Jane was remarkably easy to secure to the tree. Made me wonder just how much the girls were resisting previously whenever I tied them up. She almost seemed eager to be bound, and happily rose up on her bare toes, reaching for the low branch above her head. She gripped the branch lightly with her fingers and waited patiently as I slipped the steel handcuffs back around her slender wrists. Her position raised her breasts wonderfully under her dress. If she had been a little less endowed, the dress would have slipped right off her as she stood like that.

I stepped back, watching as she twisted her wrists in their restraints. Sighing, she let go of the branch and let herself down off her toes. The handcuffs, stretched over the branch became taut well before she was able to get her heels to the grass. She took a deep breath, knowing it was useless to complain, and resigned herself to being on her toes. She gripped the branch again, trying to ease the weight on the balls of her feet.

I ordered Christi to her knees. The other girl knelt quickly, sensing that I wasn't going to tolerate a lot of protests from her. I'm sure that the designer jeans she wore were getting grass stained around the knees, but like Jane, she probably didn't care much about the state of her clothing. As long as she didn't get punished for it.

I slowly walked around the suspended girl, admiring her figure, admiring the way her body stretched in its restraints. She tried to watch me as I circled her, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into. Probably regretting her last request. I smiled at her as she was forced to watch my progress by whipping her head from right to left.

She spoke softly. "Can a slave change her mind?"

I gently shook my head. I'd arrived back in front of the girl.

"I didn't think so," she whispered. "Can I ask what you are going to do to me while I'm like this?"

"That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"

She swallowed. "Can I stop you, if it gets to be too much?"

I thought about it. I could give her a safeword, like I had with Elizabeth. But I didn't want to. She was still my slave. A lovely slave, true, but still my slave. I could still do whatever I wanted with her. Even if she was here by choice. I would try not to go over her limits with my play, but I didn't want to worry too much about safewords. It was part of the game for her. She needed to have absolutely no control. I could see it in her frightened eyes. It wouldn't work if she could stop it. Not for her. She wasn't Elizabeth.

"Are you my slave?"

She nodded slowly.

"Will you accept what I do to you, and for you?"

"I don't have much choice, like this ..."

"No, you don't."

She shuddered a bit. I couldn't tell if she was shuddering at her lack of control, or shuddering simply because of her arousal. I was entirely sure that if I checked between her legs, the anticipation would be showing.

Leaving her, I walked slowly back to the pack. I retrieved a bright blue ball gag, the crop, some soft rope, the nipple clamps, a blindfold and the pair of scissors.

She watched in apprehension as I approached with the items in my arms. I dropped them at her feet in the grass. She took a deep breath, let it out in one long stream, and reached out to touch the gag with her toe. It required a bit of balancing on her part, but she did it anyway.

She licked her lips. "I. I don't want to be gagged."

I touched her red lips and traced them gently.

"Does it matter what you want anymore?"

A tear slipped from her eye as she looked at me. She slowly shook her head. If I wanted her gagged, she would be, and however reluctantly she'd accept it.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

"You should be. Means you are still sane," I answered her as I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. I had meant to get her lips, but she turned her head at the last moment.

She looked back at me after I'd withdrawn. The words seemed to make her feel better. I could almost see the thoughts going through her mind. She could have had anything she wanted. A rest in a nice soft bed. A nice meal. Even a walk in the park. Instead, she had chosen to
be here. Handcuffed and stretched on a tree, waiting for the pain to begin. I watched as she shivered.

I bent and picked up the crop. Her eyes followed it with extreme trepidation.

"I'll do whatever you want," she whispered. "You don't have to punish me for whatever I did ..."

Still looking into her eyes, I let the crop fall hard onto her thighs. The dress didn't provide much protection for her and she wasn't expecting the blow. She cried out more in surprise than anything else.

"Ow. Shit. That fucking hurts. I'd forgotten. Shiiiit."

Her legs danced through the grass as she tried her best to pull out of the handcuffs. I was certain that she was really going to hurt her wrists if I left her in her current restraints. At least she would if I was going to be tormenting her as much as I intended.

I smiled at her as she tried to control the pain in her legs.

"I thought that you were going to control your screams."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I. This slave forgot. Please give her another chance. Hit her again, she'll be quiet. Oh God, please don't punish her for it."

"We made a deal ..."

"I. She knows. Oh God. She's sorry. Your slave was surprised. She didn't mean to scream."

She had regained most of her composure. She was still hurting, I could see it in her eyes, but she was determined not to scream on the next two punishments. One way or the other, I considered, I wanted to break her of that promise. Just for fun. She would scream.

"Alright. You can have another chance."

"Oh God. Thank-you."

She wouldn't be thanking me later.

I bent and retrieved the scissors, dropping the crop back to the grass. Her eyes widened at the sight of the sharp blades. I held the instrument up in front of her face, waving them slightly.

She licked her lips and spoke softly. "Can a slave speak?"

I nodded.

She seemed to be struggling with something internal, but she arrived at a decision. She opened her mouth and closed it again. Finally she opened her mouth and spoke softly.

"This slave. She has to tell you something. She doesn't want you to get angry with her, though."

I considered it. "I can't promise you anything."

"Please don't get angry with me. I mean ... angry with your slave. She's sorry and she didn't know what she was doing ..."

I was curious now what was going on in her pretty head. She squirmed against the restraints in front of me, knowing that I was about to cut the dress from her body. Perhaps, she was stalling me, not wanting to part with her only possession. I could understand that.

"Jane? Better tell me quick, before I get tired of this and gag you."

"No. Please. I. This ..." her voice trailed off.

"It's alright. Drop the slave talk."

She looked a little relieved. "Please. Master. I. I'm frightened. And I don't want to make it worse on me than it is. But I have to tell you the truth. I don't know why. But I have to."

I stepped back, lowering the scissors to my side. I looked at her quizzically, not really knowing what to expect.

She continued hesitantly, "Those scissors ... I can't do this."

I glanced at Christi who was shaking her head at Jane, obviously telling her not to continue whatever it was she was going to do. Jane ignored her and spoke in a whisper.

"The first night after you took me. In the morning. I made breakfast. Remember?"

I nodded slowly.

Jane continued, her words rushing out of her mouth now. "Christi let me free in the morning to make breakfast and ... and ... and I picked up the scissors you'd left. I. I was going to stab you. And I couldn't. Christi was begging me not to, and I couldn't. Even though you'd put me through hell. I don't know why. I couldn't do it. Oh God, please don't stab me."

I had no idea what kind of bravery that took. She didn't have to tell me that. I had forgiven her that long ago. I'd forgiven it almost as soon as I heard it from Christi's mouth so long ago. I'd watched her a bit more carefully and never understood it. But here she was, more
vulnerable than ever before, stretched on her bare feet to a tree, knowing that I was going to punish her, and she braved to tell me the truth. It almost brought tears to my eyes. She was so strong, and so confused. I resolved that I wouldn't punish her for it, no matter what.

I licked my lips. "I. I know, Janey."

She looked confused and glanced over at Christi still kneeling in the grass. I hurriedly continued, lying for Christi.

"She didn't tell me, though she would have if I'd asked. I wasn't asleep," I lied to her.

Jane's eyes shifted back to my face. "You knew?"

"Of course, I knew. Why do you think you were more actively restrained on the next nights than you were that first night?"

She took a deep breath. "You never punished me for it, though."

"I understood. And you stopped. I never quite understood it, but you never tried again, to my knowledge."

"I didn't. I wouldn't."

I stepped over and gave her a kiss again. This time she didn't turn her head. When I broke the kiss, she was breathing harder and she spoke quietly.

"I'm glad I didn't."

I grinned at her. "Damn right you are glad you didn't. A second attempt, stopped or not, and you really wouldn't have sat down for a week."

She paled a bit, realizing what I'd threatened for this session.

"Even so, I'm still glad I didn't hurt you when I could have," she spoke softly. I could see in her eyes that she at least suspected that Christi had told me, but she didn't seem to mind. Probably understood. She was a perceptive one. Hard to lie to her.

"Are you ready?" I held up the scissors again. Jane blanched but nodded her head.

