathing hard from her last kick. "All your fucking fingers and toes. Enjoy this while you can, bitch. I'll have you screaming soon enough."

Jane closed her eyes at the words. Opened them and aimed another kick into his side. This time he tried to avoid it. The first sign that he was actually feeling it. The ropes held him in place as Jane's bare foot connected again. He let out an involuntary cry, but I doubted if he was anywhere near the pain level he'd caused in Sheila with the same technique. Jane simply didn't have the weight or the technique. She tried to make up for it in pure spirit.

This time Jane didn't wait for him to recover. She lashed out again. Regained her balance. Kicked him again. And again. And again. He was twisting in the bonds. Christi and I were watching in fascination as Jane just continued the onslaught with her feet. Mayer couldn't breathe. Completely unable to tense, or avoid the kicks to his side. Jane finally stumbled and fell to the carpet. She buried her head in her arms and wept there. Her right leg slowly moving back and forth on the floor. Her breathing a mixture of frustrated sobs, simple fatigue and pain. She was certainly getting her work out today.

Christi bent down to Jane. "Are you alright?"

"I. I guess. My foot hurts." Jane managed to get out.

Christi smiled. "If it makes you feel any better, he's hurting too. Probably worse that you are. Guess we aren't much in the fighting department. We'll do it together. He'll hurt."

Mayer recovered more quickly than the upset girl on the floor. Incredibly he mouthed off again.

"Hey bitch? That the best you can do? Christ, it's going to be fun to break your fucking weak fingers. And I'll teach you not to fucking kick me either." He was breathing a bit hard, and was in some obvious discomfort. But he still managed to be an asshole. Didn't he realize that it only made it easier on the girls to hit him when they were angry? Not the brightest star in the sky.

Christi rose to her bare feet and regarded the bound man. She began to walk towards him. Getting ready to continue the kicking exercise. She stopped when she felt a small hand on her shoulder. Turning, her eyes widened as she realized it was Sheila.

Sheila, her face showing obvious fright but also a measure of pure determination, whispered to Christi. "My turn."

Christi gave her a kiss on the cheek, her unbruised left one, and backed off. Nodding silently. Knowing that Sheila needed to do this. To confront her tormentor.

Sheila walked hesitantly up to her former master. She glanced down briefly at Jane who had managed to draw herself up into a sitting position, hugging her knees and rocking herself slowly. Her eyes were still tearing a bit mostly in frustration, but she watched Sheila approach Mayer. Fascinated.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, cunt?" Mayer stared in hate at the nude frightened woman in front of him.

"Y-you hurt me." Sheila whispered.

"And I enjoyed every fucking second of your pain. Those bruises hurt? How about your ribs? Bloody useless cunt."

Sheila dropped her eyes. Tears overfilling them. Her bare body shook as she tried to control her fear and pain. I watched the drama in fascination. I idly wondered if she would break, or she'd manage to overcome her fear.

"I. I hate you." She managed to gasp out.

"You pathetic little cunt. Fuck. Why don't you just untie me and let things get back to normal. I won't punish you."

I watched as her head rose, her eyes flashed and she drew in her breath. She gathered some of her formidable inner strength. She managed to stop crying. Her eyes locked with his.

"You will punish me. You always will no matter what I do. I hate you. I may be standing here, naked and scared. But I'm ten times better than you are. A hundred time better. I'm not a cunt." She spat out the word. "I have a cunt. And you'll never ever use it again. I'm not worthless. I'm not useless. I'm Sheila McBain. And that was never. Ever. Fucking. Good enough for you. I deserve better than that."

She gathered her strength and spat in his face. Her spit splashed into his forehead trickled down.

He sneered at her. Unable to comprehend what she was going through.

"You are a pathetic worthless cunt. Remember those fingers and toes? That's really going to hurt. I promise it. I'll do it nice and slow. Breaking one every ten minutes. Letting you feel it. And when I run out of fingers and toes, after I ream you, I'm going make you watch as I gut you alive. You fucking waste of skin."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Wincing at the pain in her side. With no warning at all, she mimicked Jane's roundhouse kick. She put every ounce of her strength behind that kick. Her bare foot connected with his side and he twisted in agony. She fell heavily to the floor, in tears as the force of the fall drove the pain deep into her side. She lay there gasping and wept. Jane, favouring her right foot, crawled over to Sheila and just cradled her. Trying to ease her pain. Even through her tears, Sheila looked like she had just shaken the weight of the world off her shoulders. She'd just let out months of pain, suffering, frustration and humiliation. She was beginning to heal. She needed this. Badly. She sobbed uncontrollably in Jane's arms.

Evan just moaned as he tried to control his pain. Despite her handicaps, the kick had been a vicious one. It had landed squarely on the same spot that Jane had targeted. I wasn't a great judge of these things, but it wouldn't have surprised me if she had managed to crack a rib on him. An eye for an eye, if she had actually managed to do it.

Between gasps Mayer still managed to get the word out. "Bitch," he whispered. Still defiant. The man had more stamina than I had originally given him credit for.

I watched as Christi moved slowly towards the man. She spoke to him. "I want you to apologize to both of them and me."

"Fuck you, bitch."

She stiffened her fingers and slowly pressed them into the area that Sheila had just kicked. Deep into his flesh. I could see the pain in his face as Christi probed his side. But he gritted his teeth and refused to yield.

Jane murmured from the floor. "It's not worth it Christi."

Christi held his gaze. She was taller than the other two girls and could pretty much look directly into his eyes, though she did have to look up a bit. Her eyes were mere centimeters away from his. He glared back at her, easily enduring the pain her fingers were causing. Keeping her left fingers ground into his side, I watched as she brought her right hand up to touch him through his pants.

"You want to fuck me. Don't you bitch? I'm a lot better than him. Trust me little girl." He had noticed the pressure of her hand. Mistaken it for an intimate gesture. He rocked his hips obscenely into her hand.

His mouth then opened in a soundless scream. I saw her right hand gently squeezing about where his balls were. It didn't take much of a squeeze there to cause intense pain. Ask any male. She released him.

"You fucking bitch. You can't do that." He pulled desperately at the ropes. Bucking his hips against the pain.

Sheila had managed to control her crying and was watching Christi with her undivided attention. Jane idly stroked Sheila's hair but was all eyes as well.

Evan turned to me with desperation in his eyes. He spoke to me. "Call your bitch off. You must know what it feels like. You can't let her do this."

I shrugged.

"Evan, darling. I can do whatever the hell I want. I told you I was your worst nightmare,"

Christi spoke softly to him. She jerked her head towards me. "He gave me permission to do whatever the hell I want. As long as it doesn't kill you. Why he wants a fuckhead like you alive, I don't understand." To be honest I doubted if any of the women had the stomach to actually kill anyone anyway. She gave him another squeeze. He cried out again. "This won't kill you. Unfortunately."

"God that hurts."

"Think about how much it is going to hurt when I whip you there."

"Christ, you fucked up bitch you can't do that." Sheila's musical voice spoke from where she lay on the floor.

"You fucking shithead. How many times? How many times did you have me like that? Hanging from your fucking hooks. Naked. Helpless. My legs spread for you. How many times? How many times did you come out here? That goddamn grin on your face? That fucking whip in your hand? How many times did you make me kiss it? Huh? How many times did I beg you not to use it on me? How many times did you use that fucking whip on me? On my pussy? Even on my asshole? While I screamed? And begged? How many fucking times?" Tears began to fall from her eyes again. She fought them back. Fought back the memories. "How many times?" she whispered.

Christi hadn't lost eye contact with him. I saw her eyes flash. Taking in Sheila's words. I watched as she struggled to contain the impulse to kill him on the spot. Instead she smiled. A scary, evil smile. He paled. I'd have paled too in his position. I watched as Christi purposely applied pressure with her fingers to his testicles again. Watching his face intently as it fell through the stages of fear, pain and then to agony. She kept the pressure on as he fought to pull away. Fought with the ropes holding him. Fought like a daemon. And finally simply held back his head and screamed. Much like Sheila probably had in another time as he whipped her mercilessly between her spread thighs. I couldn't imagine that kind of pain.

Finally Christi released him and backed away. Her face a mask of satisfaction. She'd finally broken the bastard. He fell forward, still gasping for breath. Moaning. If he wasn't bound, I was sure he'd be doubled up in pain. Unable to utter any intelligible sound.

Christi returned to her stance by my chair. Jane and Sheila shakily got to their feet and limped over as well. The two of them sunk to their knees watching Mayer. Too tired to stand.

I raised my eyes to Christi. Noticing my attention, Christi looked back at me.

"Nice," I remarked to her. She smiled. While she had my attention, her hand purposefully snaked down her bare body, lightly brushing her hard nipples as it traveled down. I watched as her hand lightly traced her outer labia and she moaned quietly. She was showing me that she was turned on. I wasn't too surprised with her. I'd seen this reaction before. She had even admitted her sadistic tendencies to me. I saw Jane's eyes flick over and widen, but she probably just assumed that I'd asked Christi to do that. I didn't think that Christi had shared her dominant tendencies with the other women. But it was hard to tell. The look that crossed Jane's face had an element of understanding in it as well. Maybe she just knew. Jane was incredible perceptive.

With an obvious effort, Christi withdrew her hands from her own body and shivered. Mayer was beginning to recover. I glanced down at Sheila and out of the corner of her eye she knew I was looking at her. She glanced up from her kneeling position.

"Master? You wouldn't believe the pain he put me through up there. Can I? Can I kick him again? In the balls? Please?" Her face was flushed. She couldn't believe she was asking this. That she was pulling enough away from Mayer's control to ask this. She's probably dreamed, fantasized about doing this for months.

"Sheila honey. You can do anything that doesn't kill him. You don't have to ask my permission. I'm just observing. I doubt if a kick to the balls will kill him. He might wish he was dead, but it shouldn't kill him."

"Really?"

"Really."

Mayer had heard the exchange. He shook his head. Moaned. "Please. No."

Finally he was losing the attitude. Christi had a way with men. He'd felt her fingers. I couldn't imagine the pain of getting kicked there. Even by a small woman like Sheila in bare feet. Schoolyard mishaps were enough for me.

Sheila climbed to her bare feet and walked slowly and carefully until she was standing in front of him again. His eyes traveled over her nude body. She silently suffered his attention. Not much she could do to cover herself. Not like he hadn't seen her before. \

I watched as he managed to regain some of his self-confidence.

"Well cunt? Can you do it? Put me in as much pain as I put you?"

She hesitated. He was clever. Playing on her feminine side. Trying to get her to remember how awful the agony was. Trying to make her think twice about inflicting it on someone else. Playing on her female tendency towards sympathy. However misplaced. It might have worked if he hadn't slipped and called her a cunt.

