Truthfully, between the syrup play and this punishment, I was more than ready to take advantage of Jane's offer. I knew that she'd gladly have sex with me, and it wouldn't be entirely forced. Tempting as it was, I wanted to finish this first.

I looked back up at the girls as my right hand strayed to stroke gently at Sheila's hair as she knelt quietly beside me. Jane's tears had stopped reasonably quickly and she stood resigned that she was going to have to endure whatever I had planned. At least she wasn't  blindfolded or forced to stand feet wide as Elizabeth was. I'd even allowed her to keep her dress for the moment, though it was pulled down revealing her breasts. But in her current position, there wasn't much she could do about that.

Elizabeth stood in her bonds and cried quietly, not even aware of where I was, or if I was watching her. She twisted her trapped wrists occasionally, testing her tether, desperately wanting out of this.

After a few minutes, Elizabeth shifted a bit, turning her head towards where she thought I was.

"M-master?" she inquired a bit to my left.

"What can I do for you?" I asked her innocently. Her head reoriented on my voice and she spoke more towards me, her ears guiding her.

"My arms hurt."

"They're supposed to."

"Please let me down. I'll do whatever you want. I promise. I'll be good."

"I still have more planned for your defenseless little body."

"Please. I've learned my lesson. I'll do what you want. I'll beg you if you want."

"I want you to beg. For your next punishment."

"Please no."

"Elizabeth?"

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

"You and Jane."

"Me and Jane," she hung her head obscuring my view of her bare breasts with her hair.

"Just beg me to continue your punishment."

"Oh God." She swallowed, a flush rising over her entire body. "Um. Th-this slave ... I can't do this. Please."

"For every moment you procrastinate, I double the amount of time you and Jane spend here."

"Oh God. I'm sorry. This slave begs for her punishment. Please do whatever you are going to us. Please?"

"Do you deserve your punishment?"

She stopped. She brought her head back up as if to look at me. I could tell by the set of her mouth that she didn't know what she was supposed to say. Truth, or what she thought I wanted to hear.

"This slave doesn't know. Does she deserve punishment?"

"Weren't you ever taught not to answer a question with a question?" I tormented the nude bound woman.

"Oh God. I don't know. Please."

"Do you deserve punishment?"

She took a deep breath. I could see her bare body shaking as she struggled to find the right answer. She finally whispered, "Yes. This slave deserves her correction." Her voice picked up speed, "Please, Master, but Jane doesn't. Please let her go."

I walked over to her silently and crouched in front of her. I traced my finger down her cheek gently. Not expecting the touch, she jumped, putting more strain on her bound arms and moaning. She carefully placed herself back into her bent position and murmured, "This slave
is sorry for moving. You can touch me."

"Startled you?"

"Please. I can't see. Please don't punish me. You can touch me wherever you want. Face. Tits. Ass. Legs. Anything. I wasn't trying to resist. Please."

I kissed her cheek and spoke gently to her. "I know. Relax. I understand."

"Thank-you," she mumbled as she hung in her position. I noticed her toes curling as she fought down her humiliation.

I sat on the floor in front of her and simply looked over her tight body. She was straining against her bonds, moaning as she felt the aches settle further into her muscles. I waited for her to speak again.

"Sir? Are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"Please. What are you going to do to us? This hurts. Is this my punishment? To stand here like this?"

"Not all of it."

"Oh God. Please. You don't need to hit me. I've learned what I'm supposed to. I'll never disobey again. It doesn't matter if I want to do something or not, I'll just do it."

"Fair enough. But I want to make sure you won't forget it."

"I won't. I swear it."

I rose to my feet and padded back to the chair. I crouched by Sheila and whispered a few instructions to her.

"Please no. You have no idea how much that thing hurts."

"You're right, I don't. But I'm not going to subject them to a lot of it."

"Oh God."

"I just need for you to get it. I won't make you use it."

"Promise?"

"I promise. You can sit back and watch."

"Please don't use it on them. Please?"

I shook my head and Sheila finally hung her head in resignation, knowing that I'd just force her to endure it as well. I was perfectly capable of getting it myself and tying her as Jane and Elizabeth were. She realized that it could be her in the bonds just as easily as Jane.  She'd gladly switch places, I was sure, but there was little point to having both of them endure the punishment.

Sheila rose to her bare feet and began to slowly walk towards the closet again. Tears were falling gently from her eyes as she realized the torment I was about to inflict on the two defenseless women. She'd endured it before, though not by my hand.

Jane twisted in her ropes to watch as Sheila walked slowly to the closet. I saw her swallow heavily as Sheila emerged carrying the small black box and two silver probes in her hands. Draped over her right arm was a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a long silver
chain and a roll of tape. Sheila knelt and laid them all at my feet on the carpet, shuddering.

Jane spoke quietly from her bonds.

"Please no. I've seen that thing work. Oh God. We'll do anything at all for you. You don't have to do this."

"What is it, Jane?" Elizabeth spoke quietly, relying on the other to see for her.

Jane looked at me seeking permission to answer. I nodded. I wanted Elizabeth to know.

"Oh God. Elizabeth. It's some sort of electronic toy. I don't know how it works. But I've seen it used. On the guy that was in here before us." Tears began to fall from Jane's eyes. "It. It shocks you I guess. From the inside. And he passed out. Screaming."

"Oh God," Elizabeth mumbled.

Jane looked back at me. "Please don't do this to us."

"What if I was only going to do it to Elizabeth?"

"You said that whatever you did to her, you'd do to me too. Please. I'm begging you." Jane began to pull a bit at her bonds. Fright was evident in her face. "That thing could kill us."

I smiled at her. "Janey, sweety. It isn't going to kill you."

"You won't turn it up?"

"Only if you do something to deserve it."

"It'll hurt us, though."

"Isn't that the point of punishment?"

"Please. We haven't done anything to deserve this. I'm scared. Please."

I rose off the chair and picked up one of the silver probes and approached Jane. She tried to back away, but the rope holding her wrists up prevented her from going far. She only really succeeded in increasing the strain on her arms. She moaned.

"Where are you going to put that thing?" she asked in fear, her eyes glued to the probe.

"In you."

"Oh God. Please no. I'll do anything. I'll crawl. I'll masturbate for you. I'll fuck you. Anything you want."

"Where would you like it? The way I see it, you have two choices."

"Please no."

"Alright, I'll choose for you."

"No."

"Sheila, I'm going to need some lubricant."

I watched as Sheila got to her feet.

"I'm wet. I swear I am. You don't need lubricant. Please don't put that thing in me."

"I suspect you'll need lubricant."

Jane's face clouded until she realized where the thing was going if she didn't do something about it.

"Oh God. No. Not there. I'll do anything. Don't do this to me. I'm begging you. Let me go. I'll kneel for you. I'll kiss your feet. Anything."

"I gave you a choice."

"Please. I'll choose. Not my ass. I can't take that."

"You will if I tell you to."