I walked up to her, placing the sharp scissors just inside the neckline of her dress. She shivered a bit, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She had been allowed the clothes for a day or so. She was getting used to being covered. The evening dress was not only the most
expensive she'd ever owned, but it was her only real possession. That and the jewelry she still wore for me. I was about to remove it irretrievably, rend it from her physically. She took a deep breath and braced herself.

In one quick motion I let the scissors fall through the expensive dress. She was careful not to move as the material parted for the blades. She cried out a bit at the tearing sounds, but waited until the black fabric fluttered uselessly to the grass around her bare ankles. When the material was lying still on the ground she finally gave up and let the tears flow. She cried silently staring at the ground, caressing the fabric with her bare toes.

I turned to see Christi's eyes wet as well. A fellow captive in tears and not from physical pain. I licked my lips. Much as I hated doing it, it had to be done. It didn't really matter, I'd seen her bare body before, and she needed to be separated from the dress before she left. The dress would have been in the way, and it heightened her sensations to have it forcibly removed.

I sat back in the grass beside Christi. I slowly stroked her arm as I let Jane cry. My eyes took in her nude beauty. Robbed of her garment, she was a stunning sight. As pretty as I remembered her. Even with her head hung in tears, her flawless breasts were upthrust into the sunlight. Her body was shining from head to toe, radiating an inner strength and beauty that was unique to her. Only a thin red line crossed her silky thighs on an upward angle. The mark from the crop.

"I'm going to cry, too, when you take mine," Christi whispered as she knelt beside me.

I nodded. I was sure she would as well.

Jane finally managed to stop her weeping, and raised her eyes to look at me. I slowly got to my feet, and she spoke quietly, "I'm ready."

I walked over to her. "Are you?" I wiped gently at her tears.

"Thank you for letting me cry," she said as she twisted her arms. "Can I ask how long I'm going to be here? My arms hurt already."

"I know, they do. I'll let you down soon."

I turned towards Christi and motioned her over. Without being told, she automatically crawled the short distance to me. It was probably easier than standing and then kneeling again. At least in her mind.

"Kneel behind her."

Without question, Christi shuffled behind Jane, kneeling and waiting for my next request.

"Touch her."

Christi began a protest, and then realized that it was useless. Besides, she was here for this. Jane and her had something between them. A history. They'd been together many times, and not always because I'd forced it. I suspect the protest was just automatic, not really thought out. She quickly realized that it was just the three of us, and that I didn't care what she did with Jane.

She reached up as Jane spread her legs. The posture forced more pressure on her wrists, but Jane knew that it was expected. Her feet barely touching the ground, she gasped as the first light touch of Christi's fingers caressed her lips.

Christi gasped as well. I looked around Jane's form silently asking Christi what was wrong.

Christi whispered, her face beet red, "She's very wet. I. I guess I wasn't expecting it. I'm sorry."

I looked up at Jane, but she had her eyes closed, her face flushed as well. I couldn't really tell if it was the humiliation, shame or just sheer excitement level.

"Jane?"

Her eyes snapped open. I could tell from her eyes that it really was a combination of arousal and humiliation. Even being here by her choice wasn't enough to stop her feeling guilty for her body betraying her mind. She was an independent girl and still couldn't understand why
her body reacted to this kind of treatment. She probably simply wanted a change from real life. Less control in her sex life, and it was falling to an extreme. Probably only because I was here, and she didn't have much choice.

I held up the scissors and her eyes followed them.

"Hold still," I whispered to her.

I gently dragged the sharp edge over her cheek. She shivered, but managed to keep her face pressed to the blade. She didn't flinch which was good for her. I traced the blade over her pert nose. I watched as she wrinkled it prettily after the blade went on to touch her sensitive lips. I withdrew, not a speck of blood gracing her.

She let her breath out in a long sigh of relief. I let her rest for a moment and then began at her chest. I traced the tip of the scissors along her bare breasts, circling the erect nipples. She tensed immediately, trying to hold her breath, trying to keep still, trying not to flinch or move away from the dangerous steel. I could see her struggling with the sensations of Christi's fingers. Trying not to buck, trying to remain motionless. One move in the wrong direction,
for her or me, would mean big trouble for her soft skin. She knew that and I knew that. We almost had to become one.

She took a quick breath as I moved the blade from her breasts. I looked down and watched as Christi's middle finger slowly entered Jane and pumped up and down. Ever so slowly. Christi was well aware that if Jane climaxed, not only could Jane hurt herself, but that I would
probably punish Christi. I didn't want Jane climaxing yet, no matter how much she deserved it.

I carefully scraped along Jane's erect nipples, careful not to cut her quivering breasts. She desperately wanted to move away. I can't imagine how protective of her nipples she would feel. If possible her nipples got harder under the scrape of the blades. I did that to her twice before she begged. I could see her body trembling, fatigue causing her muscles to protest at keeping completely still.

"Please. I. Can't. Please don't cut me. Oh God. Please."

"You can't keep still?" I rested the blade carefully just above her right nipple.

"Please. Not much longer."

"You don't want a cut on your breasts? On your nipples?"

"Please. I like my nipples on my body. Oh God. I'm scared."

Truthfully, I didn't want to hurt her that much anyway. And I'm not into blood. I would have felt very badly if I'd cut her, but I had faith in her control. Despite the stimulation between her legs and her fading strength, I thought she'd be able to hold it for a few more minutes.

To her credit she tried. Despite the shaking of her body and the trembling muscles she managed to stay still for a few more minutes. She screamed as her thighs refused to support her. As she inhaled deeply for the scream, I moved the steel from her nipple. She screamed
again before she looked down at herself. She looked like she was readying herself to be greeted by the sight of her nipple separated from her breast. Instead, she saw her intact bare breasts heaving in her fright.

Jane moaned as Christi resumed her slow pumping of her vagina. It looked like Christi had inserted two fingers into her and was purposely teasing Jane.

"Thank-you," Jane breathed.

"For what?" I asked quietly as I reached for the soft ropes lying in the grass.

"For taking them away before I got cut. I. I couldn't hold it any longer. I didn't want to lose a nipple. Thank-you."

I smiled. I guess because she knew that she was about to be sent back, she assumed that I was capable of anything. Truthfully, had I cut her, I probably would have fainted. Blood, especially female blood, makes me lightheaded. I was being careful as much for myself as for her.

Silently, I began to wrap the rope around her upper chest, running rope securely above and below her bare breasts. She didn't squirm, but seemed to be more interested in the sensations happening between her legs. As I began to wrap the base of each breast in rope, and the sensations of pressure began to increase she opened her eyes.

"Can I ask what you ware doing?"

"What do you think?"

"Tying up my boobs?"

"Good guess."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

"I'm not going to like it am I?"

"You will. On one level."

"Oh God."

I felt her tense as she tried to push down onto Christi's teasing fingers.

Soon her breasts were tight, tied adequately for my purposes. I traced the sensitive flesh, feeling the unnatural tightness of her soft skin. Jane gasped.

"It hurts," she whispered.

"It's supposed to."

"Last time ..." she began.

"I tied you up like this, you got it across 'em," I finished her thought for her.

"Oh God. Please no. I can't take it."

"You don't have much choice, my dear."

"Oh God."

"Remember that you aren't to scream."

She closed her eyes. "If you hit my boobs, I can't. Please don't do this to me. Hit me somewhere else."

"How about if I hit *someone* else?"

I watched as her numb mind worked. Realized that I would be hitting Christi instead of her. She definitely didn't want that. Christi didn't enjoy this kind of thing at all and even though it would protect Jane's skin, this was for Jane. She slowly shook her head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Christi's fingers hesitate between Jane's legs as she clued into my offering her skin instead. Of course, I knew that Jane wouldn't let it get to that.

"Remember. No screaming."

"Can I talk?"

"Just don't raise your voice. After the first two, you can scream for me."

"Believe me, I will. Christ. I don't know if I can do this."

"Try."

Her eyes registered understanding. I wouldn't punish her if she couldn't do it, as long as she made her best effort. I couldn't imagine how she could even think with the sensations from her crotch mixed in with fear of that simple whip about to mark her beautiful breasts.