He probably didn't even realize his mistake. She slowly shook her head, "I'm not a cunt."

"You fucking cunt. I swear you'll regret this. Fuck you."

She closed her eyes and lashed out at him with her bare foot. I heard it connect with him. Right through his pants. Directly on target. His mouth opened in a soundless scream, pure agony crawling across his face. His whole body convulsed and twitched against the ropes. Finally, he gasped in another big lungful of air and screamed. If I didn't know better, I would have guessed it was a woman under extreme torture. I was actually surprised that he didn't pass out.

She had fallen again to the floor. Her face a mask of pain mirroring Mayer's. Her side, bruised muscles and cracked rib flaring into her nerves. She'd put all her fading strength into that kick. Tears ran down her face, but she managed not to cry out. Trying her best to control her breathing. Finally she raised herself to her hands and knees. She leaned forward, retching from the pain. Her stomach was completely empty and nothing came up. Finally she just hung her head, crying out as her stomach muscles contracted. She finally regained control of her breathing and looked up at me wearily. Tears falling freely from her eyes. She managed to get a smile out.

"Got him. Didn't I?" She gasped out. Proud of herself. I nodded back to her.

She struggled her way to her knees, looking at the man in agony hanging from his wrists. She waited a few minutes, breathing deeply, and then with a huge effort, managed to raise herself back to her feet. She cringed and gently held her injured side, but faced him again. Swaying from side to side. Even keeping her balance was an effort. A stunning bruised woman facing the rapidly failing man. She managed to hold her head up and quietly waited for him to recover.

Finally he raised his head and whispered to her. "Fuck. You fucking goddamn cocksucking bitch."

"Now you know why I was screaming so much when you whipped me between my legs. But you didn't fucking care. Did you? You just kept it up until I couldn't scream any more. No. No rests for me. You fucking bastard. Didn't matter if I hurt? Did it? I'll bet you fucking care now."

"I hope it hurt you. You deserved it, you fucked up bitch."

"Apologize."

"Apologize?"

"I want you to apologize. I want you to stop calling us degrading names. I'm not a fucking cunt. I'm not a whore. I'm not a BITCH. Got it? And neither are Jane and Christi. We're people. Human beings." Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch? You are a goddamn slave. If not mine then his. You're a fucking pet. You better fucking get used to it."

"I know that I'm his slave n-now. If he wants me called a bitch, then I'll accept it. But. I. Don't. Have. To. Take. It. From. You. Anymore. I also think that I'm the *woman* that is about to boot your balls up through the roof of your mouth if I don't hear an apology and right now."

I felt like applauding. She as getting the hang of it. Letting her pain and anger go.

"I. I can't take another kick. Not there."

"You think that I could take that whip of your's on my pussy? I didn't have a goddamn choice, now did I? I wished I was DEAD, you fucker. I just about committed suicide, you fucked up bastard. I would have if I wasn't afraid for my brother. And you think I won't kick you again? It hurts me to do it. I'm in fucking agony thanks to you. But I swear to god I will kick you again, and I'll keep kicking you until I can't anymore, if you don't fucking start APOLOGIZING." Her voice had risen from a soft whisper to a scream. She was nearly hysterical. She was scaring me, and I wasn't even the one she was pissed at.

"Alright. I'm sorry. Fuck. I'm sorry already. Just don't kick me again. I won't be able to have children. Christ. I'm sorry I called you names. I swear it. I'll never do it again. I swear."

"You weren't too worried about my future children? Were you? Care to apologize for whipping my cunt? Care to apologize for not giving me a chance? For raping me every fucking day for the last three months? For whipping me even though I was begging and pleading? Even though I couldn't beg because you fucking gagged me to keep me quiet? Care to apologize for kicking the shit out of me for no goddamn reason?"

"I sorry. I'm so sorry."

She closed her eyes. Seeing what was coming, he braced himself as best he could. Her foot lashed out again and traveled the short distance to his crotch. The flat top of her foot connected with him again. Again, he screamed silently. Twisting. His body retched. His stomach was empty as well and nothing came up, thankfully. He ended up mimicking that tortured woman again. Screaming. Crying. Begging. Much like I imagine Sheila did when the positions were reversed. Only in her case it went on and on. Her whole world just a wall of red pain. I was beginning to wonder how she'd survived as sane as she had. What I'd seen appeared to be just the tip of the iceberg.

She had fallen to the floor again. Tears running down her face as she tried to get her breath. This time, she was facing him as she'd fallen. Crumpled on the floor. When she could breathe again, she managed to hiss at him, "I don't believe you."

I seriously doubted if he could even hear her; his agony overriding all his other senses.

She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. Christi and Jane were just watching this whole thing with tears in their eyes. Paralyzed. Not quite believing this woman's courage.

I slowly got out of the chair and walked over to her fallen form. I knelt beside her.

"You alright?"

"Emotionally or physically?" she managed to gasp out. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Her right cheek was turned towards me, the bruise, if anything, looked worse than before.

"Both."

"No." I took that to mean that she was hurting both physically and emotionally.

"Sheila. You certainly got him back."

"I. I can't get up." Her fingers weakly scraped at the carpet.

"I know. That's why I'm here." I very carefully rolled her over onto her back. I could have sworn that the bruise on her left side was larger as well. I reached for her hands and she placed her small hands in mine. I gently pulled her into a sitting position. She grimaced with the pain, and looked like she might be sick again for a moment. She fought off the nausea and actually managed a smile.

"He apologized. Even if he didn't mean it." She grinned and then shifted her weight trying to avoid the stab of pain running through her body. I waited for it to pass.

"Shhh." I admonished her. She nodded.

I bent down to her and guided her shaking arms around my neck. I tucked my left arm under her knees and lifted her. It was as though I'd lifted a trembling feather. I doubted if she was even a hundred pounds.

As she came off the floor, she let out an involuntary scream as her weight settled into my arms. I saw Evan's head glance up dully, but he immediately fell back to moaning. Not caring about her pain. He was still obviously in considerable pain. Probably still sick, too.

"I'm sorry. It had to be done. I had to lift you."

She whispered, "I know. It's okay. Thank-you for coming to get me."

I carried the bare female back to the chair. I carefully sat back in it, still cradling Sheila in my arms. She rocked slowly in my arms. I lowered her into my lap. Her arms still around my neck. She was moaning to herself softly. Crying into my shoulder. Trying to ease the pain in her wracked body. Her eyes closed.

After a while, Evan managed to stop moaning and just hung in his bonds. Silent.

Sheila finally managed to fight off some of the agony coursing through her. She smiled up at me weakly.

I spoke to her. "Let Christi take over now. You can't do any more. Okay?"

"No. I have to kick him again. He hit me so many times. He just didn't care."

"I know. I know, sweetheart. You can't though. You'll kill yourself."

"I don't care. I want to kick him again and again and again."

"I know. You are one brave little girl. But you have to let Christi have her turn. Okay? She hasn't been knocked around as much as you. She can hurt him more. Right? She'll kick him for you."

She closed her eyes. Looked like she was going to argue, but then a spasm of pain shot through her body again making her cry out.

"Honey? You can't even stand up anymore. You've done enough for now. Rest." I felt like I was comforting a child.

She silently nodded through her tears. Incredibly, her breathing began to slow and her eyes closed. She simply fell asleep in my arms.

"She's asleep?" Christi whispered to me incredulously.

I nodded. I couldn't see much choice. I just sat there and cradled the girl in my arms.

"Do we stop then?" Jane asked me. Concern in her eyes. Concern for the nude woman in my arms. She didn't particularly care if she got to continue the torment of the monster. All she cared about was making sure this abused creature lying in my arms was taken care of. The asshole would always be there.

"No. Male domination isn't really my thing," I confessed. "The only reason you are doing this at all is because he is such an asshole. And he deserves it. I was thinking of leaving him to you anyway. Go get some sleep myself. I'll take care of her. Somehow."

"You are going to leave us alone with him? Unbound?"

"I'm sure you'll behave." Christi's eyes fairly shone.

"You know. It doesn't seem to be quite fair. Us all naked and him getting to keep his clothes."

Jane nodded her agreement.

"I definitely don't want to see this. There are scissors in the closet. I'm sure I saw them. You don't need my permission to strip him."

Jane scrambled to her feet.

"Hold on a second." She stopped midstep. "I'm going to lock you both in here with him. You won't be able to get out. Key works both ways. The place is soundproofed. I can't hear you once you are locked in. If you let this guy free, he probably will break all your fingers and toes. You'll probably be dead before I ever find out you are in trouble. Understand? He's dangerous. Have your fun. Knock him around. Knock him out for all I care. But be careful. I don't want to have to be setting busted bones. At least not yours. Or have more than one girl full of bruises. Okay?"

They both nodded. I suspect they understood the danger even better than I. They were female after all. This guy knocked women around for sport. And when he got tired of them, or they finally fought back, he just casually murdered them.

I rose with the naked girl still fast asleep in my arms. She murmured something in her sleep.

"And remember. Don't kill him. Use whatever you like from the closet though. He used most of it on Sheila here and she survived. You two going to be alright in here on your own?" Christi nodded. "I'll be back for you later. Remember to sleep."

I made my way past Mayer. I walked up to him, still cradling his former slave in my arms. He looked up at me dully. Most of the fight left him after Sheila's kicks to his groin.

"You fucking bastard. I'm. Going. To. Kill. You. For. This." He was a determined asshole.

"I'd save your strength. I think Jane and Christi know what your weak spot is."

"I'll never give in to those fucking bitches."

"We'll see."

I walked away from the pathetic madman. I struggled with the door. Though she was light, the girl in my arms was awkward. I found it incredible that even asleep she maintained her grasp around my neck. Holding on to me like I was a lifeline. I took one last look in the room. Christi was carefully cutting his clothes off, ignoring his protests and insults. Jane was busy tightening his ankle restraints, spreading his legs further than they were. He was far too weak to resist. The naked women looked like they had things under control.

My eyes were closing. It had been a really full day. Most of the girls at least had gotten some rest, but I had been moving all day.

I carefully carried Sheila to the master bedroom. I placed her gently on the bedcovers and she stretched her nude body out as soon as her head touched the pillow. Automatically releasing my neck from her grasp. I found it amazing that her unconscious mind could do that. Know when to hold and when to let go. She was so fast asleep. She sighed and winced in her sleep as her injuries twinged. I walked out the door quietly. I had to deal with Amy and Elizabeth before sleeping. Jane and Christi were safely locked in the business room.