"Please no. I. This slave begs you to put it in her pussy instead. Oh God. Please."

I nodded to Sheila who knelt back down.

I knelt under Jane's bent form and slowly ran the probe up under her dress, tracing up her bare legs. Still crying, she spread her legs a little, accepting finally that she was going to get violated with this thing, like it or not. If she resisted she'd just be put in more pain that she couldn't stop until she agreed to have the thing in her. The probe wasn't all that wide, which surprised me considering it's primary use was as a punishment. Jane groaned, but easily took the cylinder into herself. Using a small strip of tape, I secured the intruder into her so that she wouldn't involuntarily expel it.

I retreated from her. She had hung her head, her brunette hair hanging limply around her face, hiding her tears.

"Please. Oh God. Please. I don't want it in me. I'll do whatever you want. Please, you don't need to do this," she begged quietly.

I ignored her pleas and crouched in front of Elizabeth. I removed her blindfold, wanting her to see the probe I had.

She blinked furiously in the sudden light and finally registered the probe in my hand.

"Oh God. No. Please no."

"Your choice where it goes."

Jane whispered shakily from her position, "Elizabeth. Choose. Don't let him choose for you. Be glad he's allowing you to choose."

She looked at me, tears beginning to form again in her eyes.

"Oh Christ. My vagina. Please, I don't want it at all. Oh God. Please."

I walked around behind her and let my finger trace through her lips. She shuddered at the touch and instinctively tried to close her legs. The cuffs held her ankles securely apart. She wasn't as lubricated as Jane, but she wasn't completely dry either.

"Do you want me to lubricate this for you?" I asked the vulnerable girl.

"Am I wet?"

"You can't tell?"

"Not really. I'm scared. Please don't do this."

I thought that she was probably moist enough that it wouldn't hurt her overly to insert the probe. Spreading her lips a little, I slipped the probe between her legs. It met some resistance, but it may just have been her natural tightening at the unwanted intrusion. She groaned and cried out as she was violated, begging piteously all the time. I taped the silver contraption inside of her and walked back to the chair.

I picked up the nipple clamps and chain from the floor and approached Jane.

"What now? Please don't do this. You have no idea what this is going to do to us." She'd managed to control her tears again, squirming in her ropes probably trying to dislodge the probe inside of her.

"I do know that in order to have you both feel it, you have to be connected, electrically."

"Oh God," Jane spoke quietly as she realized how that connection was going to be made. As I carefully slipped the clamp around her erect nipple, she cried out as it tightened. This wasn't as bad as the time I'd forced her to walk from the mall, nor nearly as painful as the crop against her, but I'm sure it was uncomfortable.

"Please take it off. I. I'll do anything at all."

"I know you will, Janey. It's just for a little while. You can do it."

"You wouldn't be so sure if you were standing here, tied up and nearly naked."

I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "You'll be fine. Just look forward to the nice rest you get after this."

She fought back her fright and tears and stood motionless, trying to control her breathing.

Without even speaking to her, and ignoring her pleas, I did the same to Elizabeth's exposed breast, only I tightened the clamp a little more than on Jane. After all, Elizabeth was really the one being punished, here. She screamed as the clamp bit down on her, trying to twist away from the burning in her nipple, but her feet and wrists held her more or less still for me. She finally held herself as still as possible, moaning. The chain stretched between the girls, well off the floor. I smiled as I realized that any motion of one girl would transmit to the nipple of the other through the connection. By Elizabeth and Jane's postures, I'm pretty sure that they realized it as well.

I quickly connected the wiring up to the girls' probes and ran the wire back so that I could sit in the chair and watch them. I plugged in the unit and twisted the setting knob to its lowest level. I had no interest in frying them, only making them uncomfortable for a while.

"Please. Master? This slave begs to speak. Please?" Jane spoke quietly from her restraints. She looked like she was braced and accepting that she was going to have to experience this, but wanted to give one more attempt at avoiding the pain she knew was on its way.

"What is it Jane?" My finger was playing with the glowing button which, when pressed, was going to provide them with plenty of distraction.

"Oh God. This slave begs you not to press that button. She's afraid."

"I know you are, sweety."

"Then why? Elizabeth didn't do anything to deserve this much. Are you just playing with us?"

She was a bright girl. I wasn't just doing this to punish them. Elizabeth's infraction perhaps warranted being bound for an afternoon, and perhaps a light spanking until she begged to make love to Amy. Not this. And both girls probably knew it. I was playing. I hadn't played
with the girls for a while, and I needed to remind them of their place, and their lack of freedom. I'd been too lax with them, and I suspected that they'd forgotten that they could be punished whenever I chose. It sort of served a dual purpose.

"Yes, Jane. I'm playing with you," I admitted. "Elizabeth didn't cause all of this."

"Oh God. That makes more sense, at least."

"That helps you?"

"A little. I don't know why."

I did. They didn't want to think that small infractions were going to result in this kind of over-reaction. And truthfully, I didn't want them thinking that either. It wasn't true, and there was no need to have them constantly worrying about minor infractions of my unreasonable rules. They were human after all. They would make mistakes, and I didn't normally care too much as long as it didn't go overboard into outright rebellion or cause me a lot of grief.

"Can I do anything to convince you to take this thing out of me and let us go?"

"I doubt it."

"Can a slave try?"

"Of course."

"You've already punished Elizabeth, haven't you?"

I nodded slowly.

"She's learned her lesson right?"

I nodded again. Elizabeth had learned her lesson as soon as I bound her arms so uncomfortably behind and above her.

"You don't need to do this to her. She can't take it. Let her go. I'll entertain you if you need to play with someone. You can whip me. My breasts. My pussy. I'll stand her like this and take it. I'll scream for you. And then I'll make love to you. I'll kiss you. Please?"

She had managed to keep a hold on her tears up until this point. She began to cry a little, but she was determined to try, despite how humiliating this must be for her.

"I can do that to you anyway."

"I'll do it willingly. I'll let you do it to me. You can have me while I'm tied up. I'll even tell you I like it."

I silently rose and placed the black box down on my chair. I walked over to Jane and bent to her face. I cupped her cheeks in my hands, feeling the wetness of her tears. I gently kissed her tears away.

Without answering her, I walked to the doorway, leaving the girls bound and hooked up, and let myself out into the hallway. The door closed gently behind me.

Amy was still completely nude and bound securely into her chair. She was moaning and pulling at her ropes, her bare toes curling at the carpet as she fought the sensations of the girl between her spread legs.

Christi was still on her knees, her bobbing head buried between Amy's thighs. She wasn't moving her head very fast, and almost looked bored with her task.

I crept silently into the room, Amy's soft cries masking my presence. I tapped Christi's shoulder gently. She screamed, not expecting the touch. Breathing hard she whirled from Amy's vagina, her small hands forming fists as she turned.

"Shit, you scared me," she gasped as she realized that it was me.

I laughed gently as I sat down on the bed, crossing my legs. The clothed girl turned herself on her knees, resting her hands on her thighs. I could almost see her bare feet under her as she knelt.