I lined up on her bound breasts and made two practice swings. She flinched both times, gritting her teeth, expecting the searing pain.

The third swing connected with the tops of her breasts. I couldn't hit her hard since I didn't want the taut skin to break and it was a very real danger with her like this. However, with her breasts bound as tightly as they were any touch was going to hurt her, even something
as simple as a fingernail scratching gently down her skin. The crop would have been unbearable.

She threw back her head, whipping her hair around as she struggled with the agony of the crop. I could see the red mark beginning to form as soon as the crop fell away from her. I was sure she was going to howl like a wounded animal. Instead her self control kicked in and she
hissed through her teeth. She managed to hold her vocal chords from crying out her pain. I have no idea how.

"Oh God. You bastard," she spoke finally in a conversational tone. "You have no fucking idea how much that hurts. I didn't remember how much that hurt. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Please no more. Hurt me somewhere else. Not there again. I can't. I'll scream."

There really wasn't anything stopping her from screaming. I wasn't about to stop her, and she knew in her heart that I wouldn't punish her. I had no idea why she was holding it in.

"Ready?"

"No."

I lined up carefully on her heaving chest. I'd meant to hit the bottoms of her breasts, but when the crop fell, she flinched and managed to get her nipples directly into the line of fire. The crop landed squarely on her still erect nipples, crossing them both with a fine red line. I thought that she would either bring down the branch or dislocate her arms. She twisted violently, her hair damp and whipping around as she tried to get away. Somehow, she managed to keep her lips shut around the muffled cry of agony that threatened to emerge. I have no idea how she managed it. I felt bad for her. I hadn't intended to put her in that much pain. Tears were running down her face, and she had managed to pull herself away from Christi's fingers. As Christi moved to touch the girl again, I motioned for her to stop. I thought that Jane had enough on her mind, without worrying about the sensations there.

Her voice finally came out, choked but soft. "Jesus Christ. You didn't have to hit my nipples," she said through her tears, as though I'd betrayed her. Truthfully, I felt like I had. "I can't feel them, and I can. It hurts so FUCKING much. Owie," she sobbed as she stood there unable to move or to strike out at me. She wanted to, I could see it in the set of the her nude body. If she was free, nothing could have stopped her from trying to hurt me back. I couldn't blame the girl.

I dropped the crop in the grass and held her. Enough for now.

Finally, she allowed herself to press herself uncomfortably into my shoulder and cry herself out. I held her for a number of minutes until the shaking in her bare body receded.

"I'm. I'm sorry," she mumbled as I released her from the hug.

"You're sorry?" I looked at her incredulously.

"I did this to myself. I got myself into this. I shouldn't blame you."

"It hurt. I know. If it means anything, I didn't mean to get your nipples."

She hung in her restraints, and sniffled. "I. I'm alright. It hurt. It still does. But you can continue. I can scream now, right?"

I nodded, a half smile playing about my lips. I was sure that she'd beg to get out by now. But she hadn't. She was a strong girl.

"Christi?" I spoke to the girl on her knees behind Jane.

"You didn't have to hit her that hard. She's there because she wants to be. Not because of your twisted games. Go easy on her," Christi spoke for the first time.

"It wasn't intentional," I assured Christi. "If you don't want to be involved anymore, I can let you go now ..."

Christi paled. "I. I didn't mean ..."

"I know," I reassured Christi. "Relax. I was just offering you a way out, if you didn't want to go through the next part."

"Next part?"

"Yeah," I rooted through the pack and came up with a less painful stranded whip. This would hurt Jane, but nothing compared to the crop.

I handed the small whip to Christi who took it and held it limply at her thigh. She looked at me, her mouth forming the word of protest.

"Please no," she whispered to me.

"You've done it before."

"Because she wanted it, and I couldn't hit her hard, even then."

I glanced over at Jane. Her bare breasts were heaving and she was twisting again in the bonds. Her feet were dancing over the grass in her attempts to get more comfortable.

Jane spoke softly from the branch. "Christi? Honey? Mayer isn't here. And I hurt." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts and her strength. "I'm here because I want to be. Honestly. I'm not sure what happened between us that night, but I'm willing to try this again."
She paused again, shorter this time. "Christi. Sweety? I want this. I want you to hit me. Just go gentle on my boobs. Okay?"

Christi swallowed heavily as I watched her face. She took a breath, and stared at me.

"It doesn't seem right," she spoke softly to me. Her eyes were betraying her though. The bright blue orbs were shining, almost anticipating it. Her dominant side, the part of her that was aroused by the power aspects of sex, were rising in her despite her desires to keep them quelled.

"You can do it. If not for me, for Jane," I touched her shoulder gently as I spoke. She was shaking a little as she stood there.

She nodded, not understanding Jane, not understanding herself. She nodded anyway.

I settled back into the soft grass as Christi turned on her bare heel and began to walk towards Jane. The whip swung gently by her side as she carried it towards her friend and perhaps lover.

I was close enough to the girls that I could hear them.

"You sure?" Christi whispered to the bound girl.

Jane nodded, staring at Christi's face. "I want you to do this to me. I want you. Please?"

Christi glanced back at me once, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I nodded to her. Jane honestly did want this, with part of her being. She was somehow suppressing her mind, letting her sensations take her through this. She might hate herself afterward, but not for long. Not this time.

Christi slowly brought the whip up and let it fall against Jane's unprotected side. The strands curled around her hip, striking the back of Jane's body. Jane grunted as the pain washed over her body.

I watched as Christi slowly let the whip fall against Jane's skin. She moved around her, striking her back, her thighs, her flat stomach, even her calves. Jane's tears fell constantly from her eyes, but she never cried out or begged or protested at the treatment. She twisted
occasionally, trying to avoid a blow, but she couldn't move far and only managed to succeed in getting the strike in a different place. Christi moved slowly and methodically around Jane's body, letting the pain peak before administering the next blow. Her aim and strength improved as she spent more time with Jane, somehow knowing what the maximum that Jane could take was without seriously hurting her or making her beg.

Finally, Christi stood easily on the balls of her bare feet in front of Jane. She swung the whip easily through the air, not striking her friend any longer. She waited until Jane raised her face to look at her. Tears coursed down Jane's face as she struggled with the residual pain of the whipping. Her skin was a faint red over most of her body.

"Oh Jane," Christi dropped the whip to her side and reached forward with her free hand. She gently wiped at Jane's cheeks, trying to staunch the flow of tears. She unconsciously tasted the liquid from her finger. I knew how salty the tears would be. I was tempted to take my own taste. Jane wouldn't have minded. Christi carefully brushed the mussed hair from Jane's shoulders towards her back.

Jane closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again. She stared into Christi's eyes, bracing herself.

Christi slowly raised the whip and eyes locked let the whip crash against Jane's bound vulnerable breasts. Jane managed to hold the gaze for a moment and then closed her eyes and let her head rock backward, spilling her hair down her back.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jane cried out into the uncaring world. "Jesus. Christ. Please. No more. My boobs. Oh my God. Please."

Christi waited for the pain to subside, and then repeated the blow after Jane raised her head and locked gaze again. This time Jane collapsed. I watched as her thighs gave out, and she hung limply from her handcuffs. I watched a trickle of blood appear as her weight dug the steel into her small wrists.

"Aaaeeeeeeiiiiiiiii. Please. God. No more. My boobs. I can't take anymore. I hurt. Let me down. Please. Please. Please?" she begged into the skies and perhaps to the tree holding her body.

Christi raised the whip again. She was shaking. I quickly rose to my feet and grasped her wrist before she could strike Jane again. Despite her pain, despite not being able to stand, Jane had locked her teary eyes back on Christi's, silently begging her. For what, I'm not sure.

"Enough," I whispered. "She can't take anymore. She's exhausted."

And she was. She still hadn't managed to take her weight off her wrists. I was truly afraid that she'd get seriously hurt with this play. And I cared about her.

Christi immediately dropped the whip and ran to Jane, trying to help support her weight, hugging her fiercely, oblivious to the fact that she was probably hurting Jane in the process.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I got carried away. Forgive me. Please, Jane. Please?" Christi murmured the words into Jane's ear. Jane was shaking with her sobbing. Her whole body a mass of pain.