I padded down the stairs. Amy had turned off the lights and drawn the shades in the living room. The headphones were still on her head, but I noticed that the stereo wasn't playing. The red digits on the CD player were just softly flashing 00:00, giving the darkened room an eerie glow once very second. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly. Her breasts rising and falling gently. Seemed everyone in the house was asleep but me. I debated just leaving her to sleep the way she was. But, of all the girls, I was worried about Amy the most. She seemed to still have trouble, once in a while, accepting her captivity. I gently took the headphones off her head. She muttered something in her sleep. Sounded a bit like Elizabeth's name actually. She settled back down. I retrieved a set of ankle restraints from the equipment pack. I slipped back into the living room and knelt beside Amy. I carefully lifted her right leg and attached one end of the steel cuff to her slender ankle. I attached the other end to the leg of the sofa she was lying on. She never awoke. She'd be fine. I'd fallen asleep on that sofa. It was plenty comfortable. As I moved to the library, I switched off the stereo. The red lights on the CD player faded out to black. The eerie pulsing red illumination faded from the room.

Elizabeth had dimmed the lights in the library as well. There was a desk lamp burning on the table presumably illuminating her book. She still sat at the library desk, her head down using A Tale of Two Cities as a pillow. Her cuffed hands rested easily on the table in front of her. She was gently snoring.

I softly touched her on the head. She moved her cuffed hands a bit. "Come on Catherine. Let me sleep. Just five more minutes. Please?" Groggily. Catherine? That had been the feisty girl in the BMW. The one I'd released when Elizabeth had agreed to be my 'hostage'.

"Elizabeth?" I whispered to her. Her eyes fluttered open. She sighed when she realized that she was neither in her own warm bed nor was I Catherine. She glanced down at herself. Nude in a stranger's house.

She slowly sat up. She stretched her bound hands above her head and yawned.

"I can't believe I fell asleep."

"You did. And you were going to have one hell of a pain in your neck if I'd let you sleep here."

"You ain't joking." She felt at her neck with her fingers. Twisting her head trying to work out the kinks that had already settled into her.

"Come on. Bedtime."

"Bed?"

"Well. Sort of."

"You are going to make me sleep on the floor again. Aren't you." It was a statement. Not a question. Her eyes lowered. "Can I at least have a pillow tonight?"

"Nope. If you want, I think there will be room for three in the master bed."

"You're kidding."

"Why would I kid?"

"Whose the third?"

"She's already asleep. Sheila."

"I finally get to meet the mythical Sheila?"

"Maybe. Maybe I'll blindfold you."

"How kinky." She wasn't even phased. She knew she didn't have much control over what happened to her. And she'd much rather sleep in a bed blindfolded than on the floor unblindfolded.

I touched her arm. She rose obediently and shut her book. I actually thought I could see a faint hint of print across her pale cheek in the pale glow from the desk lamp. She placed the book neatly on the corner of the table with her handcuffed hands.

She silently followed me back through the dark living room to the stairs. Still bright there with the morning sun streaming through the skylight. We climbed the stairs. As we passed the bathroom, Elizabeth touched my arm.

"Can a slave brush her teeth before sleeping? Her teeth feel furry."

I nodded. "But you don't have a toothbrush." I made a mental note to go shopping tomorrow. Pick up some basic toiletries for the women.

"I'll just use whatever is there." I watched as she ran her tongue over her teeth. Frowning.

She padded into the bathroom and using both hands picked up a pink toothbrush from the holder. I would have guessed that it was originally Gertrude's. She ran it under hot water and struggled a bit with the toothpaste. Using both hands she brushed her teeth thoroughly. Either not realizing, or not caring that I was watching her brush. Her nudity was the last thing on her mind. She looked tired as well. She picked up the hairbrush and stroked it through her hair.

Finally she walked back out.

"Did I give you permission to brush your hair?" She paled. "P-please," she stammered. "I didn't mean. I was only trying to make myself pretty for y-you. Th-this slave is so sorry." She tried to sink to her knees in the hallway.

I stopped her from going down with a touch to her bare shoulder.

"It's alright. I was just kidding."

She let her breath out.

"You shouldn't do that. You scared me."

"I apologize." I actually was sorry I'd done it. But her reaction was interesting. Probably just overtired.

We entered the master bedroom. Sheila was still fast asleep. Curled up on her side. Shivering in her sleep. In the dark she just looked like a normal woman. Asleep. You couldn't make out her injuries.

I bent down to her. I gently kissed her forehead. She mumbled something in her sleep. I carefully slipped a pair of handcuffs around her limp wrists. I connected her ankles with another pair. She slept through it all. She was really knocked out. I doubted if I really needed to bind her hand and foot, but I hadn't really known her long enough to trust her. And I was going to be sleeping in the same bed with her. I wanted to restrict her movements in case she woke in the night and had some bright ideas of how to go from a monster to another unknown master to complete freedom. I seriously doubted that she'd have the courage or strength to attack me, but why take a chance? She seemed to be sleeping alright despite the bondage.

I idly wondered what Jane and Christi were up to. I was willing to bet that Evan wasn't liking it. Whatever it was. I debated looking in on them but decided against it. I trusted them.

"Wrists." I whispered to Elizabeth.

She obediently presented her cuffed wrists to me. I released her right hand and pulled her arms behind her. She protested weakly as I reconnected her wrists behind her back.

"Please. I'll behave. You don't have to put them behind me. I won't attack you. What good would it do me?"

"Elizabeth. It's just a safety precaution. I can cuff your feet instead if you'd like. Bring your hands back around front. Like Sheila."

She thought about it. "Leave them. I can live with this." She pulled at her wrists. Adjusting the cuff position to something more comfortable for her.

I carefully covered Sheila. She snuggled into the covers. Her bound hands grasping at the sheets. She almost immediately stopped shivering.

I quickly undressed. Too tired to look for pajamas.

There was tons of room in the bed. I slipped into it from the opposite side. Sheila's warm hip pressed softly against mine. She was turned away from me. Elizabeth slipped in beside me. Having a bit more trouble getting into the bed with her hands bound. Her head nestled into the crook of my shoulder.

I pulled the covers over us, tucking them under Elizabeth's chin.

She sighed.

"Master?"

"Yes?" I replied a bit sleepily.

"Can a slave speak?"

"Of course. Just make it quick." My eyes felt like they were going to close on their own. I was warm. I was in bed with two warm women. And I was tired. Problems could wait for the morning.

Elizabeth kissed my bare chest. "You know what we were talking about earlier today?"

My mind wasn't working quite right. Elizabeth. Sex. Her experience. Something like that.

"Yes. No."

She looked up at me. A bit confused. She continued along anyway. Determined to speak. "If I'm a lesbian or not? If. How I reacted to Karen? And the crop?"

"Mm-hmmmm."

"I was thinking."

"I thought you were reading Dickens."

"I was. But. That orgasm. I couldn't stop thinking about Karen. And everything. I'm one confused little slave girl."

"I know you are sweetheart. But I can't think right now. My brain isn't working. You'll be fine. I promise." I felt her pulling at her chains. Frustrated. Wanting to use her hands for something. "Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

"I guess." She seemed a bit disappointed. Frightened even.

"Master?"

"What is it?" A bit gruffly.

"Please. Your slave is sorry. She'll be quiet now."

"Elizabeth. What is it?" I asked her a bit more gently.

"It's. It's just. It's Christi."

Now what? "What about her?"

"Well. Please don't be angry with me. She went to you earlier. On her own. Right?"

"We had some fun together. Yes." I remembered vaguely that Christi hadn't made it a secret that she was going to have sex with me when I fell asleep to Enya earlier today.

"Is it monogamous?"

"Huh?"

"Is it only her you want? That way?"

"Don't be silly. Why would I keep all of you around, naked, if she was all I wanted?"

"I don't want to rock the boat. That's all."

"What is it?"

"Please. Master. Don't me angry with me. If you don't want to, just say so. I. This slave will be quiet and sleep as she was told. Honestly."

"This slave is going to get punished if she doesn't start explaining herself."

"Please no. I don't. I can't." She took a deep breath. "I want more," she finally whispered. She was talking in riddles. And I was far too tired to decode her talk.

"More what?"

"Ever since you made love to me that night. Then today. Forcing me to be with Karen. You've been bringing out a part of me I didn't know existed. I really hated you at first. But. I don't know what's come over me. My body. My. My breasts. They ache. And my stomach flutters. And my pussy. God. My pussy. And you. All that humiliation and pain. All those erotic sights I get to see. Like it or not. Even Amy, naked," she whispered. "I know I've already climaxed once today. Twice technically. But I can't seem to get my mind off sex. I. I feel like a high school girl. Just discovering myself and I'm almost thirty. I know I shouldn't. I know Christi will be jealous. But. I just don't have any choices. I'm sorry. If you don't want to, I'll understand. I didn't want to ask. But ..." her voice trailed off.

I touched her face. Wet. She was quietly crying again. I kissed the top of her head.

"M-master? I'd even be happy just giving you head. You don't have to do anything. I swear it. I'll swallow and everything. Then I'll leave you alone. You don't have to do me or anything. You don't even have to untie me."

I reached behind her and released her hands from the cuffs leaving the things dangling from her left wrist. "Come on then," I said to her. I lifted the blankets for her to get back out of bed. We could use the guest room. It was empty.

"M-master? Why not here?" She'd gotten to her hands and knees on the bed.

"Here?"

"The other night. I. I thought it was kind of different having Amy tied up only a few feet away. She heard everything. It. It was kind of exciting." I was sure her face was completely red at the admission.

I didn't want to wake up Sheila.

"Okay. But keep it down. I don't want to wake up Sheila. I have my reasons."

"I'll be silent. Like a mouse. I promise."