"Who told you to stop?"

"Please, sir. My tongue is tired. And. I'm sorry Amy, I don't like the taste. Please can I stop  now? I've been at this an hour at least."

"More than that actually. Did Amy climax?"

Christi sat back on her heels and kept silent. I glanced up at Amy who was reddening.

Amy spoke softly, embarrassed. Embarrassed to be sitting there helpless and nude and having to tell me, "Once more. I couldn't help it."

"That's alright. I didn't tell you that you couldn't."

"It helped if I just enjoyed it as much as I could. I don't think I can go again, though. I. I tried."

I turned back to Christi. "Christi? You say your tongue is tired and you are getting sick of the taste? I can't imagine.

"Please sir. My tongue is cramped."

"Does it matter? If I want you to lick her all day, will you?"

"Please don't make me do that."

"Would you?"

She reluctantly nodded. I left her sitting on her knees and just looked at her expectantly.

She sighed and began to turn herself back to her task.

"Christi?"

She turned, a questioning look on her face. One of those please-what-else? looks.

"Would you rather be bound, than tongue her?"

"Please. I. This slave. She would prefer that."

"You sure?"

"What are you planning for me? How long am I going to be tied this time?"

"A while, until I finish with Jane and Elizabeth."

"Oh God. What. Can I ask what you are doing with them? Please. You aren't hurting them are you?"

"Perhaps a little, but they'll be fine."

"I'm sure. What do you want me to do?"

I shifted on the bed.

"Come here."

Obediently, Christi rose to her bare feet and padded over to the bed. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to kneel, or sit up on the bed with me.

"Take off your clothes."

"Oh God. Please. I'll lick her more. I. I don't want to lose my clothes."

"You can have them back. Relax. I just want you naked for the next few minutes."

Her hands reluctantly stole to the base of her top, tears forming in her eyes.

"I can dress afterwards?"

"I'll let you dress before I tie you up."

"Oh God. Alright." She had thought that I was intending to tie her nude as I normally did. Her hands pulled the sweater from her body, revealing her bare breasts. Her fingers began to fumble with her jeans, but I stopped her with a touch. She looked at me quizzically.

I reached up and gently gripped her blonde hair, pulling her down towards me. Her breasts inviting as she bent. I kissed her gently on her lips, feeling her respond. I could taste Amy's lubrication on Christi's mouth as I let my tongue trace along Christi's lips. It tasted arousing, I couldn't imagine why Christi would find it distasteful, but then again, I'm not female nor had I had to taste it for better than an hour.

I felt Christi's fingers fumbling with my jeans, unbuttoning them and releasing me. She tugged the clothing down my legs, until she could lower my briefs as well. I laid back on the bed, feeling her weight press into the bed.

"You sure you don't want me to take these off as well?" Christi whispered, kneeling up and touching her own jeans.

"You're fine the way you are," I murmured to her.

Knowing what I wanted, she lowered her head to me and I gasped as her tongue found me. Her softness traced and teased me as images of Jane, and Elizabeth bound and waiting in the other room tantalized me. I groaned as she pressed her silky breasts against me, cradling me between the gentle hills, licking me as she rose and fell with me between her breasts. I could feel her soft breath against me, and her clean sweet skin of her fingers. I felt myself engulfed in her as she again used her mouth.

I closed my eyes, knowing that Amy was bound naked only a few feet away, watching this. Knowing that Christi was going to be bound after this. Feeling myself tightening. So ready.

I touched her bobbing head and she released me from her warm mouth.

"Please," she murmured, breathing hard.

I closed my eyes and struggled with my own desires. I wanted her. Badly. Sometimes things are sweeter if you wait. I reached down and slowly pulled up my jeans, re-buttoning them.

"You have to be kidding," Christi breathed, her breathing still ragged.

I wasn't kidding. I slowly shook my head.

"You can't do this. You. I haven't finished."

"I thought your tongue was tired."

"Of licking Amy, you wise ass. Please. Let me finish."

"Later. I promise. We'll finish this a little later."

"Oh God. I. I want you now."

"You'll just have to wait, my dear."

"You'll have to tie me up, now. I'll finish on my own if you don't."

"Not if I ordered otherwise, my dear. We'll see about that. Give me your wrists."

She flushed but obediently raised her wrists, an incredulous look on her face. She couldn't believe that I was leaving her for something else. After she'd had me in her mouth.

"No way, behind you. I don't want you being able to reach yourself."

"Please no."

"I don't want you finishing on your own ..."

She took a deep breath and turned herself around, holding her wrists crossed behind herself. I carefully wrapped soft cord around her slender wrists and lashed them together securely. She wouldn't be in this for very long, and I was pretty sure that her circulation would be fine.

"You don't have to do this, you know. We. I want to finish. Please."

She pulled at her bound wrists as she spoke.

"Lie down. On your front."

She struggled a bit with her hands bound as they were, but eventually pressed herself into the bed, lying quietly. I moved to her feet and she squirmed as I tied them together with more cord. She cried out as I wrapped her bare toes in another smaller length of cord.

"Roll over."

She turned her head and looked up at me.

"Please. Let me go. We can finish."

"Roll over."

She resigned herself and rolled onto her bound arms, face up. I reached out and traced her bare breasts with my fingers. She closed her eyes, falling into the sensations. I caressed her face, her neck, and her breasts, until her breathing was ragged and she was begging softly. I leaned down and gave her one last quick kiss on the lips, tasting Amy again, and slipped off the bed. I took one last look at her bound, half naked body and turned away.

"Don't go. Please?" her quiet voice pleaded from the bed. "I'll do anything you want."

"I'll be back soon, and you will do anything I want," I softly replied.

I touched Amy's hair as I passed her naked and bound form. Her hair was slightly damp, probably from her exertions over the last hours.

"Thank you for letting her stop," Amy whispered as I touched her head. I assume that she was thanking me for letting the lesbian contact cease, at least for a little while. I'm doubt if either of them particularly enjoyed it, despite the climaxes.

I nodded and bent, giving Amy a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Will you let me out of the chair before you go?"

"Not yet, Amy."

Not understanding why she had to remain restrained, she knew better than to question it, especially after all that had happened today. She nodded with tears brimming in her eyes, resigned that she'd be let out when I decided to let her out. She had no idea how long she would be forced to sit in this chair, and she was probably already uncomfortable. She couldn't even shift her position and she was horribly exposed. But I would have thought that she'd be used to the exposure at least by now.

I turned quietly and left the girls alone. Amy, a bit more relieved and, I was guessing, Christi a lot more frustrated. Hell, I was frustrated.

I walked slowly back to the other women bound in the judge's old chambers.

The voices inside stopped as I opened the door. I caught the last sentence from Sheila.

" ... I only experienced up to three. I think. I can't describe it. God, I hope he doesn't do that to you. OH ..." as I entered the room.

"I won't subject them to even the three level, Sheila. Don't worry about that."