Christi murmured other apologies quietly as I let them embrace. At last Christi separated from Jane. Jane maintained her posture despite her trembling thighs. She was still crying softly but it wasn't the heart wrenching sobs that had been caused by the whip on her breasts.

I stroked Jane's face gently, trailing my finger down her fine jaw line. She smiled up at me weakly, through the tears.

"You alright?" I asked her.

"I've been better," she whispered.

I nodded, understanding. She was still fighting the daemons. I let my finger trail down her hot body, between her heaving breasts, bumping over the ropes, touching her belly button, and finding my way through her sparse down and separating her lips. She was far more lubricated than I'd expected. And I was expecting a lot. She was practically leaking her arousal. She cried out as my finger found her swollen clitoris. She tried her best to press herself into my touch. I teased her for a moment, realizing that it wasn't going to take much to push her over the edge.

"Better?" I asked her. I was quite sure that I'd taken her mind off her breasts, at least for a moment.

She nodded, breathing really hard. She moaned desperately as I withdrew my fingers from her.

I bent to the grass at her feet and picked up the blue gag and the nipple clamps. She watched in trepidation as I straightened.

"Please no. I just want to cum, now. Please, no more. I don't want to be gagged. And I hate the clamps. Oh God. No more. Please."

I smiled at her. She was going to have to wait for a little while before I let her climax. She was twisting in the bonds.

I turned to Christi. "You can refuse, if you want."

She somehow understood what I wanted her to do. She walked over to me and Jane and slowly fell to her knees. Her fingers traced along Jane's hot skin and gently touched her, stroking her knowingly. Jane gasped, not caring who was touching her, as long as she was touched.

"Don't let her," I whispered to Christi. Jane moaned as she realized that she wasn't going to be allowed to climax. Not yet.

I watched as Christi again let her fingers gently enter the bound girl, pumping at a very slow maddening pace. She took a deep breath and leaned forward. I could see as Christi's tongue caressed the girl above her. Jane spreading her thighs as far as she could, wanting more
than the slow maddening touches.

I held up the gag and waited until Jane opened her brown eyes. Her eyes registered understanding and pain and acceptance. She gazed into my eyes as she struggled to ignore the sensations from between her legs long enough to do what I wanted from her. She opened her pretty mouth and held it open waiting. I gently pressed the blue ball behind her teeth. She held it without further complaint while I moved around her to buckle the leather straps behind her head, trapping her long brunette hair under the strap. She wouldn't have the gag long. I just wanted to see her in it one last time.

Her muffled moans began again as soon as the gag was secured. I hadn't wrenched it into her mouth, this wasn't a punishment. I could see her probing at the gag with her tongue, but satisfied that she was going to be silent like it or not, she accepted it.

I reached forward and lightly stroked her nipples. She shook her head a little in protest, but when her nipples reacted to the stimulus of my fingers, she hung her head and again accepted her fate. I carefully tightened the nipple clamps onto her erect nipples until I saw a look of pain cross her features. She wailed into the gag. I did the same to her other nipple until she was supporting the light chain between them only by her upthrust and aching nipples.

As the pain dulled, her breathing returned to a more normal pace. At least normal for a sexually aroused female being taken further down the path to oblivion.

I watched them for a few more minutes, just enjoying the sight of them. Jane's nudity and helplessness, her gagged mouth, her brown hair cascading behind her, her soft muffled moans. Christi, still clothed, kneeling easily in the grass, concentrating. Her upturned bare feet buried into the soft blades of grass even looked beautiful as she knelt there. I couldn't let them go. They were simply too precious. How could I?

I took a deep breath and rose to my feet. I gently touched Christi's shoulder causing her to break away from her pleasant task. She left her two fingers buried inside of Jane, but turned her head to look up at me, questions flowing across her face.

"Can I let her cum?" she asked quietly, still pumping gently with her right hand. I could see Jane's lubrication coating Christi's fingers. Jane was nodding and moaning, desperately wanting her release.

I gently shook my head, leaned down and gently pulled Christi's arm so that it withdrew from teasing Jane. Jane cried out through her gag, tears forming in her eyes. I could see the arousal painted on her face, her disappointment, her need.

Slowly I guided Christi to her bare feet, taking her a few meters from Jane. As she rose, she moved to wipe her fingers on her jeans. I softly touched her hand, feeling the wetness myself, stopping her from doing so. She looked at me quizzically until comprehension dawned on
her. She was used to the taste anyway from tonguing Jane so she didn't protest as she licked her fingers clean.

We sat in the grass, our legs outstretched. Christi's eyes were glued to the crying female with her arms held above her. The female that she'd just been stopped from pleasuring. Her friend that only wanted an orgasm, more than she even wanted to be let out of her restraints, more than anything else in the world.

She spoke softly, "She needs release."

"I know. She'll get it."

"She'll hurt herself when she ... you finally let her."

"I'll try to make sure she doesn't."

We were silent for a moment, both captivated by the sight of Jane.

"She's only seventeen," Christi spoke again. "I couldn't imagine myself being as strong as her at seventeen."

"She's incredible. But you all are. Were."

Christi turned her eyes from Jane and looked at me.

"I don't want to go back."

"I know. I don't want to send you back."

"I want to use my one wish. Will you let me?"

I had wanted to finish with Jane before we got into this with Christi, but I shrugged. I wanted Jane to be beyond ready, insane before I finished with her. I wanted the proverbial earth to move for her. I nodded.

I waited for a few minutes, but Christi took her time. Perhaps savouring the moment.

She started haltingly, "I. I know this sounds crazy. And it probably is. But. I. I really don't want to go back. I like it here despite what you do to us. Maybe the effect won't come after you've let everyone else go. Maybe we'll be okay, just the two of us."

I started to protest. It wasn't the number of bubbles, or the difficulty of maintaining them. It was the fact that I was on the wrong timeline, maintaining anything beyond the primary timeline. She held her finger to my lips, so soft.

She continued, "I. I want my last wish to be not to stop this. Send Jane back, and ..."

Her eyes teared up as I slowly shook my head.

"Christi, dear. I'd do anything to keep us here, but I can't. We have to leave. It's too dangerous. Even us being here now is dangerous. It's your life ... and mine ... that we're talking about here. I'm not willing to risk your existence."

A single tear dripped down her soft cheek. She seemed resigned as if she'd known what the answer would be.

"I am," she whispered. I didn't reply to her. There wasn't a reply. She may have been willing to risk herself, but I wasn't.

She spoke softly, I doubt if Jane could hear. Not that she would be listening to us anyway.

"It seems so long ago," she almost whispered. "You pointed a gun at me, and I swore I'd do anything to kill you. I'd do anything to escape. And you did such awful things. Made me do such awful things. I. I hated you. But you never whipped me. I don't know why ..." her voice trailed off.

She seemed to want an answer from me. One I didn't have. I just watched her face. She was crying softly as she spoke.

At last, she found her voice again and continued.

"I don't know why. It's dumb. I'm dumb. But every time you touched Jane, or Amy, or Elizabeth, I felt an ache. I still do, though I'm getting used to it. I cared about you. I know that you can't care about me the same way, and it hurts, but I've learned to accept it and be quiet ..." she paused for a moment. "Jane told me not to do this. And I love her. I love her almost as much as I've loved anyone. You taught me that. That it was alright to love someone, even if it was crazy or if she was the same sex as I was. I wish that I could remember all this when I go back."

I swallowed, not sure if I should let her ramble on, or stop her before she said something she'd regret. Jane was probably right, Christi probably should have kept these things to herself. For the sake of her own sanity. On the other hand, it seemed like it was helping her, so I sat back and allowed her to talk about her heart.

Her soft voice continued. "I know that I've changed from the girl you took so long ago. I'm still her, but I feel better about myself. I know that sounds insane, and maybe it is. I had this dominant personality before. You never really saw it, because you had never met me in any other situation than being ultimately under your control. I guess I still am dominant. Whipping Jane did turn me on, much as I hate to admit it. But I don't mind being under your control. Oh God. Jane, I'm sorry. I'd be happy being under your control forever. I don't know why, but I'd like to. And I'll never get that chance. I love you, and I don't even know your name."