She turned herself around on her hands and knees and crawled down the bed until her head was between my legs. I could feel her smooth body pressing against my legs. She slowly and sensually took me into her mouth. I felt her warmth as I entered her. Slowly she swirled her tongue around me, achingly slow. Bobbing her head. Taking me deep into her mouth. Softly sucking. I lifted my head. She was lying easily between my legs. Her calves raised into the air, her bare feet crossed. If she lowered her legs she'd be hanging off the edge of the bed. She continued her ministrations. I could feel her hot breath around me, tickling my pubic hair gently. I closed my eyes letting her do the work. She didn't seem to mind. My mind wandered to the days events. Karen. Barking like a dog. The discovery of Sheila. Even the simple pleasure of watching the girls emerge from the shower. Wet and shivering. Imagining what Sheila had gone through with that monster. Visualizing her hanging from the eyebolts. Screaming as Evan laid into her pussy with his whips. Ignoring her pleading. Karen screaming and screaming as she was tortured. My mind flipped from image to image. Even falling back over the last few days. The warm mouth on my penis. Slowly sucking and touching me. Her fingers gently tickling my scrotum. Seeing images of Amy tormented. Her tongue clamped. Her bare thighs straining in the chair. Struggling to talk to me, to beg. Jane, licking her own mother while masturbating for her father. Holding her in my arms afterwards, crying her heart out. Frightened. Even as far back as Kimberly. Tied to her chair in the hardware store. Breasts bound and aching with the clothespins. Begging. I briefly wondered about Andrea and Linda, Christi's mother. I felt Elizabeth slowly increase the tempo, sensing that I was ready. Her mouth and fingers driving me nuts. I felt myself thrusting into her willing mouth. Exploding into her. Feeling her mouth desperately swallowing. Her gasp as I finally finished. I felt her tongue licking at me. Finishing. Cleaning me. Swallowing everything. She crawled back up and lay on her back beside me. Breathing hard.

I felt my eyes closing in the afterglow. No way in hell I could ever keep them open. The images still roaring about behind my closed lids. All the women.

"Beth?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm." "You mind finishing yourself off for me. 'kay? I just don't have the energy. And make sure you put the cuffs back on before you sleep."

"Thank-you master," she whispered. I could faintly smell her musk. I knew that she wouldn't have finished herself without permission. If I'd fallen asleep without remembering or finishing her myself, she'd have just cuffed herself and suffered through the night waiting for morning. She had some self-control. All the girls did.

I felt her slowly moving beside me. No shame. Not self-conscious that she was masturbating beside an essential stranger. Her body demanding the release. I could vaguely see her hands touching her body in the semi-darkness. It didn't take her long. She was pretty worked up. I was still not quite in dreamland when I felt her stiffen. Her left hand moving from her breast to cover her mouth. She cried out softly around her muffling hand. Finally relaxing. Her breathing returning to normal slowly. I felt her turn onto her side. Check if I was still awake. I feigned sleep. She sighed happily and I felt and heard the cuffs click shut against her wrists again. She gently kissed my mouth and settled herself into the crook of my shoulder. Her hair cascading across my chest.

I reached over and pulled the covers back over us. I tucked the sheet under her chin again and she sighed. "So you are still awake."

"Barely."

"Thank you."

I almost felt like I should be the one to thank her. She was willing to give me a blow job. And excellent one at that, for nothing in return. If I'd fallen asleep, she would have had to stay frustrated the rest of the night. But she didn't seem to mind.

"Pleasant dreams."

"Pleasant dreams. Maybe you can have your next conquest make love to me as well ..." she said dreamily. I lay there for a few minutes. Thinking. Her breathing turned shallow and she slipped into sleep again. Sheila hadn't stirred through the whole encounter. I was aware of her in the bed with us, her light weight beside me, but I suspected that she wasn't going to be awakened by much less than a freight train running over her.

I kissed Elizabeth's clean red hair. "Pleasant dreams."

My exhaustion finally caught up to me. I slept.

I feared that my arms were asleep. They felt odd. Thick and heavy. I stirred, not wanting to wake the sleeping women. Elizabeth muttered something in her sleep. Sounded like "Not yet." Her unconscious mind interpreted the stirring of her pillow as a sign to turn over. She muttered something else and rolled over her bound hands, curling up on her right side, turned away from me. I flexed my freed right hand, beginning to feel the blood return. I winced as the pins and needles began. My mind briefly realized that the girls had to go through this everytime I released them from tight rope work. Elizabeth's head must have been pressing on a nerve or something. I didn't mind; I patiently waited for feeling to return to the limb.

I gently moved my right hand over and touched Sheila's shoulder once the pins and needles had receded. She mumbled something incoherent but wasn't quite as cooperative as Elizabeth. She burrowed herself further into my shoulder and refused to wake.

I slipped my hand under her head and gently lifted her. I was careful of the bruises I knew were still there. I extricated my left arm from below her head and lowered her back to the pillow. She unconsciously reached for me with her hands, but settled down into a fetal position. Her bound ankles drawn up. I crawled over Elizabeth and dropped to the floor. I carefully covered the still slumbering women back up. Sheila sighed in her sleep as the covers were tucked around her.

I picked up a bathrobe off the back of the bedroom door and slipped it around me. Probably Evan's. A bright blue terry cloth.

I carefully closed the door behind me, letting Elizabeth and Sheila sleep.

I padded down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. I flipped on the coffee pot. The women were going to want coffee when they finally got up. Soon the smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I was ravenous. We'd skipped a meal last evening. No dinner for anyone. I guess everyone was too tired. None of the girls had complained that they were hungry.

I found some orange juice in the refrigerator and poured a big glass for myself. I drank it in one long swallow. Tasted like real orange juice. Not that from concentrate stuff. In this house, it wouldn't have surprised me.

I padded out into the living room.

"Good morning," Amy was sitting up on the sofa. Awake as I walked in. "I wondered how long I was going to have to sit here twiddling my thumbs."

I flipped on the lights and wandered over to the window, pulling the shades open. I yawned and turned to the bare girl just swinging her legs. She still had sleep in her eyes. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but it looked like she had at least run her fingers through it.

"Good morning. Been up long?"

"Not too long. When did you put this on me?" She raised her right leg and rattled the ankle chain.

"Last night. You were kind of asleep at the time. I didn't want to wake you."

"You didn't have to do it. I wouldn't have moved or tried to run."

"I know. Call me suspicious."

"You still don't trust me."

"Would you?"

"I guess not. But I would have started breakfast if I had been able to move."

I smiled. "You can cook?"

"Not very well. Not like Christi." Her stomach growled. "God I'm hungry. Can a slave beg to have something more than cereal this morning?"

"What do you have in mind? Since you and I are the only two awake, I guess you get your choice this morning."

"Oh God. I'd love some of those pancakes that Christi made the other day. But, I can't make them like that. I'm not that great in the kitchen."

While she was talking I knelt down and released her bare ankle from the ankle restraints. She instinctively raised her right leg, bending her knee and placing her bare foot up on the sofa cushion. She idly rubbed her ankle. The steel had left a slight mark on the back of her leg, near the Achilles tendon. Probably just slept on it there. I hadn't tightened it into her skin.

I gathered the cuffs into my hands, moving to drop them back in the equipment pack.

"What can you cook?"

She didn't even suggest that I cook something. She just accepted the fact that I could force her to do anything, may as well just do it. Making breakfast was far more pleasant than getting whipped. She understood that it was going to be her job to make breakfast this morning. It didn't look like she minded.

"Mmmmm. I can cook scrambled eggs. And bacon. And toast. Hard to screw that up." He stomach rumbled again as she thought of the food.

"That would do just fine. Hope they have enough eggs."

Amy stood up. "You'll let us eat them too?"

"Yeah. You all missed dinner last night. I'm sure you are all as hungry as I am. Hungry girls can't perform."

"I noticed the lack of a meal last night. But you were a bit busy. I was afraid to mention it. I thought maybe you were punishing us." She spoke as we both walked barefoot into the kitchen. "What were you doing up there, anyway? Mmmmmmm. Coffee. Can a slave beg for a cup. Please. Please. Please."

"I wasn't punishing you. I just forgot. And I was taking care of a pest last night. And I'll get you a cup."

Confusion crossed her face, but she didn't ask for more details. Her face brightened when she realized that I was going to allow her the coffee. I'd turned on the coffee maker and I certainly didn't drink the stuff. It was for the girls. I opened the refrigerator and picked up a dozen eggs. "This be enough for you?" Amy nodded. I picked up a package of maple flavoured bacon as well. "Can you cook with your hands cuffed?"

"I guess I'll have to learn."

I walked to the bare beauty.

"Wrists."

"You have to be kidding. I can't cook with them behind my back. Honestly." She thought I was going to recuff her. She was so used to being bound.

"Relax. I'm taking them off you." And I did.

Again, confusion crossed her face. But she just rubbed her wrists once and picked up the carton of eggs. I walked over to the coffee maker, dug out a mug and poured her a cup of coffee. "Cream and sugar?"

"Just cream if you are allowing me."

I smiled. She did know what to say this morning. I was in a good mood. I found some cream and poured a drop from the carton into the steaming mug. I stirred it and delivered the poison. She smiled like the Cheshire cat. She raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. Savouring the taste. I didn't allow them these pleasures all that often. Didn't want to spoil them.

"Oh God. That's good. Your slave, she thanks you. You said that there was another girl?"

"Yeah. Sheila."

"When do I get to meet her?"

"At breakfast." I settled into a kitchen chair. There were only four chairs around the small kitchen table.

"Hmmm. Two eggs each. That should be enough. Unless you want more for yourself." She knew that the girls would have to split whatever I allowed them to have.

"Two's fine." I watched as she struggled with the package of bacon. Finally cutting it open with kitchen shears and dumping the contents into a pan. It immediately began to hiss. She began to break eggs into a bowl, mixing them up with a whisk. Soon the captivating smell of bacon permeated the kitchen.

"She happy about being here? I guess not," Amy returned to the subject of Sheila.

"Actually, I think she's happier about being here than where she was in real life."

"She hasn't disobeyed yet then." Amy didn't realize the hell I'd taken the girl from. She'd find out eventually.

"You can handle this?"

"I guess. It will be ready in about fifteen minutes. You want me to call you?"

"Sounds good."

I took one last glance at Amy carefully turning the bacon. Trying to avoid the grease spitting on her bare skin. I smiled. She seemed happy this morning. Rested. She didn't even seem to mind her nudity.

I slipped out of the kitchen and slowly made my way upstairs. I poked my head into the bedroom. Sheila and Elizabeth were both still asleep under the covers. I left the door slightly ajar and moved around to the locked room.

I took a deep breath. I was surprised that I was apprehensive. Not sure what I'd find behind door number five. I wasn't concerned about Mayer. I didn't much care what hell they'd put him through. Whatever it was, it wasn't enough to make up for what he'd done to Sheila. I was actually concerned that the girls had let him go. Maybe for a second to retie him in another position. Maybe he managed to break free. Visions of Jane and Christi, screaming as he used his hammer on their hands and feet. Being raped by him. Finally lying in a pool of their own blood. I supposed that I could return them to an earlier time. I had marked the timeline before I left them as a precaution. It wouldn't cost much to return to the earlier time when they'd been alive and kicking. But then I'd have to kill Evan. And much as he deserved it, I didn't much want to do it. I hadn't had to kill anyone yet, and I didn't want to find out how it worked.

I unlocked the door in front of me. I held my breath.