"Please. I haven't asked you for anything at all. I've done everything you ever asked of me. I've been good, right?" Sheila spoke softly from the floor by the chair. "I haven't complained about anything. You are so much better than Mayer."

"Yes ..." I replied softly.

"Please. I'm begging you. A soft, naked, slave on her knees is begging you not to do this. It hurts. From deep inside. Like you couldn't imagine. Please don't do this to them. I'll do whatever you want. I. I'll let you rape me. Anything but that. Please. I know you don't owe me anything, but I'm begging you. I'll even let you whip me, if that's what you want."

I walked over to the naked girl and crouched down beside her. I lifted her face by her chin and looked deep into her beautiful eyes.

"Sheila, I am tempted, but I don't want to hurt you. Not now, at least. And I've already decided. I promise that I won't let it get beyond their ability to handle it, not like your former master did to you. Okay?"

I kissed at the tears that were falling down her cheeks. She nodded, knowing enough not to resist and knowing that further begging wasn't going to work either. Jane and Elizabeth were just going to have to suffer this.

Jane looked up at me from her bent position and begged silently with her eyes. She really didn't like this, and I couldn't blame her. She whispered quietly.

"Please don't do this to us."

Elizabeth just silently cried, looking down at the floor.

I picked up the small black box. It felt warm in my hand. I ensured that the settings were low. I couldn't imagine what this thing did, how it would feel, what these women would be going through. I decided to take it slow, try to determine how much to torment them with it. I really didn't want to hurt them as much as Mayer had hurt Sheila.

I rested my thumb on the small red button. Jane just closed her eyes, trying to brace her bound body. She had resigned herself that begging simply wasn't going to free her from the pain. Tears ran down her face as she anticipated it.

I swallowed, almost hesitant to press the button. They had been tormented enough. I couldn't imagine what they'd already been through, being bound, helpless, violated.

I watched them both carefully as I let my thumb press the button. The reaction was instantaneous. Both girls bodies snapped rigid. Jane managed to hold onto her pain better than Elizabeth. Elizabeth raised her head and screamed pitifully. Her bound body strained against the ropes holding her, even her bare toes curling. Jane's face raised as well, and I could see her pressing her lips tightly together, desperately trying to control the scream.

I relented and released the button. So little effort on my part, so much torment on theirs.

Elizabeth and Jane slumped into their bonds, both breathing heavily. Elizabeth was mumbling quietly, "I'm sorry. Oh my God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Jane gathered in her strength and looked at me, tears running down her face.

"Please," she whispered to me.

Sheila had turned her head away, her fingers tugging gently at my jeans.

"God. Please don't do that again to them. Please?" Sheila begged, upturning her face towards me.

I gently stroked Sheila's hair as she wept. She knew exactly what the girls were going through.

I caught Jane's eyes and she begged, not knowing what else to do.

"Please. Master. A slave. She begs you not to do that again to her. It hurts. She. She can't describe how much it hurts. Inside. Please don't. She'll do anything you want."

Elizabeth just hung in her bonds moaning. Unable to speak.

"It didn't kill you, did it?"

"Please. I can't take it again. It hurts so much. Please turn it down. Take this thing out of me. I can do things for you. Anything. You'll like it more than hurting me. Please. Oh God. Please. You can take away my clothes. I'll stand here all day if you want. Please don't press that button again. Please?"

"Janey? It's already turned all the way down."

"Oh God. Please not again. Elizabeth has learned her lesson. We don't need to be hurt like this. Oh God. Please. Please."

Elizabeth, finally raised her head. Misery written across her features, tears falling shamelessly from her eyes. She twisted her hands in her cuffs, desperately wanting this to end.

"Please. I've learned. I'll obey. I'll do whatever you want. Anything. Just not again. I. Hurt. Please."

"You'll lick Amy?"

"Yes." She seemed almost eager now.

"You'll beg to lick Amy?"

"Oh God. Anything. Please, let me lick Amy. I'll lick her for as long as you want. I'll enjoy it. Anything you want. Please don't."

"If I agreed to let Jane go, would you allow me to press this button again?"

Her face collapsed, her own pain overwhelming her. This wasn't a fair question, I could see how much she hurt, how much she didn't want to be pulsed again.

She pressed her lips together, squirming in her bonds. She reluctantly nodded her head.

"Sorry? I didn't hear you."

"Oh God. Yes. Please let Jane go. I'll let you do it again to me if you want. I don't have a choice anyway. What can I do to stop you?"

"It's more than that, Elizabeth. I want you to beg to be hurt again."

"Oh God. Don't make me do that." Her face was flushing. She knew that she was going to get it again, like it or not. But if she begged, Jane might not have to endure it as well. But she didn't want to beg for it, either. She pressed her lips together.

"Alright. No problem."

"Wait." Elizabeth cried out just before I pressed the button again.

"Yes?"

"Please. This slave is begging to be shocked again. Please hurt her. She deserves it. But please. Jane doesn't. Not again. It hurts so much. Her. Her pussy is still hurting. Please release Jane. Shock me if you have to. I'll take it. I'll scream. But I'll take it. Turn it up, even. I'd beg you on my knees. But let Jane go. Please."

I nodded. She'd had enough. I didn't want to completely break her. I just wanted to make sure that she obeyed in the future. This thing really hurt, by the sound of it.

"You sure you want to do this?"

Elizabeth pulled at her cuffs but silently nodded. She'd take the pain alone, rather than have Jane involved any further. If she had a choice.

Jane looked up at me.

"You bastard. I'll take it as well. Don't make her beg for this, you son of a bitch. Nobody should have to endure this."

"She's already begged enough, Janey. Relax. You'll be out of this in a second."

"Oh God."

I rose, leaving the box on the chair. I approached Jane and cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me through her tears.

"I just wish I could put you up here, just once," she whispered to me. "You have no concept what you just put us through, do you? It hurts. Feel my nipple."

I reached up to her trapped nipple and felt it throbbing and warm beneath my finger. Jane gasped at the touch but managed to stay still.

"Feel it? Imagine what it feels like from this end. I had fucking electricity flowing through there. It hurt. Like hell. Now imagine the worst pain you've ever had and then multiply it by ten. That's what it felt like between my legs. Please. I kept quiet for you. Please, have mercy on her. She can't take it. I'll take it for her. Let her go. I can take another pulse if you don't leave it on. If you must see a girl in agony. Please. For me?"

"Jane, you are one brave little girl. I can't. It has to be Elizabeth."

"Why? Don't get me wrong. I don't want this either, but she'll pass out. She won't be any fun if she passes out, will she? You don't have any idea how much this hurts. How much it hurts to even have your arms like this. Oh God. What can I say to convince you."

I kissed her cheek. "Nothing, my sweet one."

"Oh God." She hung her head in defeat, tears falling from her eyes again. I glanced over at Sheila, who was looking positively sick at this exchange.