I closed my eyes. Underneath, somewhere, I knew that about Christi. I knew that this was going to happen. Jane had warned me long, long ago. Begged me not to do this to the female sitting in the grass beside me. I couldn't love her as much as she loved me, and I think she knew that. It didn't matter to her. Love is a strange thing. But I still felt like I was taking advantage of her. In my own way, I suppose that I did love her. But I loved all of them.

When I opened my eyes, she was kneeling in the grass beside me, facing me. Her bright blue eyes shone into me, tears still falling gently. Again she spoke softly, in a whisper.

"I so much wanted to use my wish to make you love me as I think I love you. But I know that you can't, so I won't even ask."

Her tears began to fall even faster from her eyes. She continued and I could barely hear her, even though she was only millimeters from my face.

"I want to make love to you," she said. "One last time, before we go. That's something that you can't refuse. Is it?"

I shook my head. I wasn't about to say no to that. Even if I couldn't fall in love with her the way she wanted, I could do this for her.

Her tears began to fall harder as she forced herself to continue.

"I don't want you to gag me. Even if I slip and say something that I shouldn't while we make love. Okay?"

I nodded. I wasn't going to punish her for anything. She was far too precious to me at this point. I may have briefly fallen for her, despite all my defenses.

"If you want to tie me up for this, I don't mind."

"Do *you* want to be tied up?" I asked her.

She thought about it for a moment and then slowly shook her head.

"I want to be able to touch you, if you'll let me."

I nodded. This was her wish, so her desires went. For now.

Her tears still hadn't stopped. Her fingers were playing with the bottom of her sweater. She took a deep breath and I thought that she was going to remove it for the last time.

Instead, she released the sweater and looked into my eyes. Her tears were still falling slowly and silently, but not in a flood. Just soft female crying because she didn't know what else to do.

"I. You," she stammered. "If you want to cut these off me, I don't mind. Or I can take it off. Or you can ..."

I was tempted to ask her again what she wanted, but I didn't. I could tell from her voice what she wanted.

"Christi?"

She looked up at me as I reached forward and tugged at her top. I closed my eyes as I pulled it over her head. She raised her arms to help. When I opened them, she was still kneeling, but bare chested. Her nipples were hard and they rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. She stood, balancing easily on her bare feet. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her long legs. They pooled at her ankles and she stepped out of them.

She was absolutely stunning. I had seen her naked before, many times. Had seen her naked and restrained. Had seen her hurting. Had seen her pleading. Had seen her upset, angry, loving, shy, and noble. Nothing compared to her nudity right here and now washed in the morning sunlight. She stood there for a moment, taking in my stare and gently laughing. Tears were still falling from her eyes, but that was easing.

"I told you, I'd cry when you made me strip."

"I'm not making you strip."

"I know. It's still hard," she whispered.

I nodded as she knelt back down. I felt her soft body as it pressed into mine as she embraced me. Her soft lips found mine and kissed with a passion that I had never felt from any of the girls before. I fell into her lips and her breath. I felt her fingers tugging at my clothing, felt the fabric parting and slipping from my skin. I helped her and soon I was as naked as she. The grass felt wonderful against my back and legs. I was overwhelmed by the sheer exposure.

I felt her lips leave mine and her tongue softly tracing down my skin. I felt her hot breath tickling my pubic hair as she began to gently lick at me. Her fingers played with my skin, her bare breasts lightly brushing the insides of my thighs. Despite the amount of sex that I'd already enjoyed today, I found myself reacting to her caresses and her mouth. Soon I was hard and accepting the warmth of her tongue. I could feel every small sensation from her breath from her nose to her teeth lightly grazing my penis. I opened my eyes, feeling Jane watching us.

Over Christi's bent form I could see the poor girl, still restrained and gagged, watching us. We were so free, allowed to enjoy ourselves. Such a contrast to her intense frustration.

I gasped as Christi's mouth left me. I felt empty, like I needed to have her connection. Needed her touch on me. She shifted herself, her bare legs spreading. She straddled me, her fingers guiding me.

She gasped as my penis touched her lips. I could feel her arousal.

"Christi?" I whispered to her.

She glanced up at me, frightened that she had done something wrong. She halted before I entered her.

I reached for my jeans that were lying in the grass beside me. I could feel Christi trembling above me, not sure what I was doing.

I fished a small chrome key out of my front pocket and held it out to her.

"Now?" she whispered, disbelief on her face.

I slowly nodded, not wanting to. I wanted to be in her, with her, almost more than anything else in the world.

She swallowed heavily and sat back, letting me fall free of her fingers. I could feel her heat on my thighs as she sighed. She was flushed, her nipples like small bullets. She idly stroked her left nipple with her fingers as she reached for the key.

She struggled to her feet as I lay there, unmoving. I watched as she gave me a dirty look, but continued the few steps towards Jane. Again she touched herself, between her legs. If I wasn't mistaken she'd actually run the key through her lips. She swayed, wanting touches,
wanting love, wanting to touch.

She carefully hugged Jane, careful of her bound breasts, careful of her nipples still painfully clamped. She kissed her on the lips, her lips tracing Jane's stretched lips around the gag.

Jane looked at her with pleading eyes. Her arms had been stretched above her for so long. They had to be aching horribly. There was some dried blood that had run down her right arm from where she'd cut herself against the handcuff.

Christi turned towards me. "Can I take out her gag? Please?"

I shook my head. I wanted her gagged for a little while more. I just wanted her free of the tree.

Christi stretched up on her toes and carefully inserted the chrome key I'd given to her into the cuffs. The right cuff snapped free with a jolt. Her support gone, Jane collapsed to her knees in the grass. Her face was a mask of pain as her hands immediately went to cradle her bouncing breasts. She fingered the nipple clamps, gasping through the gag, but didn't make any move to remove them or the bindings on her breasts. I couldn't imagine the pain that she was enduring. Her breasts were beginning to fade from red to a light shade of blue. I wouldn't be able, nor did I want, to leave her in the torments very much longer.

"Behind her, Christi."

Jane gave me a pleading look. One of those haven't-I-been-through-enough, looks. I couldn't blame her. She was aching, and not simply from the bondage. I was surprised that she hadn't plunged a hand between her legs as soon as she fell.

Christi gave me a dirty look as well, but she obeyed. Jane didn't resist as Christi pulled her hands behind her back and refastened them. Jane pulled in frustration at her wrists but she was probably glad that I'd released her from the tree.

"Help her, Christi. Come here. Both of you."

Between them, the girls struggled through the grass. Jane still on her knees. Jane knelt there quietly, not being able to speak.

I sat up, suddenly conscious of my nudity.

"Jane?" I spoke gently to her.

She looked at me with tear streaked eyes. She began to cry again, mostly from frustration, I suspect. She really didn't like gags.

I motioned for Christi to remove it. She fumbled behind Jane's head for a moment, but eventually succeeded. Jane pushed it out of her mouth into Christi's hand.

"Please," she begged.

"Do you need the nipple clamps off as well?" I asked her gently.

She knelt and thought about it. She, of course, wanted them off but she had something else on her mind. She turned slowly to Christi. It seemed so surreal, this bound and naked girl talking so easily to the other free girl.

"Christi? Sweety? I won't ask if you don't want me to."

Jane's face was completely flushed. I had no idea what was flowing through that pretty head of hers.

Christi turned her head away and closed her eyes. I could almost see the wheels turning. She obviously knew what Jane was talking about. Slowly, Christi turned her eyes back to Jane's earnest face. She nodded slowly as though she was giving orders to a firing squad to
terminate a life.

Jane licked her lips and whispered, "Thank, you, Christi. I love you."

Christi just nodded, tears springing to her eyes again.

Jane took a huge breath and spoke to me, her voice calm and studied, almost as though she'd rehearsed this.

"I. I've had to have sex for you. A lot. And I can't say I always enjoyed it. But you've taught me so much about myself, and my sexuality, and my mind. I'm not like Christi. I love her dearly,
perhaps more than I should, and I didn't want to hurt her."