The door squeaked open. Mayer was in the same bonds, hanging where I left him. His head was rocked forward on his chest. He was completely naked. I was looking at his back. His back and ass were crisscrossed with red welts. I could have sworn some of them were bleeding, or had bled. I moved towards him until I was close enough to see if he was still breathing. I closed my eyes. I would have to punish the girls if they'd managed to kill him.

But as I approached I could see his ribs expanding shallowly. He hung there either stunned, unconscious, or merely sleeping.

I took my eyes off him. I found the girls huddled together on the floor in front of the leather sofa. I idly wondered why they hadn't slept on it. It would have been much more comfortable than the floor. At least one of them could have slept there. If they'd each taken an end and curled up, they both would have fit. A little less comfortably, but it would have worked.

Christi was lying on her back. Her bare breasts gently rising and falling with her breathing. Jane's head was pillowed on Christi's left breast. Her brunette hair spilled over Christi's shoulder and her own. Jane's left arm was thrown casually over Christi, just under her breasts. She too was fast asleep. Her head rising and falling with each of Christi's shallow breaths. Christi's arms were loosely encircling Jane's body. Holding her. Her right hand tangled loosely in Jane's brown hair. The position looked odd to me. Almost intimate. But as I'd noted before, women often weren't as afraid of same gender contact. Jane and Christi had gotten along well since the beginning of this. In fact, all of the girls had supported one another. As if they were old friends. Whatever was most comfortable. They'd been nude around each other for long enough to feel comfortable with it, I supposed.

I knelt by their outstretched feet. I gently traced Jane's instep. She sleepily moved her foot, but didn't quite wake. I thought I saw traces of blood along her back. She didn't look injured. Didn't make sense.

I reached out and traced her bare instep again. This time she murmured, "Stop it, Darren. You bastard. Let me sleep." She tightened her arm across Christi in her sleep. My eyebrows raised. Who the heck was Darren?

I smiled to myself and did it to her again. This time she kicked out at my hand. I snatched my fingers from her bare foot. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a startled little shout.

"Where the hell am I?" Still groggy. Her startled voice waking Christi. Jane's eyes scanned around the room and she uttered an understated, "Oh."

Christi awakened and squirmed around. Jane stretched and rolled off Christi and sat up.

"Not enough sleep."

"Long night?"

"Yeah."

"What was that all about?" Meaning the position they were sleeping in. They both flushed and pressed their lips together.

"Never mind. You can tell me about it later. It's almost breakfast time."

Christi glanced up at Evan who still hadn't stirred. "We put him through the wringer."

"I can see that." The girls were stumbling to their bare feet. It honestly looked like they'd been through a marathon. They looked far more tired than Amy did. I wondered how much sleep they had gotten.

"Can I take a shower?" Christi asked, running her hands through her blonde hair and grimacing. It no longer looked clean and shiny like last night.

I shook my head. "After breakfast. It's almost ready and you don't want it cold, do you?" Jane spoke up. "We get more than cereal then? Who's cooking?" Our usual cook, Christi was right here in front of us. "God, I'm so hungry."

"We going to feed Evan, here?" Christi asked.

"Are you joking?" The pig could starve for all I cared. I grasped the girls' arms and propelled them out of the room.

They moved as quickly as they could. Still trying to work out the kinks of sleeping on the floor. Jane stumbled a bit.

"You sure we don't have time for a shower?" Jane asked this time. She was feeling her hair. "We really need one."

"Right after breakfast."

"Don't blame us if the others complain about us." I leaned towards Jane and smelled her. There was a faint trace of female musk about her. And that wonderful smell that always seems to be a part of being female. But she was hardly offensive.

"Don't worry about it. You're fine. Your hair is a mess, but you can fix that after breakfast. I don't mind."

She shrugged. Not much she could do about it if I wouldn't let her shower.

"Go help Amy. I don't really trust her cooking. I have to wake the last two sleepy heads."

"Tell Sheila that she did good last night," Christi said over her shoulder as she walked down the hall. "Tell her that the bastard suffered."

I watched as the nude girls padded down the stairs and, by the sound of their footfalls sounded like they raced for the kitchen.

I walked into the master bedroom. Sheila's eyes opened as I entered.

"I woke up and you were gone," she spoke softly.

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep."

"I woke up in the middle of the night. I was so cold. Shivering. I. I moved over to you and shared. She won't mind will she?" Sheila glanced at Elizabeth's sleeping form on the other side of the bed.

I just about laughed. I was surprised that Elizabeth had stayed close to me all night, herself. For some reason it was cooler in this room.

"Hell no. Don't worry about that. How are you feeling?"

"A lot better. I really needed that sleep. How'd things work out? You know. I can't believe I fell asleep on you in there. One minute I'm taking out my revenge on that asshole, the next minute I'm shivering in this bed. And. Having to snuggle up with you for warmth. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounds. You are my Master now."

"I understand. I didn't want to be in there anyway. Male domination. Not really my thing. I left him to Jane and Christi right after you passed out. So I really don't know what they did to him after I left. Honestly."

She nodded. "They didn't kill him, did they?" Almost a spark of hope back there in her eyes. I couldn't see very well in just the light streaming in from the hallway. She might actually wish him dead though.

"They didn't kill him. I checked. But he didn't look like he had a good time with the girls."

"I can imagine. Who is that?"

"That's Elizabeth."

"Your girlfriend?"

"She's another slave. Definitely not my girlfriend."

"Oh my God. You mean there's more? Christi and Jane aren't it?"

"No. There's one more as well. Amy. She's currently cooking our breakfast."

"You're kidding."

"Have I ever kidded you?" Sheila seemed to be a lot more comfortable around me. I guess since we'd slept in the same bed and I hadn't raped her. She was perhaps feeling a little safer and less vulnerable. Maybe she had shed some emotional baggage from her healing activities last night. Perhaps her bruises just weren't causing her the same level of pain. Constant pain can do strange things to a person.

"No. But I think I'm hungry."

"I'll bet."

"Can we please take these chains off me? I don't think I have the strength to attack you, much less hurt you."

I smiled. I'd forgotten that I'd cuffed her last night. She was still mostly hidden beneath the covers. Her hands and feet included.

"I'm sorry. I forgot. Of course we can take them off."

I lifted the covers off of her. She shivered slightly, but held up her hands. I unlocked them. I still couldn't see what her condition was. I wouldn't be able to tell until I turned on the light. She shifted around and gave me her feet. I took the handcuffs off her ankles as well.

She sighed. "I was kind of surprised when I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself in handcuffs. It shouldn't have surprised me. You have no reason to trust me yet. They didn't hurt or anything. But you didn't have to restrain me. I wasn't going anywhere."

I nodded. The girls, for the most part were good. Apart from Jane, they had never risked attacking me while I slept. And Jane hadn't gone through with it. Didn't even know that I knew.

"I'm going to wake up Elizabeth." I walked around to the other side of the bed. I gently touched Elizabeth's hair. Smoothed her bangs back from her face. Her eyes opened. Not startled. Looking rested.

"Time to get up?" she inquired.

"Yup. Breakfast is on. Give me your wrists."

I heard her stomach rumble under the covers. She quietly turned over presenting her cuffed wrists to me. While I unlocked her, she noticed that the other woman was awake.

"Hello," Elizabeth greeted her a little uncertainly. "You must be Sheila."

"Yes. Good morning." All civilized. As though there was nothing strange about sleeping in the same bed when they had never even met. Naked. Handcuffed. Sharing the bed with a strange guy. Even sharing his body heat. These women. Such a different world they lived in. I'd never figure them out. I swear.

"I'm Elizabeth."

"I know. He told me."

They lapsed into silence. Elizabeth's hands clicked free.

"You ready for lights?" I asked them. I walked slowly over to the light switch.

"Yes," from Sheila.

"Don't you dare," from Elizabeth.

Smiling, I snapped them on. Sheila blinked rapidly, but she'd been awake a lot longer than Elizabeth. Her eyes adjusted quickly. Elizabeth just squeezed her eyes shut and moaned. Shielding her eyes with her hand.

"You can't do that to a girl before she's fully awake."

"You were awake. And besides which. You know fully well that I can do anything I want to a girl. Awake or not." I grinned playfully at her.

"Shut up," Elizabeth mocked me. She was just playing.

Sheila swung her legs off the bed and climbed to her bare feet. Her fingers reaching up to run through her tangled hair. She winced as she straightened.

Her bruises were as bad as yesterday. Her side was still that nasty purple colour. Her face still had the mottled reddish bruise on her right cheek. That bruise, perhaps looked a little better. Her eye looked a little worse. She gently touched her left side and softly cried out. She put her hands down at her sides and simply waited for Elizabeth to rise.

"How do I look?" she asked me.

"Like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards." I returned to the doorway by the light switch waiting for the girls.

She smiled at the expression. "I'll look better after a shower."

"After breakfast."

Elizabeth had finally managed to stop blinking. Her eyes adjusted to the higher light levels. She glanced at Sheila and gasped. She was on her feet in a split second.

"You fucking bastard," Elizabeth practically screamed at me. "How could you do that?" Her bare feet pounding on the carpet as she launched herself at me. Her fists driving into my chest. I stepped back and grabbed her wrists. Stopping her from continuing her assault. Gently.

"Calm down. Calm down."

"You filthy fucking animal. How could you do that to her? What did you do? Use her as a fucking punching bag? Jesus Christ. Look at her. Nobody deserves that. Holy Christ. Look at her." She was in tears. From frustration. Horror. Fear.

"Elizabeth."

She paled. Horror crawled across her face. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Knowing what she'd done. It didn't matter what I did to any of them. It never justified trying to hurt me. Those were the rules. And she knew it.

"And I fucked you last night. Jesus Christ. You are a monster." She slowly sank to her knees. Frightened. Realizing what she'd done. Knowing that she'd be punished for attacking me. For screaming at me. For swearing at me.

"I am a monster. And you are right. Nobody deserves that. Elizabeth. Honey. I haven't touched her."

Elizabeth looked up from her knees. Wanting to believe me but not quite being able to. Wondering why I wasn't angry with her.

"It's true. He hasn't touched me, Elizabeth. He's been nothing but kind to me. He freed me. Thanks for coming to my rescue though."

"What?" I could see the confusion spreading across Elizabeth's face. "How?"

Sheila walked carefully across the room. Favouring her left side still. She slowly sank to her knees. Held Elizabeth's face in her hands.