I traced my fingers slowly up Jane's leg, under her dress, savouring the feel of her silken skin. She cried out a bit at the touch, but didn't move. She was probably sensitive all over her body from the shock I'd forced her to endure. I couldn't imagine how Sheila had taken a shock at a higher level if Jane was having this much trouble at level one. And I could see how higher levels might be lethal.

I carefully felt for the tape between Jane's legs and carefully peeled it from her skin. She cried out again, as the tape lifted some of her sparse pubic hair with it. But that indignity couldn't have been anywhere near as bad as what she had endured earlier.

I slowly eased the probe from her sore vagina as she gasped. She sighed in relief as I pulled the shiny phallus out from under her dress.

"Thank-you," she whispered as she was relieved of her violation and the source of her torture.

"Feel better?"

"Much. But please don't do this to Elizabeth. She doesn't deserve it."

"I know she doesn't, sweetheart. I know."

"Why then? What can I offer you not to do it."

"Your breasts?"

"My breasts? You already have them. They're yours."

"Beg me to whip them."

"You know I will. As much and as long as you like."

"Don't scream when I hit them?"

"Oh God. Please. You know I can't do that. Gag me if you want me to be quiet. Please."

"Try. You'll have lots of motivation."

"Will trying be good enough? Will you shock her anyway if I scream?"

"Hold off screaming for the first five. How's that?"

"And you'll let her out of the shocks?"

"Yes. But I don't promise that I won't hit her breasts as well."

"Oh God. Alright. I'll try. What if I fail?"

"You won't. But if you do, I'll shock her. And I'll increase the shocks to level two."

"You bastard. So it's all up to me."

"You begged me to let you offer something. I was just going to give her one more small dose. You raised the stakes here."

"Oh God. I'm sorry."

"You still have the choice. I don't really mind either way."

"You are a monster. You know that? I'm not sure if I can keep quiet."

I smiled at her. "You did during the electricity thing."

"That took every ounce of my strength. I'm not sure I can do it again. Please. Just let us go. We've suffered for you enough."

"Janey? Sweety? Do you want to try this, or not?"

"Oh God. You son of a bitch. I don't have a choice, do I? I'll try. I can't watch her go through that again. Knowing it was because I couldn't stop it."

"Jane. Please don't. I might pass out, but I won't feel anything if I do. Let me do this. I got us into this," Elizabeth pleaded with her from her tether. "I. I have to do this."

Jane whispered to her, "I'm sorry. I have to do this as well. He could do all this anyway to me. Don't you see? He's giving me a chance here. He didn't have to. I have to try."

I carried the silver probe over to Elizabeth and knelt in front of her.

"Elizabeth, I know that this is going to be hard, but you have to do this. Otherwise, I'm going to make it a lot worse on you. Okay?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to hold this thing in your mouth."

"But. Please. It's been in her."

"I know, baby. If Jane fails, then you still have to hold it while I press that button."

"I can't do that."

"You'll have to."

"Oh God. Please don't do this."

"Kiss it." I held the device of torment to her lips. She wrinkled her pretty nose and pressed her lips together, refusing to touch it with her mouth.

"I'm going to give you one more chance, Elizabeth. Don't do this to yourself." My fingers stole up under her bound body and caressed her right nipple gently, the unclamped one. She gasped but still refused.

"Elizabeth. Sweety. Do what he says. Don't you remember how much it hurts? He'll shock you until you do what he says. My pussy still aches, I'm sure your's does too. Just hold it. I'll make sure you don't get shocked again. I don't taste that bad," Jane coaxed the girl from her bonds.

Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes as she regarded me, a mixture of fear and anger in her eyes. She pressed herself forward against the bonds and quickly touched her lips to the slick probe, tasting Jane. I pressed the tip of the phallus against her lips and she reluctantly opened them, allowing me to press the thing into her warm mouth. I watched as she was forced to provide some suction with her cheeks to hold the thing in her mouth. She moaned a bit, but succeeding in controlling her instincts to push it out. She was effectively gagging herself. She actually looked quite beautiful, but I'm sure she wouldn't have thought so.

I moved back over to Jane.

"You ready?"

"Not really," she glared at me, knowing how much this was going to hurt her and not being allowed to scream.

I turned back to my free assistant, Sheila still on her knees by the recliner.

"Sheila, get me a small paddle?"

"Please don't make me help with this. I don't want to hurt her."

"I'm not going to make you hit her. I promise."

Sheila, resigned, climbed back to her bare feet and padded back to the closet. Eyes downcast, she handed me the paddle as she returned. She begged me with her eyes and then knelt back down in her spot beside the chair, wanting to look away, but morbidly fascinated how Jane was going to make out.

Jane looked up at me with fear evident in her eyes.

"You don't have to do this. Let us go. We'll do whatever you want."

I touched her face with the paddle, stroking it gently. She cringed a bit at the touch, but managed to stay relatively still.

"I know, sweetheart. You'll be down soon."

"Just get it over with, then."

"You ready?"

"I just have to be quiet?"

"You can say things, but I don't want to hear any screams or protests. That's all."

"For the first five?"

"For the first five."

"Can a slave ask how many she's going to get, in total?"

"Until I'm tired of hitting you."

"Oh God."

"Ready?"

"Not really."

I gently swung the paddle up under her bent body and let it connect with her left breast. The blow was about as hard as the test blow I'd put into my hand. My hand still stung, so I could imagine how much this was going to hurt her.

She hissed, letting her breath out. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

Finally, she spoke calmly. "God. That hurts. Please don't do this. Please."

I let the paddle flow upwards again into her hanging left breast. This time I let it fall a little harder. She drew in another breath, struggling not to cry out. "Oh God. Oh God. Ow. Ow. Ow," she whispered. "Please. I can't do this."

"Would you rather me shock Elizabeth?" I glanced at the other girl. She was hanging and crying in her ropes, trying not to pay attention to what Jane was doing for her.

Jane just gritted her teeth and shook her head. "Go on, you fucking bastard, hit me."

I swung the paddle, targeting the side of her breast. Again, I increased the force of the blow a little. Tears formed in her eyes and she struggled with the pain of the stroke. "Fuck," she whispered. "Please. No more. I'm begging you. Just let me down. Please?" She pulled at the handcuffs holding her arms in their awkward position.

"You are doing great, Jane."

"Fucking easy for you to say. Christ, my boob hurts. Please."

"Would you like a rest?"

"Please. Just a few minutes."

"Alright." I knelt in front of her and ran my fingers down her left breast. I'd been avoiding the right one because of the nipple clamp attaching her to Elizabeth. I intended to really test her with the last stroke. I ran my fingers lightly down her bodice until I reached the hem of her dress. She obediently spread her legs apart as I traveled my fingers up her thigh and touched her lips. I could feel her wetness without even parting her. She moaned at the touches. I
looked at her face hanging down, trying to watch where I was going. She was bright red, knowing what her reaction to the pain was. I let one finger slip inside of her, causing a groan and a few struggles in the bound female. But she didn't protest the invasion of her body, in
fact she pressed against the pressure of my finger lightly.