At this point she turned to the other girl. She whispered a quick apology again,

"I know I'm hurting you Christi, and I wouldn't, but this is my last chance. Please. I know you love him, and I don't, but this. This is my last chance. My only chance. I do love you."

She turned back to me, tears now coursing down her cheeks. Christi had simply looked away.

"I. I don't love you, and I never will. I care about you, and though it sounds strange I appreciate some of what you've taught to me. I'm not sure I'll ever be everything I can be, but this ... situation ... has allowed me to do things I might never ever get to do again." She paused as though to gather her courage. "I. I. I don't care if you untie me. Whatever you want. But I want to make love to you. Once before you send me away. Please?"

I couldn't say no to her. Both these girls were special to me. But her request had surprised me a little. Jane had offered herself so often. And I'd never taken advantage of it. I'm not quite sure why. Jane was strong, and rebellious, and so perceptive. I guess I never thought of her as needing this. That somehow she could get what she needed no matter what I did to her. She simply wanted the experience. I knew that she couldn't love me, but I suspected that she cared. Somehow.

I turned to Christi, who was kneeling quietly beside Jane. She was wiping at tears again which were falling from her eyes.

"Christi?" I spoke quietly to her. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want. I'll come get you when we're done."

This caused further tears to fall from her eyes. Her sobs hurt me, as I'm sure they hurt Jane.

"Christi," Jane spoke quietly. "I don't have to do this. I can do myself. Or maybe I could do it with you instead. That time we were together. I mean, when we were in there," she glanced up at Mayer's window, "It was really special to me. I loved you. And I still do. I don't want to hurt you."

Christi spoke gently. "Don't. I'll be fine. I've shared before, and ... I'm used to it. I think."

"No you aren't, and you never will be," Jane spoke. I have no idea how this girl maintained her composure being bound with her nipples on fire. "I don't have to do this."

Christi turned and touched Jane's face. "I love you too. I don't know how, or why, but I do. You deserve this. More than anyone, including me. We can share," her face had set into a mask of determination. She was sacrificing for Jane. She really did care for Jane, and always had. She leaned forward and gently kissed Jane's lips.

Jane nodded. "Thank-you," she whispered.

Christi turned towards me and came to some decision.

"I'll stay, if you'll let me."

Jane spoke quietly from her kneeling position in the grass.

"Can this slave beg to have her breasts freed?"

"Why?" I asked her as she stared at me with her deep brown eyes.

Her expression was a classic what-kind-of-stupid-question-is-that? But she managed to control her mouth, knowing mouthing off wasn't going to help her.

"Master. Please. This slave hurts. She doesn't want to hurt anymore."

I sat up and idly traced my finger down her right breast. The flesh was taut and straining against the ropes squeezing her. The clamps were still tightly compressing her nipples. It did look very uncomfortable. Her bare breasts were slightly discoloured from the bondage, but she wasn't really in any danger of having true circulation problems there.

Even though I'm sure that my touch was causing her discomfort, she knelt still, grimacing.

I let my finger trace down between her breasts, feeling the roughness of the ropes there. I let it drag on the chain between her nipples causing her to cry to out. I continued down until I touched her pubic hair. I toyed with it, as though I owned it. I suppose I did, in a way. She moaned at the sensations, as I lightly pulled at her hair and softly stroked her sex.

I glanced quickly at Christi kneeling nude beside us. Her face was a mask of disappointment, but she hadn't started crying yet. She held herself a little stiff, but didn't interfere. When she caught my glance at her, she tried to smile. It didn't really succeed, but at least she had tried.

I let my finger slip between Jane's lips, finding her as wet as Christi had indicated earlier. I was surprised at her arousal, though I suppose that I could understand it. After all, this was my intent from the start of this. Jane was moaning and struggling to keep herself still as I explored her. I could feel the slight movement of her hips as she knelt. I couldn't imagine the effort she was putting into keeping still. As I lightly circled her swollen clitoris she shuddered. Fearful that she was going to go over the edge before I wanted her to, I withdrew my fingers. She cried out, almost begging for the touch to resume.

Instead, I lay back in the grass. Jane watched and sighed as she watched my movements. She swallowed heavily, twisting at her restraints. The poor creature only wanted to climax. She was the one in chains, and in pain, and she was expected to do the work. She shuddered, but rose up on her knees and shuffled forward towards me. I could feel her heat as she moved up my legs. I had to stop her as she pressed herself into my thighs as she made her way slowly up my body, rubbing herself and sighing.

She straddled me, her thigh muscles quivering. Her eyes shone with tears as she struggled. She twisted her body trying to help herself, trying to reach around with her bound hands. Her efforts were unsuccessful. She couldn't reach around herself to touch me, to guide me into her. Finally she collapsed, letting herself fall against me. I was pressed up between her folds, where I'd never been before. I wasn't inside of her, but she began to rub herself slowly up and down the length of me, gasping.

"Jane?"

"Please no. Let me climax. Please."

"Not like this."

She stopped her movements, crying in frustration.

"I can't get you inside. Not like this. And you won't help. Please. I want you inside me. I'm begging you."

She rose up again off me. I could still feel her heat even from that far away. I began to reach forward to help her when I felt another light touch. I gasped as Christi moved forward and reached for me.

She took a deep breath and held me. Jane leaned forward and kissed Christi's cheek as she positioned herself over top of me. Christi used her hands in place of Jane's trapped ones to guide me inside of the girl. I couldn't imagine the will power and self sacrifice that it must have taken her, but she did it. I cried out and closed my eyes as I felt Jane engulf me. Jane cried out at the sensations, throwing her own head back. She sat still, and I couldn't help but enjoy the softness of her, her arousal, her gentle internal pulsing.

I opened my eyes as a shadow crossed them. My vision was full of a blonde slit hovering a few centimeters above my face. I glanced forward, between the silky thighs on either side of my head and saw Jane rocking herself very slowly, impaled on me. Her eyes were closed,
and her tormented breasts were rising and falling with a fervor that I don't think I'd ever seen on her.

Christi glanced down at me between her legs, smiling.

"I'll move if you want," she said mischievously.

I didn't say anything. Like I wanted her to move. Like hell.

Satisfied with my lack of an answer, she said to me softly, "I don't want to cum like this. Alright?"

It sounded a bit too much like an order for my liking.

"You'll climax if I tell you to," I mentioned to her as I lifted my hands to stroke at her soft skin of the backs of her thighs.

"Yes, Master," Christi spoke quietly, probably more to appease me. She knew that if she didn't anger me, I'd do as she wanted.

She lowered herself slightly and brought herself on quivering thighs to my mouth. I gently licked at her, enjoying her sweetness and her soft skin. I found her clitoris, completely engorged, and teased her. I could hear her moans as she pressed herself down, trying to tell me silently where to touch her. Smiling to myself, I refused, I licked her, but purposely to tease. She ground herself down as I touched her with my tongue. I could hear her soft begging.

I tried to concentrate on Jane's tightness, her slow rhythmic rocking. I'd had so much sex this morning that I was a little numb. I had excellent control of this. Jane could probably ride me as hard as she liked and I would have to concentrate completely to climax in her. So I wasn't too worried about performance. I continued to lick Christi until she tensed. Crying out, she pulled herself away from me.

The girl was breathing very heavily as she climbed off my face. I watched her in amusement as she knelt beside us. Her bare breasts were dancing with her arousal. She was flushed from head to toe.

"I. I didn't want to cum that way," she spoke in explanation. My teasing had driven her to the point of climax, despite how careful to only tease her I'd been.

I watched as she let her own fingers drop between her thighs and give herself a touch. She looked like she was trying to keep herself on the edge without going over.

I let my gaze wander to the girl currently teasing my penis. She was beginning to find a slow rhythm, rocking herself and slowly riding me. I have no idea why she wasn't pushing herself harder. She was one hot little girl and she seemed to be prolonging this, trying to make it last.

"Janey?" I called gently to her.

She looked up and opened her eyes. She twisted in her cuffs a little, but managed to answer. Her eyes were glazed.

"Yes, Master?"

"What's the matter?"

"Matter, sir?" she stopped her rhythm, settling herself down with me completely buried in her softness. "Aren't you enjoying it?"