"Christi and Jane explained to me what this place is all about. The time stuff. I don't understand it. But I don't need to. This guy. Our Master. He isn't the only one that likes to hurt women. He's not unique in the world. Christi and Jane told me that he does unspeakable things sometimes. But not like this. Look at me. This was done before he came and took me away. He didn't do it. You know that. In your heart. My. My former master. He was. Rough. Rougher." She pointed at her body. Her left side. "Evan. That's my former master. He kicked me here. Twice. He slapped me here. Hard." Her right index finger circled her right cheek and eye. "God it hurt. I know it looks bad, but I'm used to it. He saved me from this. I swear to you that he hasn't touched me. I swear it."

Elizabeth began to cry, her bare body shaking on her knees. "Good God. Look at you. You mean. This happened to you in real life? Oh my God. You'll never forget this?" Sheila shook her head. Tears beginning to fall from her eyes as well. Elizabeth looked back up at me. "Oh God. This. This slave is so sorry. She presumed. She. She deserves punishment. Please forgive her." She reached out and softly touched my leg with her hand. "Please."

I touched the women's shoulders, urging them to their bare feet. I spoke reassuringly to Elizabeth. "It's okay. I understand. I wasn't thinking how you'd might take the sight of Sheila here. My fault. She looks like she's been through a war or something. Doesn't she? Can't really blame you for thinking it was me. And if you weren't horrified about this, I'd think something was wrong with you. I'm not going to punish you. You actually did the right thing. If I ever do this to anyone I'm going to keep, I'm giving you permission right now to take your anger out on me. Understand?"

Elizabeth nodded mutely, tears still flowing. Confused. I stroked her tangled hair.

"Still regret making love to me?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that."

"You did. And I understand."

"No. I don't regret it anymore." She moved towards me. A bit hesitantly. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. "Thank God you didn't do this." Her body shook a bit.

I kissed the top of her head and she managed to control her crying. Sheila stood uncertainly watching her sister in captivity and I interact.

Elizabeth sniffled and reached up on her toes to give me a kiss. "That's for helping her instead of hurting her."

Jane poked her head in the door. A whirlwind of brunette. "I'm sorry to interrupt your little party here, but didn't you hear me hollering for you? I've been yelling for like five minutes. Breakfast is ready." 

I smelled the heavenly aroma of coffee, bacon and eggs greet me as I walked into the kitchen. My stomach growled. Elizabeth and Sheila trailed me, wrinkling their noses as they entered.

Elizabeth muttered, "Coffee. I would do anything for coffee." Her eyes glued to the mug that Amy held in her hands. She looked at me hopefully.

"Can a slave beg for coffee. Please?"

Suddenly I had a clamour around me. All of them but Amy trying to speak at once. All of them begging for coffee.

"QUIET!" I barked out at the women. They silenced themselves. I sighed. "That's better. Like a pack of hyenas you are. Yes. You can all get yourselves coffee." Amy's eyes twinkled. Amused. "And before you all start asking, the cream is in the refrigerator and the sugar is on the counter."

Jane, Christi and Elizabeth practically dove at the coffee machine. Amy had placed four mugs beside it. All different mugs. Catchy sayings on them. I Hate Mondays. I'm a Bear Until I've Had My Coffee. Hard Work Never Killed Anyone, But Why Take Chances. I smiled at the nude girls scrambling for the coffee. Sheila had hung back. I looked at her quizzically.

"What's up? Why aren't you in there as well?"

"Couple of reasons," she answered. "This." She pointed at her side. "Last thing I need is one of them to accidentally elbow me. They look a little rambunctious in there. And I'm not so sure I want any. Evan, that prick, wouldn't let me have coffee at all while I lived here. It didn't matter how much I begged and pleaded or how obedient I was. I had to make it for them. But I wasn't allowed to drink it. It was one of his little torments. Showing his power over me. After a couple of weeks I realized what he was doing and stopped begging for it. I guess I broke the habit. I'm not sure I want to start it up again. I thought I did. As soon as I smelled it. But now I'm just not sure. You'd really let me have coffee?" A bit incredulous. Not quite used to her new 'freedoms'.

"Want some orange juice, instead?"

"I'd love some."

"It's in the fridge."

She walked gingerly over to the refrigerator and pulled out the jug I'd found earlier. Amy handed her a glass.

"Hi Sheila. I'm Amy. I'm glad to meet you. I hear you've been through a lot."

Sheila smiled at the other girl. "Someone has been telling stories. Don't believe everything you hear."

"Jane and Christi. And your face and body kind of tell it as well." Sounded like Jane and Christi at least managed to warn Amy. She hadn't blinked an eye when Sheila walked in. At least I hadn't had to deal with another performance like Elizabeth's.

Sheila poured herself a glass of orange juice, and raised the glass to her lips. I glanced around the kitchen. It just seemed so normal. Five nude women, happily interacting. Fighting for the sugar bowl and laughing on one side. I was almost sure I saw some nipple tweaking as they playfully fought. Like a bunch of school girls. And two others just quietly talking over by the refrigerator. I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to seeing this.

I touched Amy's shoulder. "How's breakfast coming?"

"Oh shit. I forgot about that." She rushed back to the stove. She opened the oven portion. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she'd have been punished if the breakfast had been ruined. She had the plates and food keeping warm while she had waited for me.

"'fraid we don't have enough chairs here. Two will have to be on the floor. I guess I'm newer, I'll take the floor. Someone else will have to as well," Amy called out to the others.

She started to distribute plates around the table. I sat down at one end.

"I'm newest, I'll take the floor too." Sheila spoke up. Christi and Jane exchanged a glance. They nodded to each other. Sipping at their coffee.

Christi spoke up. "That's not really fair. You cooked this morning, Amy. You take my chair. Please."

Jane stepped in as well. "Please. Sheila. You take mine. I can't let you sit on the floor. Not with those bruises. I'll be fine on the floor with Christi."

Sheila smiled thankfully at Jane and reached for a kitchen chair. Jane and Christi moved to the side and sat on the floor. Their bare backs pressed against the floor cabinets, knees up in front of them. They were talking in whispers together. Sipping at the coffee. Savouring it.

Amy distributed the plates. "Watch. They're hot," she warned as she placed the first one in front of me. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Toast. She placed three more plates down on the table. Same fare in front of Elizabeth, Sheila and where she'd be seated. She carefully handed plates to Christi and Jane on the floor. All the girls thanked her as she served.

She pulled out a drawer and picked up some utensils. She handed me a knife and fork and then sat. Sheila picked up a piece of bacon and was raising it to her mouth. Amy touched her arm and whispered to her, "Wait for permission." Sheila nodded and dropped the bacon back to her plate. Not realizing the rules that the girls had made up. I actually had nothing to do with that one. I think Jane had made it up in the hotel room one morning in an effort to please me. And it had just been accepted as fact that the women waited for me to tell them to eat. At least at breakfast.

I smiled at Sheila. "Go on eat."

"Please. Sir? Can I get cutlery?"

Amy whispered to her. "I know. I hated it too. Still do. He won't let us use cutlery."

Sheila just nodded as though she understood. Maybe she did. Maybe she was just used to accepting unreasonable situations. She picked back up her piece of bacon and nibbled at it. Without another word she simply began to eat her breakfast. The eggs were going to be a bit messy, but they all needed showers anyway.

I wolfed down my breakfast. It was surprisingly good given that we were a bit late coming down. Still warm and we were all so hungry that anything would taste good. I finished, as usual, far ahead of the women. All of them were struggling with the eggs. Having to let them cool a bit before they could get their fingers into them to eat. I watched Christi and Jane eating on the floor. They didn't seem to be having more trouble because they were on the floor. No more so than the women at the table. They were still talking to each other in hushed whispers. Glancing my way once in a while. I idly wondered what they were up to.

Sheila looked a bit uncomfortable having to eat with her fingers. Probably still used to using cutlery. I caught her a couple of times staring wistfully at my knife and fork. A symbol. For them, being forced to eat without cutlery just reinforced my control over them. It seemed almost uncivilized. I had taken away a small portion of their humanity. Animals didn't use cutlery. But Sheila ultimately accepted it. It was better than the symbols of her slavery that Evan used. She was wearing them on her face and side.

Finally the girls finished. Jane and Christi automatically rose to their bare feet and began to clear the table. Christi washed and Jane dried. The other three just sat a bit uncomfortably, waiting for me to dismiss them or give them instructions.

I spoke to Elizabeth, "Shower time?"

She nodded enthusiastically. The other two were nodding as well. I glanced around at them. They were a mess. All of them. They had all made an attempt at straightening themselves after their rest, but none of them had really succeeded. Though they'd all licked their fingers clean after the messy breakfast, they still looked sticky and uncomfortable. They were all still beautiful in their nudity, and I debated forcing them to stay disheveled for a day to see how they'd take it. Maybe even punish them for not looking their best. But that was evil and unfair. Though I didn't mind being evil and unfair, it just didn't seem right for today. Perhaps tomorrow.

"You know the drill then. Shower together. Wash each other. I might check in on you. You can use hot water this morning. You look like you need it. Be careful of Sheila. I'm sure she's kind of sensitive. She can wash herself if necessary. Make yourselves presentable."

The three of them stood and begun to file out.

"Sheila?"

"Yes master?" She didn't have any hesitation using the word master as the other's did. She'd only been in my power for less than a day. I guess Evan had conditioned her to use the word.

"You don't have to put on make up. I like nail polish, but don't worry about your face. It still looks sore."

"You sure? I don't mind if you want me to touch it up."

"I don't mind. You look fine. Really."

"Thank-you master. I'll do my best." She just stood there. "You know the shower in my room? The one I had to use? He didn't even bother hooking hot water up to it? Yesterday's was the first hot shower I've had in months?" She moved forward and kissed my cheek. "I never thanked you for letting me take a hot shower. It. It felt so good." She scampered out of the kitchen to catch up to Elizabeth and Amy.

"That was nice of you," Jane spoke from the sink. She pranced over to me. "And so was that hot breakfast you let us have for a change. A slave thanks you." She kissed my other cheek. She walked back to drying the dishes. As she approached, I noticed some faint red marks under her bare breasts. I thought back. When was the last time I'd punished her? It seemed like ages ago. And I couldn't remember seeing those marks on her last night. Granted I was tired and had other things on my mind.

I heard the shower start upstairs and I was almost sure I heard a playful squeal from that direction.

I leaned back in my chair and watched the nude beauties as they cleaned up. Everyday tasks made so much more interesting when the ones doing it are naked. Disheveled. But naked. They were no longer even aware of their nudity. Probably not even caring anymore.

"You two have been acting like you have a secret all morning. Like two high school girls passing notes. What's up?"

Christi stopped washing the dishes and looked at me. Her face flushing.