I withdrew from her, holding my damp finger in front of her. She closed her eyes and allowed her tongue to lick the finger, probably hoping that her actions might cause me to forget about hitting her. When she had licked all of herself off my finger, she looked up at me, questions in her eyes.

"Yes, little one. You managed to get yourself out of a few strokes. But you still have to take the five."

She breathed a little easier. I let her relax for a few more minutes and then stepped forward.

"Please," she begged simply as I swung the paddle. This time I aimed directly for her defenseless left nipple. She closed her eyes as the intense pain washed over her mind. She fought with it, and managed to keep her mouth closed against it. Finally she allowed herself to quietly verbalize it.

"Oh God. Please. No more. Stop. I can't do this. It hurts too much. I'm going to scream if you hit me again. I can't help it."

"It's worse than that, Janey. The next one is on your right breast."

Her face registered confusion until she realized that she was still clamped on her right nipple.

"Oh God. Please no."

"If you can resist that scream, I'll let you both down."

"God no. Please. I can't do it. It hurts already. Please?"

I carefully swung the leather up towards her right breast, ensuring that it would hit her trapped nipple. She threw back her head and her mouth involuntarily opened in a silent scream. Her vocal cords wouldn't even work, she was in that much agony. Her voice finally returned to
her and she let out an incomprehensible screech of pain and agony.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. No. Ow. Oh God. I can't. Fuck. My boobs. Oh my fucking God. Please. No. Ow. Ow. Fuck that hurt."

Tears rolled down her face as she realized that she hadn't been able to keep her voice down on the fifth. She immediately began to beg pitifully.

"Oh God. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scream. I couldn't help it. Oh God. Please don't shock her. Hit me again. I'll be quiet. I promise. God." She collapsed into sobbing. Defeated. "I'm so sorry, Elizabeth."

I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. She looked at me, pleading in her eyes.

"Hit me again. I'll be good. I won't scream. Hit my clamped nipple again. I swear I can do it. Please," she whispered to me.

I kissed her face.

"You don't have to Jane. That's the end. Five. You did better than I thought you would."

She collapsed sobbing, defeated, upset and in incredible pain. Her failure meant pain for Elizabeth, and she knew it. Her anguish was evident on her tear streaked face.

I returned to the chair, picking up the box and shifting it from hand to hand. Sheila looked up at me from her knees.

"I couldn't have taken that either. I know how much that paddle hurts."

"Jane did well."

"Please. Master? Can I go to Jane? Please? She helped me when I was hurt."

I nodded. Sheila didn't even bother getting to her bare feet, but just crawled over to where Jane was bound. She whispered to her and Jane nodded. Tentatively, Sheila reached up and began to caress Jane's breasts, kneading out the pain and soreness, occasionally using her
lips to almost kiss the sore orbs better. I watched Sheila comfort the crying woman above her for a while then made my decision.

"Sheila?"

"Yes sir?" She turned away from massaging Jane for a moment.

"Bring the probes here, alright?"

She looked confused.

"The ones currently in Elizabeth?" I replied to her unspoken question.

Elizabeth looked up sharply at me, relief evident in her face. Sheila crawled over to the naked woman and put her hand in front of her face. Elizabeth thankfully let the suction of her cheeks relax and dropped the silver probe into Sheila's hand. Sheila then moved between Elizabeth's stretched legs and pulled at the tape, slowly easing the silver phallus from her as Elizabeth gasped. She shuffled forward with the probes in her hand.

"Thank-you," she whispered as she handed me the instruments of torment. "She would have passed out, you know."

I stroked the bare girl's hair and guided her more comfortably to her knees.

"Elizabeth?"

"Yes sir?" she said with a quiver in her voice.

"Don't you think you should thank Jane?"

"Oh God, I would kiss her feet if I could." She turned to Jane to whom she was still connected via the nipple chain. "Thank-you. I don't think I could have taken another one. Thank-you." Tears were running down Elizabeth's face as she spoke.

Jane was still in tears from her sore breasts, but I thought I saw her nod her head in acknowledgment.

Elizabeth turned and looked up at me, tears running down her face as well.

"Master? Can your slave speak?" her voice cracked as she struggled with her pain and tears.

I nodded.

"Please Master. Your slave is so sorry. She's been sorry since you brought her into this room. Please, allow your slave to do what you wanted from her in the first place. She'll do it gladly. She doesn't want to be punished anymore. Please?"

That was a lot better than earlier. I rose and walked back to the bound nude girl. I bent and released her ankle cuffs. She didn't immediately close her legs, not knowing if she had permission or not to do so.

I released her nipple clamp next. She cried out as I released the pressure and her blood flowed back into the sensitive flesh. She kept still, though. Jane cried out as I dropped the clamp to the floor, pulling at her still trapped and very sore nipple. I regretted it almost as soon as I did it. I hadn't meant to hurt Jane further. I stopped releasing Elizabeth and turned to the still sobbing girl beside her. As an act of kindness, I released Jane's nipple from the clamp as well. To her credit she had never begged for it's removal, and I knew that she hated the clamps, perhaps more than anything. I gently kissed the sore nipple and Jane flinched at the touch.

Leaving her to her tears, I returned to Elizabeth, finally letting her hands down. She remained bent over, but was unable to hold her hands up without the rope. She fell to her knees, sobbing in relief. She'd probably been dreaming of this moment since this had all begun.

"Oh God. Thank-you," she whispered.

I released her wrists from her bonds and guided her to her knees, hands in front of her.

"Jane?" she whispered.

"I'll let her down in a while."

"Don't hurt her anymore. She doesn't deserve it. I'd rather go back up there. Please."

"I won't hurt her much more."

"Oh God."

"Can you crawl?"

I watched as the freed girl flexed some of her sore limbs. She nodded silently, tears brimming in her eyes as she realized that she didn't have much choice. She would crawl if I told her to, sore or not.

I reached down and carefully gripped Elizabeth's red hair, gently guiding her to her hands and knees. She knew that she was expected to crawl, and she strained to keep her balance with her thighs and arms protesting. I knew crawling, or even standing, was going to be hard
for the naked beauty, but she had been spared a lot of the pain I was intending for her. This discomfort wasn't in the same league.

I was approaching the door as Sheila's musical voice called softly out to me.

"Master? Can this slave go to Jane? Please? Don't leave her alone like that. She's hurt."

Sheila could see that I'd intended to leave Jane in her bondage until I returned, and she knew that Jane's arms had to be aching horribly being bound above her like that. I wanted her to stay there, but I couldn't see any problem with letting Sheila try to comfort her while I was gone.

I nodded to Sheila and watched as she crawled forward whispering to Jane, who was still crying softly in her ropes.

I turned and continued to guide Elizabeth out into the hallway and towards the master bedroom with her hair. She cried out once as she stumbled and I wasn't able to release her hair quickly enough. She struggled back to her hands and knees, tears in her eyes, and waited for me to take her hair leash before falling back into the unfamiliar gait.