"You don't seem to be working towards a climax."

"I. This slave doesn't have permission to climax."

She was still deep in this submissive role. But I had a feeling that this wasn't her problem.

"You do now," I spoke gently to her.

"Does her master want more?" she asked, still a little glazed.

"I want what you want," I answered her. "I don't mind if you want to keep it slow."

She licked her lips. "I. This slave apologizes. She. She likes this. Please don't misunderstand. She loves this. But she also knows that ..." she voice trailed off.

"What?" I asked her. For some reason I was getting concerned.

"I wanted to do this. I really did. But. I. I can't climax like this."

"Huh?"

Jane continued patiently. "I like intercourse. Don't get me wrong. I. I feel full, and I love the sensations, but I can't get enough. Some women can't. I can't climax like this. I never have."

I smiled at her. This I could understand. I wondered how long she meant to keep this wonderful sex up for me, before she admitted her inability to me.

Christi spoke quietly from her position in the grass. I glanced over to her. Her hand was still stroking her nipples and vagina, although she wasn't allowing herself to dip inside to give her the stimulation that she no doubt desired.

"Can, I help?" Christi asked softly. I wasn't sure if she was addressing me or Jane.

"You can remove her clamps," I told Christi quietly. Jane looked up in surprise, probably expecting to wear them until I let her go.

Christi moved her bare body towards Jane and reached out, stroking Jane's bound breasts. Jane cried out at the touch and I could feel her reaction from inside.

"This is going to hurt, Janey. But you want them off, right?" Christi whispered to the shaking girl.

Jane simply nodded and braced herself. The clamps had been tight and removal was going to throb and stab her. She'd been through this before.

I watched and reacted to Jane's squirming as Christi, as gently as she could, began to loosen the screws. Jane screamed as the first clamp fell from her trapped nipple. Blood rushed back into her nubbin and caused her to shake. I had to concentrate on holding back as she pulsed with the pain. She pulsed and struggled as her other nipple fell free of the clamps.

Christi watched Jane as she struggled to hold herself still through the waves of pain. I could feel her quivering on me. At last Jane opened her eyes and resumed her slow rhythm on me. She hissed through her teeth, "Goddamn, that hurt. I'm sorry."

Christi bent and gently kissed at the swollen nipples that were riding back and forth in front of her. Jane moaned at the new sensations.

I watched as Christi moved her blonde head from Jane's chest and began to kiss her. The women kissed gently and passionately as Jane continued her slow movements. I watched as Christi's hand stole down her body to stroke at herself. I watched as her arousal built once
again to a fever pitch. Jane began to increase the tempo of her thrusts. She was getting tired, I could tell, but she wanted her climax more than words could express.

Christi's hand left her own lips and reached forward. I had a clear view of the slender fingers brushing at Jane's pubic hair. Slowly Christi's fingers traced through the coarseness and found the softness. I gasped as I felt her fingers brushing at my sensitive skin as Jane continued her thrusting, becoming longer and a little faster with each stroke. I was beginning to have to concentrate to prevent my climax. Between Christi's soft fingers and Jane's wetness, I was having trouble controlling it.

I knew that Christi was teasing Jane. I could see her fingers bringing Jane to the point of orgasm, then slowing, teasing unbearably. Jane broke their kiss, her lips moving soundlessly.

I almost couldn't hear the words from Jane.

"Hit me. Please."

Christi backed away from kissing Jane.

"I can't, honey. I love you dearly, but I can't."

Jane whimpered as Christi's hands kept up her stimulation. Her breasts. Her sore nipples. And her clitoris. All teased, slowly. Her thrusts were becoming more urgent, more sensual.

"Please?" Jane whispered.

Christi looked helplessly at me, not knowing what to do.

"I can't reach her," I spoke gently to Christi.

Christi licked her lips and turned slowly back to Jane. She kissed her again, softly on the lips.

"I. I love you, Janey," Christi whispered.

I watched as she leaned back to regard the straining girl in front of her. She switched her hands, moving her left to slowly tease Jane between her legs. Knowing exactly what Jane wanted, she closed her eyes and let her right hand slap gently at Jane's bound breasts. I watched as Jane grimaced even at the light pain. The bondage on her breasts exaggerated even the lightest touch for her senses. She pressed herself even harder onto me and into Christi's fingers.

"Harder," Jane hissed, her face concentrating on the pain, on the sensations between her legs.

Christi took a deep breath and aimed. Her open hand fell hard across Jane's bare breasts making them dance crazily on her chest.

"Unghhhhhh," Jane moaned as the pain washed over her. I could feel her take her last breath and hold it. She arched, pulling at the handcuffs on her wrists, probably reopening the cuts on her wrists. She groaned again, a deep throaty groan from deep inside of her. I felt her begin
to climax, her body pulsating around me. I had to concentrate on darkness to prevent myself from following her. She writhed, screaming out Christi's name into the silent air. Her body flushed, as I'd never seen it before. I'd seen her climax before, but nothing compared to this. She climaxed for what seemed like forever. As she peaked, I could feel her internal muscles contracting around me. At her highest point, I have no idea how Christi knew, I watched as Christi let her hand fall again onto Jane's squeezed breasts.

Jane cried out again. I could feel Christi's fingers still massaging Jane as she crashed through another orgasm. Jane twisted and shivered, though being inside her, it didn't feel quite as powerful as her first one.

I could tell as the pulses slowed around me and her body began to relax that she was going to fall. I raised my arms and caught the small girl as she fell forward. She couldn't stop herself, her wrists were still trapped behind her. I gently lowered her onto my chest, feeling Christi withdraw her fingers from between us.

Jane was sobbing, twisting in her restraints. I held the girl, not extracting myself from her body. I let her cry for a few minutes before she raised her face and gently kissed at my lips.

"Thank-you," she whispered.

I held her tightly to me, even though I knew that she had to be uncomfortable with her breasts squeezed into my chest. She didn't complain though.

I let her cry on my shoulder. I glanced over her, Christi was watching with a mixture of confusion and acceptance on her face. She loved both of us, and she couldn't understand it.

She caught my gaze and slowly nodded, mutely understanding what I needed from her. I could feel Jane's shuddering as Christi slowly released the ropes that encircled Jane's body. I gripped Jane's shoulders and bench pressed her up a little allowing Christi to pull the ropes free. As her breasts released from their entrapment, Jane sighed. It was a wonderful sound, full of contentment, love, and relief. After her breasts were freed, I allowed her back to curl up on my chest. I could feel her small pulses, almost like aftershocks through my still rigid penis. I hadn't climaxed yet.

I cherished the feel of her nude skin pressed against me, my arms circling her body. Her bare breasts felt so different without the ropes squeezing her. Softer and gentler against my skin.

After a few minutes, she struggled a little, squirming like a cat to get out of my embrace. She slowly sat up, still impaled on me.

She looked at me, her face soft and gentle.

"I. I'm sorry. I know that you can keep me here if you want, but ... this is a getting a little uncomfortable for me." She glanced down at her open crotch. "Either let me make you climax, or let me get off. Please?" she asked quietly.

I hadn't realized that she might be uncomfortable. And it hadn't occurred to me that she might have thought that she'd be punished for extricating herself from the sex. But I suppose I should have realized it. Poor girl had been through a lot today.

I nodded to her. Much as her body was comfortable for me, I didn't want to climax inside of her. I still had to finish with Christi. I owed her something at least.

Jane understood the nod and carefully extricated me from her by simply climbing off me. I fell from her, and ached for her softness. I lay with my hands behind my head, watching her slowly kneel in the grass to the opposite side from Christi.

Jane looked at Christi and smiled gently.

"Thank-you," she whispered to Christi. "I'll always love you."

Jane looked at me quizzically, unsure of what she was allowed to do. I simply nodded and watched as she struggled to turn herself around to get the small key between her searching fingers. I was sure that she'd manage it.

I felt the soft weight of Christi as she resumed the position that she had been in before I'd made her free Jane. I heard a faint click in the direction of Jane.

"Back where we started," Christi whispered to me. I felt her fingers slowly stroking me. "Nobody else to free."