"Why would you say that?" "

You think you can hide things from me? What are you two up to? Hmmm? Planning a coup?" "No. No. Oh God. Please don't think that. I don't need punishment for things that aren't true. I get enough for things I've actually done."

"Why didn't you two sleep on the couch last night? You would have both fit if you took separate ends. Your legs would've tangled up together but I wouldn't have thought you would've minded. I didn't tell you that you had to sleep on the floor." My sixth sense was telling me that their sleeping like that had something to do with all this secrecy. But I couldn't imagine why.

Christi flushed again. Jane tried to busy herself with the dishes.

"Alright. Jane. Look at me." She turned slowly. Fear evident on her face. Her toes curling against the tile. She dropped the dish she was drying back into the drainer. "Knees." The two of them sunk to their knees on the kitchen tile. Squirming.

"Please. Master. These slaves beg you not to punish them," Jane spoke softly.

"What have you done?" "Please. We couldn't help it. We didn't think you'd mind. We know we didn't have permission. But. We. We just couldn't help it. Please."

"I am going to punish you both. On the breasts. Hard. If you don't start telling me what the hell happened last night. What you two are so bloody secretive about." Christi paled and Jane shuddered at the threat. They knew damn well that I'd make good on it.

Christi whispered to me, her face bright red, "We. We were together last night."

"I know that. I locked you in the same room. Oh." The penny dropped and I realized what she was saying. I wasn't expecting that. But I guess I should have. I sat there as the silence thickened around me. The girls just knelt quietly, their faces flushed, their breathing laboured. Their eyes on the floor. All I could hear was their shallow breathing and the soft sound of water running upstairs.

I was used to the girls being forced into lesbian acts. I quite enjoyed watching it. But Christi was telling me that her and Jane had done it without me forcing it. These girls that claimed that they were straight. I could admit it. I was confused.

I cleared my throat. "I. I don't know quite what to say here. Um. What are you saying? Are you telling me that you are coming out of the closet here? That you, ahhhh, have feelings for one another?"

Christi actually began to laugh. "Oh God. Good Christ no. Don't worry, you can still force me to tongue a woman and I'll hate it. God. I'm not a lesbian. And I don't think Jane is either." Jane was shaking her head. Not laughing, but not a lesbian either. "And I love Jane. I love all of them. She's. Like a sister to me now. We've been through so much together. You've put us through so much. But no. She's not my girlfriend or anything. Even if I had the choice of having her as my girlfriend."

"I don't understand," I truly was confused. "I think you'd better explain."

Christi continued. Her initial hesitation gone. "Oh God. I don't know how to explain. Last night was so nuts. I think you fulfilled every fantasy I've ever had. You saw me last night. You saw the state I was in. Jane knows. Now. It was turning me on. You knew it would, you bastard." She was smiling. Remembering. "After you left, it even got more intense. Jane and I were really taking our frustrations out on that asshole. We used nearly everything in there. God, he could yell. We had to gag him for a while. And everytime that whip fell on him, and he screamed for me, I swear another bolt of electricity singed through my body. Starting at my nipples, and ending in my clit. Jane was hitting him. I was hitting him. It was just nuts. Crazy. I finally noticed that he'd passed out. I tried to revive him, but that wasn't about to happen. I finally gave up and sat down. I was so tired. Jane was practically asleep on her feet. We'd probably tortured him for three or four hours. Though I have no way of knowing. Not like you let me even wear a watch."

She paused. I could see that the story and her memories were affecting her. She was flushed and breathing heavily. Nipples red and swollen. Not like she could hide them. Jane was just flushed. Embarrassed by the whole thing, I was guessing.

Jane swallowed and continued the story. "At the time, I kind of suspected, but didn't really know that Christi was really getting turned on by torturing this guy. I was just dead tired. I asked her if she wanted the couch. She just shook her head. I figured that she'd just sleep in the chair. I lay down on the couch. I was just about asleep when I heard Christi crying. I managed to open my eyes and she was just sitting there weeping. For no reason."

"I was hot. I was horny. I didn't want to masturbate with Jane there, or in front of Evan if he woke up. Hell, I just wanted someone else. I just didn't feel like pushing myself over. And I didn't have your permission. Though I knew you'd never know if I did it, I still felt weird. Almost disloyal or something dumb. So I was crying. Not knowing when you'd let us out of the room. If you'd indulge me when you did. I don't know. The stress and exhaustion got to me. I was so screwed up. I couldn't help it. I just cried. Anyway, Jane was suddenly right there. Holding me. We cried together for a while. I told her. I told her about me. How I felt. About domination and submission and how you messed me up."

Jane had closed her eyes. Remembering last night. "And I couldn't help it. I told her about me. I didn't think I could ever tell anyone. And now both of you know. I hate myself."

Christi touched her. Leaned over on her knees and kissed her cheek. "Jane. It's normal. No weirder than what I feel. Anyway, I know we weren't supposed to, but we did it anyway. We were so tired we weren't thinking straight. It's my fault. If you want to punish anyone, punish me. I deserve it. We hardly even spoke. It was like we were telepathically linked. I don't know. It was the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. Jane and I just got up. I tied her. I tied her to Mayer. Her bare skin against his. Back to back. He woke up as I was tying her to him. He was so sore I doubt if he even knew what was going on. I stood there and looked at her. So delicate. So helpless. I gagged her with a pair of panties I found in the closet. Crotchless ones I think. Before I placed them in her mouth, she whispered to me to hit her hard. I couldn't. I'm sorry, Jane. I just couldn't. But I used a cane on her. Not hard. I swear it. I was playing with myself. I was hitting her. I remember she was screaming. But she never pushed the gag out. She could have. But she didn't. She just stood there and let me cane her breasts. Tears were streaming down her face. It just seemed so unreal. Like a dream. Finally I collapsed. Jane was just hanging. Tied to Evan. I. I think I crawled over to her and untied her. I remember thinking that I had to be careful not to untie Evan as well. I remember catching her as she fell. Having her in my arms. Crying. I was crying. I remember crawling over to the couch. And. God help me. We. Were together. It felt so good. I didn't care that it was Jane. That it was another woman. I just didn't care. I remember being cold. I remember holding her afterwards. We talked about it for a long time. I don't remember falling asleep. That's why we didn't sleep on the couch. And then she woke me up when you came in." Christi's voice faltered and fell silent.

Her eyes were brimming with tears. Jane was openly crying.

I sat there stunned in the silence. I didn't think anything could surprise me anymore. But these two nude, kneeling beauties had managed it. I hung my head back. Picturing it. Picturing what they'd described. I'd long ago decided that I wasn't going to punish them for whatever they'd done. And this wasn't something to punish them for. I just wish I'd seen it.

"Please. Master. We're sorry," Christi's small frightened voice came from the floor. "I swear. We were just tired. We weren't thinking straight. It was wonderful. But it was only once. We swear. Maybe we just wanted to try it without being forced. Please. It won't ever happen again."

I got up from my chair and walked over to the two girls. They were still on their knees. Their faces frightened. Not knowing how I felt about what they'd done.

I knelt down, my knees between their knees. Facing them. I leaned forward and gathered them into my arms. Hugging them fiercely. 

"You aren't going to punish us?" Christi whispered.

"I think. I think you've punished yourselves enough. I don't think that I have to do anything."

"Oh God. Thank-you." Jane whispered. She turned her head and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I. I don't know what came over us. I. We. To call us confused is an understatement. I don't know what to do. We've been trying to make sense of it since you woke us. I'm sorry. That's what we were whispering about. Honestly." I believed her.

I hugged them again. "Girls. Don't worry your pretty heads about it. As far as I'm concerned it was perfectly natural. You were dead tired in this really weird situation. You just were comforting each other. It got out of hand. I doubt if it means anything." I'm not sure I believed my own words, but they seemed to make the women feel better.

Christi swallowed. "I wish that was all there was to it. I'm scared."

"You'll be fine." I gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. They quietly allowed the kiss. I released them from the embrace and rose to my feet. I glanced towards the counter. I'd interrupted Jane as she was drying the last plate. Christi had finished washing.

Jane silently rose to her bare feet leaving Christi kneeling on the tile. She picked up the last plate from the drainer and took the dishcloth to it. She returned it to its cupboard and then sank back to her bare knees. Silently waiting. Brooding.

I heard the faint sound of the shower cease. I was sitting in a kitchen chair just watching the girls. They were shifting a little uncomfortably. But they remained quiet. Their eyes downcast. Ashamed?

As the shower stopped, I rose to my own bare feet. I padded over to them.

I touched their bare shoulders and the two women looked up at me.

"You two alright?"

Christi nodded and Jane sort of mumbled, "I think so."

"We have to finish with our Judge friend."

"Master?" Christi looked up at me.

"Yes?"

"I know we don't deserve it. But. But this slave. This slave begs. Begs her Master for a shower. Please? Th-this slave feels so very dirty. Please, even though she doesn't deserve one, please let her shower? She'll even be happy with a cold one. Please?" her voice had dropped to a whisper. It wasn't often that Christi deigned herself to use slave talk. She must have really wanted a shower. I can't say I was surprised. After their little confession, I could now see why Christi and Jane had particularly wanted a shower this morning.

I touched their bare shoulders again, indicated that they should rise. Jane was shaking a little, but they both managed to get to their bare feet.

"Listen up. Okay? I know you two are feeling a little odd this morning. I can't blame you. I'm not going to punish you for your adventure. I promise. That means that we're about to go have a shower. But I want you two to realize that I'm not going to treat you any different. Okay? You are still my slaves and I expect you to perform the same as if last night hadn't happened between you. It also means that I'm not going to keep you apart or anything. I might even still make you have sexual contact for my enjoyment. Are you two alright with that?"

Christi swallowed hard. She nodded. Jane followed suit. They exchanged a glance, but then looked back at me.

"You two want your shower now?"

"Oh God. Please." Jane was restraining herself from just being a normal girl and racing upstairs to use the shower.

I smiled at them and gave them each a playful pat. They practically bounded out of the kitchen and raced upstairs. I sat down on the kitchen table and swung my legs underneath. What the hell was that all about? It was pretty clear that those two had gone beyond simple lovemaking. I was actually worried that they had somehow managed to displace their feelings. Being in this situation may have driven them into each others arms. Both physically and emotionally. They may not realize it themselves yet, but I was guessing that if left without some protective measures these two girls were going to fall in love. I could see it on their faces. No matter how much they protested that they were still straight. They didn't want to admit it. And I could understand that. They probably hadn't even admitted it to themselves yet.