"Elizabeth? Are you alright? What did he do to you?"

Elizabeth looked at me, seeking permission to answer Amy's questions. I shook my head, denying it.

"Amy, honey? I. I can't tell you. I'm sorry."

Amy, shrugged as much as her bonds would let her. She didn't understand why I wouldn't let Elizabeth tell her what had happened to her, but she knew better than to push the issue. She wasn't in the best position to defend herself if I chose to punish her for not accepting my decisions.

Elizabeth looked down at herself, shivered, remembered her punishment and looked back up at me.

"Can ... can a slave begin her task, now? Please?" She wanted to get this over with as well.

I swallowed, looking forward to seeing Elizabeth having sex with Amy. I nodded slowly.

With a last look of pleading in her eyes, Elizabeth spoke softly.

"Please don't make do this. I'm begging you."

"We can go back to the other room if you like."

"Oh God. Please no. I'll do it. I didn't say I wouldn't. I just asked ..." her voice trailed off.

"It's alright. You've touched women before. You've slept with them before."

Tears brimmed again in the girl's eyes and she bent her head.

"Can I ask how long?"

"Until I tell you to stop."

"Yes sir."

She reluctantly shuffled her bare body around until she was facing Amy. Amy was still bound nude and spread open in the chair, looking down calmly at Elizabeth.

"If it makes it any easier, Elizabeth, I don't mind anymore," Amy spoke quietly.

"Y-you don't?"

"I've already had Sheila and Christi down there. I'm used to it. I don't like it. I wish I didn't have to do it. But I don't have a choice. Having you down there is no worse. I'll try and enjoy it. Okay? Maybe he'll let me out after you're done." Amy attempted a weak smile.

"I. I guess." Elizabeth shivered and Amy visibly braced herself for the third female tongue of the morning. She squirmed a bit in her bonds belying the words she had just spoken to Elizabeth. But she didn't complain.

As the first gasp emerged from Amy's lips, I sat down on the bed. Christi was still breathing heavily, watching the girls make slow love by the chair.

"What did you do to them?" she whispered to me.

"Played."

"Oh God. How's Jane?"

"Sore. But she'll be fine."

"You didn't hurt them too much?"

"They won't forget the morning."

"I'll bet. Are you going to untie me?" She pulled at her bound wrists. "We have something to finish."

I was sitting by her bare feet and I reached out and traced along her instep. She squirmed a bit, but the cords holding her body prevented her from kicking her feet as she no doubt wanted to. She cried out at the touch and wrenched her bare toes as they pulled against the small toe cords.

I did it again, and she willed herself to turn the touches into something less ticklish. I looked up into her face.

"Please. Untie me. We can finish what we started earlier."

I traced her right instep once more and shifted up towards her top end. I leaned down to her and touched her lips gently with mine. She hungrily returned the kiss, pulling at her ropes.

"Untie me," she whispered to me. "You can tie me back up after we're done. If you have to. I don't even mind if you leave me naked."

I ignored her voice and traced along her bare breasts which were heaving with her breathing. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations.

I traced her breasts, purposely avoiding her erect nipples. She moaned, thrusting herself as best she could towards the light touches. Her skin was silky smooth and warm to my finger tips. Her lips parted as she cried out when I touched her nipples gently with my tongue.

I idly touched her chest as she lay there while I turned my attention to the girls by the chair. Elizabeth was doing exactly as she'd been ordered. Her head was moving as she licked the bound girl in front of her. Amy had her eyes closed and she was pulling gently against the
ropes that restrained her bare body. Her breathing was quickening, and her nipples betrayed her arousal. She looked like she was heading for some release, but she also looked like she was fighting it on some level. I could feel my arousal building as I watched, almost jealous
of Amy. Elizabeth's mouth would have felt good at that point, but I simply didn't have the capacity that a female did. If I let Elizabeth pleasure me, I'd have to forgo the pleasures with Christi. At least for a while. I closed my eyes as again I felt the jealousy rise that Amy could recover so much quicker than I. She was heading for her third or fourth climax of the morning. Being female has some advantages.

As I turned my attention back to the girl squirming under my gently caressing fingers, I felt an odd sensation, almost like a spider crawling through my mind. I gasped as the sensation intensified, filling my mind and darkening my vision. I vaguely heard Christi's voice crying out as darkness overwhelmed my senses and I lost touch with the outside world.

I awoke sometime later, my hearing returned before the rest of my senses.

"What the hell are we going to do?"

"You can start by untying me," Amy's voice rang through my consciousness.

"In a second," Elizabeth's voice sounded close. I struggled to open my eyes. My strength was slowly returning, but I would have to wait for a moment before I could move. It didn't sound like I'd been out very long.

I felt soft fingers trace down my cheek and touch my lips.

"He's still breathing, thank God."

"Thank God? Tie him up before he wakes up," Amy's voice again.

"Amy, shush," Christi's voice sounded really near. I though I could feel her breathing close by, perhaps even under me. "He's the only one who can get us out of here. And if he can get free, you don't want to be the one who tied him up. Trust me."

I could almost see Amy paling. I heard Elizabeth grunting some assention.

"I'm worried enough that I'm not still between your legs. Hush Amy."

I felt Elizabeth rise off the bed and leave the room. Moments later I heard her small footsteps and her weight settle into the bed beside me. I felt a cool sensation across my forehead.

Finally, my eyes worked and I fluttered open my eyelids, wincing at the sharp pain of the light. Elizabeth's face was peering at me.

"Thank God you woke up. What the hell happened?"

I struggled to move my lips and felt a rush of energy into my system.

I coughed. "Blacked out."

My strength returned, almost as though I hadn't even had the episode. I rose to my knees. I had indeed fallen across the bound girl. Elizabeth, being the only free girl had helped me as much as possible. I plucked the cool wet face cloth from my brow.

Elizabeth was kneeling, her eyes downcast.

"Sir? Please. I was only trying to help. I. I thought ..."

"It's alright. Your help is appreciated. I'm not going to punish you for stopping what you were told to do."

Elizabeth heaved a big sigh of relief. The after effects of the black out were fading quickly. My sex drive was returning like a lion. And the squirming female in ropes in front of me helped drive it.

Elizabeth looked up at me with teary eyes. "Does this slave have to continue her task? She just helped you when she didn't have to."

"I heard."

Amy paled at this. "Please," she whispered from her chair. She knew that I'd heard her suggestions.

I thought about this. I didn't know what caused the black out, but I had to seem in control, even if I really didn't feel like I was. My body was betraying me, somehow. But I felt fine now.

"I'll let you stop early, how's that?" I smiled gently at Elizabeth. "I was going to make you lick her for most of the day. Just until I finish with Christi?"

Elizabeth nodded, disappointment still evident in her face. Still less time at her task had to be better than licking Amy all day. Resigned, she slipped off the bed and back to her bare knees in front of Amy.