I nodded slowly, peripherally aware that Jane had moved a little way away and was quietly kneeling in the grass. She was giving us a little privacy, finally free of all her restraints. Her handcuffs glinted in the sun in front of her. I cringed a little as I saw her rubbing gently at her wrist, rubbing the red gently away with her own saliva.

I turned my attention back to the irresistible sensations from Christi's gentle fingers. I felt Christi as she began to guide me into herself. I slipped inside her easily, she was nearly as aroused as Jane had been. I felt the soft moisture engulf me. I wouldn't be able to hold back this time.

She began a very slow rhythm, enjoying the sensations. Her hands roamed her body, pinching nipples, stroking skin. She moaned almost constantly as she slowly controlled her speed. She wanted to make this last. I concentrated on her body, her closed eyes, her blonde hair, her upthrust bare breasts, her belly, flat and smooth, her straining thigh muscles as she moved with the sex.

I glanced over towards Jane. She was gone. I quickly glanced around, but Jane was nowhere in sight. I was sure that she'd just given Christi some privacy and gone for a quick walk, enjoying her last moments on this timeline, enjoying her freedom from the real world.

We moved slowly together, shifting positions a few times. Her on her knees in the grass, her face pressed into the blades. Her standing, arms around the tree that had held Jane. Her on the bottom. Touching. Kissing. Moaning. And crying. It was going to be the last time, and both of us knew it.

At last, we ended up back where we started. Christi straddling me, her beauty silhouetted by the sun behind her. She was breathing hard, so very hard as she pumped. She shone.

I closed my eyes, not being able to hold back much longer, wanting to cherish these last caresses of her.

When I opened my eyes, after Christi moaned a little louder than before, Jane was there. The girl had moved up silently, her bare feet not making a whisper in the grass. The girls kissed, Jane's fingers trailing over Christi's bare body. I closed my eyes again, knowing that Jane was doing for Christi what Christi had done for her. I could feel the gentle touch of her fingers as they caressed Christi between the folds. I could feel Christi rushing towards orgasm, her muscles twitching, her breathing becoming less and less regular.

Surprised, I felt Jane's fingers stroking my scrotum, toying with the soft hair, coaxing my climax.

Christi plummeted over the edge moments before I. She screamed into the world, letting her pleasure wash over her like a surf. She ground herself onto me, pulsing her internal muscles in unison. Her climax triggered mine, and I cried out, thrusting into the girl, arching.

We came down together. Christi gave a last moan and fell forward, hugging me fiercely. Jane knelt back on her haunches, quietly looking the other way. She looked a little uncomfortable, but she didn't get up to move away.

Christi held me for a few moments, overcome with emotions. She simply cried there. I held her gently and waited through her sobs.

Eventually, Christi moved, pushing on my shoulders with her hands. She gently rolled off me. I had shrunk inside of her and it felt a bit odd coming out. She curled up, her arm across my chest, her head cradled in the crook of my arm. Jane took a deep breath and lay down to my
right. I could feel their bare toes playing gently with my legs.

"Thank-you," Christi whispered, still out of breath. She was thanking both me and Jane.

We lay there holding each other for a few minutes. This was so out of sync with the real world. Lying in someone's front yard, nude as the day we were born, leather and steel strewn through the grass. It seemed like a dream. Perhaps it was.

Christi took a deep breath, and let it out in a whoosh that I felt against my nipple.

"I don't want to go back," Christi whispered.

The other girl echoed the words quietly. I glanced down at them. Both were crying gently. I couldn't feel the wetness of their tears, but the tears were there.

They were silent for a few more minutes, I could feel their quiet breathing as they cuddled up with me.

I felt the familiar dragging of the blackness touch the back of my mind. I steadied myself, thinking I would have to send them back to protect them, but the feeling receded again.

I shivered.

"Again?" Jane murmured into my chest.

In answer I struggled to rise. The girls didn't budge, letting their gentle weight keep me down. I could have fought them, but I didn't.

"Not yet, please," Christi murmured.

I sighed and let them curl up for another half hour. Jane slept gently, I watched as her breathing became more regular. Christi was silent, thinking, but I could see her blue eyes moving so I knew she wasn't asleep. I held them both.

I half considered sending Jane back while she slept, but I didn't think that was fair on her. Instead, I gently shook her until she opened her eyes. She kissed me gently and rolled off my shoulder. She lay quietly in the grass. Taking her cue from Jane, Christi released me as well, rising to her knees.

I picked myself up and gathered up my clothing. I had a heavy heart as I slipped the jeans over my hips. When I turned, Jane was kneeling beside Christi, their fingers entwined.

I knelt down with them, hugging them both.

"I want to remember," Jane whispered.

"I do, too," Christi murmured.

"You can't," I spoke gently to them.

Jane looked at me, tears still falling from her eyes.

"It will kill us to stay, won't it?"

I nodded slowly.

"Tell us, then."

"Tell you?"

"Tell us. On the other timeline. Find us and tell us. You know who we are. What we are. How we really feel."

I took a deep breath.

"You wouldn't believe me. Think about when I took you. You wouldn't believe that you would be here doing this. You couldn't. I can't." I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "I'm sorry," I spoke with real regret.

Tears were falling down both girl's faces.

"It wasn't enough time," Jane spoke.

"I know."

"Are. Are you ever going to do this again? Stop time?"

"I don't know sweety. I don't know."

"Can I ask something?" Jane asked quietly.

I nodded to her. I watched as she gripped Christi's hand tighter.

Jane whispered, almost too low to hear. "If you do stop time, take us again? You know us. We got along. And I liked it here. You'll have to train me again, I know that, but I can't imagine that you would hate that. And even though I won't like it at first, I'll get back to this point. I'm still me. You can do that, can't you? Unless you are bored with me. With us." She paused for a moment. "I'm going to miss you."

Christi nodded through the entire speech, lending her agreement. She wanted to come back as well, if I would let them.

I couldn't promise them that I'd take them again. But they would never know.

"Alright. If I do this again, I'll be sure to track you down," I assured them, despite the fact that I really didn't know if I'd ever stop time again. Much less if I'd subject them to this again.

"Thank-you," Jane whispered. She flushed a little. "For everything."

I looked over them. Blonde and brunette. Holding hands, nude in the sun. I wished for a camera, anything to be able to keep them. Even if they wouldn't miss me, I was going to miss them horribly.

"I'm ready," Jane spoke quietly.

Christi opened her pretty lips and closed them again. She turned to the girl kneeling next to her.

"I'm going to miss you, Jane. I know that we promised no tearful good-byes, but we shared something. Something that I'm not sure I can explain. But I know that I love you. As a sister, as a lover, and as a friend. And I hope that we meet in real life, as any of them."

Tears fell from both their eyes as Christi rose up and kissed Jane tenderly on the lips. They embraced, pressing their nude bodies together one final time. They rose, still hand in hand.

I rose to my feet to join them.

Jane released Christi's hand and stepped towards me. She kissed me gently on the lips and smiled through her tears. She carefully stepped back and reached for Christi's hand.

Christi slipped her hand away and stepped over towards me, her bare feet indenting the blades of grass. She embraced me, pulling me close and not letting go. She finally released me and held my arms.

"It's been a hell of a ride," she tried to smile as well but she failed.

I nodded. I couldn't stop my own tears. I was going to miss her. I'd had her from almost the first moment. She'd been my first.

"Can I ask you one thing?" she whispered.

I swallowed heavily and nodded.

"I don't even know who you are. I don't even know your name. I fell in love with someone I don't even know."

"It's better that way," I whispered to her.

She looked into my eyes and nodded carefully. I'm not sure she understood, but she accepted it. She carefully rose up on her tiptoes in the soft grass and kissed me passionately on the lips.

"You may not believe it," she whispered. "But I do love you. If you can, find me on the real timeline."

She stepped back and allowed her fingers to entwine with Jane's. They held each other gently as I took a last long look at them.

They were beautiful together. Feminine, strong, and simply beautiful. Tears were flowing down their faces gently as they mouthed the words "Good-bye" together.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Good-bye."

When I opened my eyes, they were gone.

End.... (but read the Epilogue)