What the hell did this mean? Should I just back off and let whatever happens, happen? That could prove to be very interesting. On the other hand, wasn't I in control here? Did I want this to happen? What did it impact? And if I chose to prevent it from happening, how did I go about it? Keep them apart? Keep them together? Force them into sex with others? I could see drawbacks to all the plans. If these two were going to love each other, I wasn't sure I could prevent it. I'd have to ponder it later. For now, it simply wasn't a problem. I wasn't sure it ever would be.

I lifted myself and dropped back to the floor. I knew what the girls felt like. I felt icky myself. I walked slowly back to the foyer. My head still spinning from the morning's events. The problems of being in control.

As I climbed the stairs, I heard female voices raised in laughter. I smiled. At least they were happy this morning. I stood at the door for a good two minutes before the girls noticed me.

Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over the hair dryer. It was actually a sight to see. These bare dripping women sliding around playfully pulling the device this way and that. Sheila was standing a safe distance away, on the toilet seat. Carefully watching the battle. She was laughing hysterically. It must have hurt her like holy hell to be laughing that hard, but it was nice to see her in better spirits. Finally, with a cry of triumph Amy pulled the hair dryer out of Elizabeth's wet fingers and turned it on. This appeared to end the battle. Sheila daintily stepped down from her perch.

"Master." She spoke as she saw me watching the fight and her.

"Hi girls. A disagreement?" Amy and Elizabeth just looked sheepish. "Amy. Now that you've managed to win your Waterloo, perhaps you'd like to use it to dry Sheila's hair?"

"Of course, Master." She moved to obey. Her face twisting, trying her best to keep a straight face. And failing miserably. She finally broke out into a grin, but managed to control the giggles. She didn't seem to mind helping Sheila before drying her own hair.

Elizabeth pulled a towel from the rack and began to dry herself off. Her face a mask of self control. I could still see the giggles in her eyes. But she managed to control her laughter.

I removed the bathrobe I was wearing and handed it to Amy. She held it in her fingers. Staring at it wistfully. Wishing that she could don it.

I smiled to her. "Go on. Put it on until I get out."

"You're kidding. I haven't worn anything in like a week and you are allowing me to wear something now? Why?" A week was an exaggeration, but I got the point.

"You cooked a good breakfast for all of us. I think everyone here appreciates it. You've been a good girl. Obedient. And you did win the hair dryer. This is your prize for a brave battle to the death." Her mouth broke out into a grin again. Scarcely believing this turn of events.

I heard Jane's voice from the shower enclosure. "Don't argue with him Amy. I'd just wear it while you can. Silly girl."

Amy handed the hair dryer to Sheila for a moment and pulled the terry cloth around her bare body. She closed the belt. Her nudity disappeared in a flash. Pure pleasure graced her face. She actually looked stunning in it. Her figure filled it out despite her petite frame and the fact it was a man's robe. She did have to roll up the sleeves, but even that looked charming. The robe fell to her ankles. The bright blue of the terrycloth almost matching the colour of her eyes. She twirled in it. Unable to believe I'd allowed her to do this. Flashes of her pale skin as she moved. I hadn't realized I was going to do it either. I was originally planning on just having her hang it up for me. I supposed that it was hung up. Just on an exceptionally beautiful hanger.

She danced over to me and rose up on her tiptoes. She kissed me full on the mouth.

"Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you," she gushed.

"Keep in mind you are just keeping it warm until I get out."

She nodded and happily pranced back to Sheila. She didn't care that she would only be allowed to wear it for ten minutes or so. She was allowed to cover herself for the first time in days. She began to blow dry the nude blonde again. Being exceptionally careful of the bruises. All smiles. One happy little girl.

I pulled the shower doors open and stepped inside the steam bath. Christi was leaning against the far wall of the shower enclosure, her eyes closed. Jane was using the soap to wash the other girl. They knew the rules. Unless I allowed them the rare privilege of showering alone, they were to wash each other thoroughly. As though they were washing themselves. Christi's hair was full of lather. Her blonde mane matted with water and shampoo. Her hands idle at her sides. Enjoying being washed.

Christi opened her eyes as I stepped into the shower. Her face flushing. Probably, still not used to showering with me, or with other women. Maybe just enjoying the feel of Jane's fingers a little too much.

The two girls advanced towards me. I expected them to be still a little unsure of themselves. A little reserved. Again, I misjudged the female of the species. Jane grabbed one arm and Christi the other. Between them, the two nude girls managed to maneuver me into the stinging spray, soaking me. Laughing, they pulled me back out from beneath the spray, spluttering. I allowed them to manhandle me around the shower enclosure. Jane practically attacked me with the soap, beginning on my chest and drawing it down my torso. Christi poured shampoo into my hair and began to wash and massage my hair and scalp. If you ever get the opportunity to have two women wash you in the shower, my advice is to take it. I relaxed under their care. I closed my eyes and allowed the sensations of their slippery fingers to whisk away all the small aches and pains of the morning. Completely forgetting that these two beauties kind of caused them all.

I felt Jane's fingers being a bit more intimate as she returned to wash my groin a second time. I felt myself reacting. Christi's fingers were still buried in my hair. I touched Jane's head. She was kneeling in the tub below me.

Mistaking the gesture, the girl moved her head forward and engulfed my penis in her mouth. Her tongue running up and down as I entered her. I gasped in pleasure. Suddenly hard as a rock. I could feel Christi's soapy breasts against my back. She was purposefully pressing her bare body against me.

Originally, I was going to stop them before this got out of hand. Not really wanting or expecting sex at the moment. I had plans for the rest of the day. Wanted a strong sex drive.

Perhaps the girls knew this. If they managed to get me first thing in the morning, it might reduce my sex drive enough to prevent me from wanting to abuse them later. Probably sound reasoning. And all of the girls were smart enough to figure it out. I wondered if they had collaborated on this somehow. A conspiracy of sex of sorts? Watergate? I smiled at the thought.

I resolved to make sure to upset their plans, if I wasn't being paranoid. J

Jane's tongue swirled around me again and I completely lost my train of thought. Was I a complete idiot? In the shower with two gorgeous nude women. One on her knees in front of me? With me in her mouth? And I was thinking of stopping it?

I ran my fingers through her wet hair feeling her small movements taking me into her mouth. I glanced down. One hand was busy moving on my soap lubricated scrotum. I gasped as I reacted. Her other hand was moving between her own legs.

One of Christi's hands was pinching gently at my left nipple. Her body was moving slowly to the beat of the shower. She was moaning softly. Her mouth nibbling at my ear.

I couldn't help it. I exploded into Jane's waiting mouth. She frantically swallowed. Her own moans emerging around me. Even after I'd finished and released her head, she voluntarily remained on her knees. She kept me in her mouth. Her tongue still slowly circling me as I softened. Christi had stopped touching my nipple, and her hand had disappeared. Her soft cries becoming more insistent. Jane's voice too had become more and more desperate below.

Jane's mouth released me and she looked up at me. I could see her desire in her eyes. Her lips ruby red. Water streaming over her.

"Please. Master."

"Wha?" I managed to get out. The sight of this naked teenager, soaked, kneeling, not allowing my brain to operate.

"Hit me. Let me climax. Please?" she whispered. I could barely hear her over the beat of the shower and the hair dryer.

Christi whispered into my ear from behind me. "Oh God. Please. Allow a slave to orgasm. Oh God. Please?"

I suddenly understood. These girls weren't going to let themselves climax without permission. I turned and looked at Christi. Her soapy body writhing. Her hands busy on her own body. One deep between her legs, the other brushing her very erect nipples.

I leaned in to Christi. "You want to hit Jane?"

"Oh God. Yes. No. Please. I don't know. I don't think so. Please just let me cum. I'll do anything you want. Please."

I closed my eyes and turned around. I slapped Jane's face. She gasped in pain. Her head snapped back and her eyes flew open. The open handed slap would leave a red mark for a few minutes, but wasn't anything like the slap that Mayer had delivered in anger to Sheila.

"Harder," she whispered. I leaned down to her ear. "You can orgasm as soon as I slap you again."

"Oh God. Please. Hurry." I turned to Christi.

"You can climax as soon as I slap her again." "Oh God. Please don't hurt her."

"I won't. She wants it. You understand."

Christi nodded. Her hands still working furiously. Slowing down once in a while to prolong things. Stop her from climaxing early. She moaned low in her throat. Wanting to climax but afraid to without permission.

I turned around. Jane was still kneeling. Naked. Vulnerable. Her eyes frightened, but strangely at peace.

I reached forward and slapped her cheek again. Her head slowly tilted back and her fingers flicked her clitoris one last time. Her wet hair streaming down her bare back. She screamed. Startling me. Her whole body tensed on her knees. Her mouth opened. She climaxed hard. Her whole body showing her pain and pleasure.

I heard Christi's low moan. I turned just in time to see her draw in a last breath of air and hold it. Her whole body tensing. Her head falling to the side. Finally taking a last breath of air.

I felt a weight against my bare foot. I looked down to find Jane collapsed off her knees and quietly crying under the spray. Christi had somehow managed to keep her balance. Jane's fingers were pressed against her right cheek. It was probably stinging like a thousand bees had settled there to let their anger be known. I crouched down, more concerned for her than Christi who'd managed to stay upright.

"You alright, Janey?"

She nodded. She managed to get herself to her hands and knees, looking at me.

"Soap tastes awful," she remarked casually. A smile breaking over her face. Her cheek was red. But not seriously. "I should have rinsed you. Remind me next time." She opened her mouth and let water flow into it from the waterfall cascading over her body. She spit, grimacing. Very unladylike, but under the circumstances I wasn't about to punish her. She looked up and smiled. "Yuck."

I hadn't realized that she had given me head while I was still soapy. I couldn't imagine what kind of self-control that took, not to react but continue her task. What a way to wash your mouth out with soap. And she hadn't even been swearing.

I helped Jane to her feet.

"Thank-you," she whispered. I knew she meant for the slaps. I nodded and kissed her mouth. She returned the kiss.

I stepped under the spray again. Rinsing out the shampoo and the soap covering my body. I was actually surprised that the shampoo hadn't crept down and into my eyes. Lucky for Christi. Soap in the master's eyes was a punishable offense. Christi waited patiently, her own body still needing rinsing. If I wasn't mistaken, shampoo had crept into her eyes. They looked a bit bloodshot and she was wiping at her forehead and cheeks with her wet hands. I had no idea if Jane was done or not. But they hadn't really been in the shower long enough. Jane probably still had to wash.

I stepped out from the spray. Christi leaned down to whisper to me. "I. I guess I'm not a lesbian. Not really. All I could think about was you that time."

I smiled. "I think Jane had other things on her mind as well."

Maybe they'd be alright after all. 

to be continued.......