I watched her as she reluctantly returned to tonguing Amy's bare body. Amy, still a bit pale, closed her eyes and pulled at her ropes, accepting the stimulation again. Not much she could do about it.

I turned my attention back to Christi, who was looking up at me with frightened eyes. I could see the questions buzzing through her head, questions that she was afraid to voice and questions to which I had no answers.

I let my fingers trail lightly over her bare breasts again, causing her to gasp. Her arousal hadn't faded with the episode. I bent towards her bound feet and slowly released her toes and ankles while watching Elizabeth and Amy. When her feet were free she squirmed, flexing her
toes and bending her knees. I sat back, leaning on my hands, watching the nude girls. Amy was looking more and more like she was losing the battle not to get aroused. Her breathing was erratic and her nipples rock hard. She'd lost the pale complexion, to be replaced by a red glow to her cheeks.

"M-master?" Christi's small voice came up from her lying position. She had stopped squirming her legs, and was lying patiently waiting for my attention. Her breathing was still erratic and she was flexing her arms, pulling gently at her bound wrists.

I turned to her quickly and then returned my gaze to Amy. I kind of wanted to see her climax.

"Please. I know you aren't going to release my hands, but your slave is begging you not to ignore her any longer. Please?"

I shook my head, tearing my gaze away from Elizabeth and Amy.

"You want these off?" I touched the jeans that still tightly hugged her lower half.

Christi swallowed, fighting off the instincts to say that she wanted them. She wanted them, but she didn't. Hard choice in her position.

"Can a girl ask if she'll get them back?"

"Does it matter?"

"I. I guess not." Tears brimmed in her eyes, but her arousal overcame them easily.

"Ask me to take them off you."

She swallowed again heavily and closed her eyes. "Please. This. Oh Christ. This slave. She begs her master to take off her jeans. They. They are in the way." She quickly added, "And she begs to have them back afterwards."

I smiled at the addendum. She wasn't the type to often use her slave talk. But in this case, she really wanted something. Her clothes back after we'd finished. So she indulged me. Smart girl.

I turned my attention back to Amy and Elizabeth as my fingers reached for the button at the top of Christi's jeans. As I unzipped her, Amy began to really pull against her ropes, moaning quietly and holding her breath.

Christi arched her body as best as she could to help me remove her jeans. She knew that if I wanted her out of them, that she had to take them off. To do otherwise would mean losing the concealing garment forever. There was absolutely nothing she could do if I decided to cut
them off her body.

As the jeans slipped down Christi's smooth legs, I heard Amy take one last deep breath and let it out in a small cry. Her body strained against the ropes, her whole body involved in her orgasm. She cried out again as Elizabeth continued her task. Amy's breasts moved with
her laboured breathing, tears running slowly down her face.

Elizabeth looked up at me, pulling her head from Amy's sex. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes.

"Please, sir. She's done. She's climaxed. Oh God. Please can I stop?"

I slowly shook my head, forcing the girl to continue stimulating Amy.

Amy whispered, "Oh God. Please," mostly to herself as Elizabeth resumed her task, tears falling from her eyes. Amy squirmed at the touches, probably not quite recovered enough to take the renewed stimulation to her clitoris, but not having any choice. Not like she could move away, or push Elizabeth's head from her.

Christi was watching the other girls, and turned as she noticed that I had taken her into my gaze instead.

She looked a bit uncomfortable, with her hands bound. She looked up at me, face flushed.

"We are going to finish this time. Aren't we? Please? I ... I need you."

I smiled at her and she flushed more. I could see her thoughts running through her head. Such a difference from her former life. She probably couldn't believe that she was naked, and tied up on an unfamiliar bed. Asking for sex. For relief. Feeling things for me that she probably wasn't fully comfortable with. Fighting with herself.

I nodded. I wanted her.

She swallowed heavily again. "H-how do you want me?" she asked a bit shyly. She'd always initiated the sexual contact in the past, just doing whatever she thought I wanted. In most cases, I imagine it was what she wanted as well, but I'd never bothered asking.

I smiled at her, lying here quietly looking up at me, bare breasts heaving. "How do you want it?" I asked softly.

"I. I don't want my hands tied," she looked up at me hopefully.

I slowly shook my head, letting her know kindly that her hands were going to remain behind her. I wanted her like that.

Her face took on a resigned look, not quite daring to ask again, or beg.

"If it pleases you, I, I'd like to be on top, then."

I could understand that. If she was on the bottom, her arms would probably be a bit uncomfortable. Though, they would sink into the bed below her, I'm sure she'd be more comfortable on top.

I moved myself down to lie beside her, letting my fingers caress her bare breasts. She moaned, and with an obvious effort, she pulled away from the soft touches. She was breathing hard, as she struggled to her knees.

"God, that was hard."

Thinking that getting to her knees with her hands tied was difficult I replied to her, "Didn't pay attention in gymnastics?"

She flushed. "I paid attention. That isn't what I meant." She paused for a brief moment, probably debating whether she wanted to elaborate. "I. I meant that it was hard pulling away from those touches." She pulled at her bound wrists. I could see that she wanted to be free to touch her front. But that wasn't happening. She'd have to get her touches from my fingers and my body. That's how I wanted it, and she knew it.

"Your jeans?" Christi looked at me hopefully.

I just smiled at her, waiting for her to realize that I expected her to get them off me. It registered on her face.

"Please. I'm tied."

"You can do it."

She flushed, but turned herself around with an effort. She tried to use her bound hands to undo the top button of my jeans, her fingers causing my arousal to increase as she struggled. After a few minutes, she turned her face to me, tears coursing down her cheeks.

"Please. I'm sorry. I. I can't. Please don't punish me. Please." She was nearly sobbing with her distress. I was watching her fingers and her wrists were tied just awkwardly enough that she couldn't get her fingers to release the clasp. I wasn't too surprised.

I looked at her, trying to keep a straight face and keep it severe enough to convince her that she was in trouble, despite the fact that she was not. I was far too aroused to punish her at this point anyway. Nevertheless, the naked, vulnerable female didn't know that, and she
quickly tried to quell her tears.

"Please. I. I don't want to be punished. I'll try again."

She pressed herself harder to her task. I cringed as I watched her, her trapped wrists bending in what looked to me like a really uncomfortable position. Her face was a mask of concentration, she probably didn't even feel the pain from her hands. I really didn't want to hurt her, so I gently touched her shoulder. She looked at me questioningly. As her concentration slipped she involuntarily pulled her bound wrists away from me and cried out softly as she felt the odd position of her wrists.

"Try your mouth," I urged her gently.

The bound girl took a deep breath, knowing that she wasn't going to have any more success with her teeth. She had to try though, she believed that she was going to be punished if she failed. And that punishment could range from denying her release to outright pain from a crop or paddle. Either way, she'd be restrained for the foreseeable future. Exactly what she didn't want.

With tears in her eyes, she again turned herself around and knelt facing my body.

to be continued.......