Jane knelt on the ground and began to tie his ankles together.

"Hey not so tight."

"Sorry Daddy, but he said that if I didn't tie this securely, then, he'd hurt Elaine."

He glowered, but didn't offer up any further complaints.

She continued to use the rope to immobilize her father. Tying his wrists securely and running ropes around the slats of the bench to hold him securely there.

After she was done, I had her move off to the side, and checked her work.  I was glad that I didn't play cowgirls and Indians with her.

As we walked back into the store, I outlined the next portion of the plan to Jane. "Now, the hard part. I need you to get your mother."

"Why do you want her. You are planning on doing something to us.  Aren't you?"

She was sharp this one. No lack of insight here.

"I might be. Tell her what is happening. Tell her that I need her out here right away, that I'm going to hurt your sister if she doesn't come out as she is and immediately."

"Oh God. You won't hurt her?"

"Have I hurt anyone yet?"

She just looked at me. Still calm. She was the only one. Elaine was quietly sobbing in her chair.

I walked her back to the change room and watched as Jane opened each door until she found the one with her mother.

"She's frozen."

Jane slipped into the change room with her mother and closed the door. I could still hear their conversation from my post out in the hall.  A burst of concentration and ...

"Janie, what are you doing in here. How."

"Please Mom, no time to explain. You've got to listen to me."

"OK ..."

"Listen there is some guy out in the store waving a gun around and he insisted that I come back and get you."

"Where's Daddy?"

"He's uhhhhh tied up at the moment." I actually smiled at this one.

"What on earth does he want with me?"

"I have no idea. Hurry." Jane tugged at her mother.

"Dear, I have to put some clothes on."

"No time. He said now. Please Mom. Elaine."

"Alright, alright."

The two of them came out of the dressing room. The elder just in bra and panties. Jane tugging her mother. She saw me pretty quick. By this time I'd moved back out into the store.

"Sir, would you put the gun down please? You are going to hurt someone."  Calm like her daughter. Jane just peered at me wondering what was going to happen.

"Ma'am, if I put the gun down, then you are most unlikely to do as I ask, isn't that so."

The woman glanced around the store. Not quite comprehending the situation, but noticing that the world seemed strange all of a sudden.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I would like you to sit in that chair over there by your daughter."  The woman sensibly moved over to her bound daughter. "Not that chair; one down." I didn't want her to sit right next to Elaine.

"Are you all right honey?" the mother asked.

Elaine nodded. Tears still flowing.

"Okay Jane, you know the drill. Rope."

Jane sighed and moved towards her mother.

"Sir, this is most uncivilized. I don't need to be bound down. I'll do whatever it is you want." I wasn't so sure of that, but didn't say anything.  "At least allow me the decency of some clothing."

That almost made me laugh. Christi next door probably would have laughed as well. Clothes? On a woman? Whatever for?

"Ma'am, I just don't need trouble. Cooperate and you and your daughters won't be hurt."

She sat still while her youngest daughter tied her into the chair. The knots were as secure as those on her father. I checked.

"Alright, Jane, come here."

Jane walked over to me and allowed me to place one side of a handcuff on her right wrist. I attached the other side to the chrome of a built in clothes rack. Jane allowed this quietly.

I left the unfortunate family bound while I went in search of Christi.  The bookstore beside the clothing store seemed deserted. If that girl had wandered off, I would find her. And she would be sorely sorry.

"Christi?"

"Right here." came the immediate answer. I wandered towards the soft voice.  I rounded the corner of an aisle and found the girl curled up on the carpeted floor. She was lying on her front, quietly reading a Stephen King novel.  Having a bit of trouble with the pages, considering her bound wrists, but managing alright.

She sat up as I approached.

"Break over?" she asked with disappointment. "I heard the yelling. I take it the father wasn't very happy about things."

"I've barely started," I smiled. "Come on, we have things to do."

She sighed as she struggled to get up. I helped Christi to her bare feet and walked her slowly out into the mall. Her eyes widened at the sight of the father tied securely to the bench in the mall. Her face wore a "How did you manage to do this?" look, but she didn't say anything. In turn I saw his eyes widen as he took in the naked, chained, blonde beauty I was leading out into the mall.

Nobody said anything as I led Christi back into the clothing shop.

I had her sit quietly on the other side of the store from Elaine and her mother.

The mother spoke first, maybe a little shaken by the sight of Christi. The situation had abruptly changed. What did I want with them? "What are you going to do to us? Please let us go. We all promise not to tell anyone about this. Our secret. OK?"

Ignoring her, I approached Jane who couldn't seem to keep her eyes off Christi.

"Now Jane, I want you to do something for me."

"What?" she asked me warily.

"I want to watch you strip in front of your father."

I heard her mother groan. Jane turned pale.

"So that is why you unfroze him. You were planning this from the beginning. You pig. Please just let us go. Don't make me do that."

"Will you?"

"Of course not. He's my father. Hasn't seen me undress since I was like five."

"Alright. I'm going to show you the alternate."

Jane just looked at me with fear in her eyes.

I showed her the riding crop that I'd picked up in the adult store.

"See this." She nodded. Sick. "I am going to use it on Elaine. I am going to hit her with it, probably on the breasts, maybe the face, until her screams are too much for you. She can't do anything about it tied in the chair like that. Until you agree to go out in front of your father and strip."

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

I heard her mother and Elaine moan from across the store. I doubt if the father out in the mall could hear the conversation.

Christi spoke up. "Jane, that's your name right? Jane, trust me, you will do what he says in the end anyway. Spare your sister some pain. You have no idea how much a riding crop will hurt on breasts. I've seen it.  Trust me. Just do what he says."

Jane began to cry. I watched as the tears formed and overflowed her eyelids. It was actually kind of pretty. A moment later, she made her decision and I watched the incredible control roll down her face like a window shade. The tears dried, almost instantly, and her mouth set in a determined line.

I unlocked the steel binding and she rubbed her wrist where it had dug into her soft skin. We walked together to the mall aisle. The woman about to lose her clothes and her dignity and the bastard that was going to watch it. I had Christi stay in the store.

As we emerged from the store, her father was a bit more reasonable. I seriously doubted that the reasonableness was going to last when he found out what I had planned for his youngest daughter.

"What do you want? Money?"

Jane surprised me and replied for me, "Daddy, he doesn't want money. He doesn't want anything that you can give him. He already has everything he wants."

"What are you talkin' about?"

Jane hung her head. "He's got us. I'm sorry Daddy. I don't want to do this.  But we have to do what he says. Forgive me. Please."

With that, I watched as she gripped the bottom of her rugby shirt and in one fluid motion pulled it over her head. Her skin was milky, the flash of colour of her bra marring the surface. Without any other hesitation she dropped her sweat pants and stepped out of them. Her father groaned and closed his eyes.

I stopped Jane from continuing. "What's your parent's names?", I whispered.

"Dave and Dora," she was breathing hard.

"Dave, open your eyes. If you don't watch the strip show here, I will cause someone in there some discomfort. I'm certainly enjoying it."

"You fucking bastard. I swear I'll kill you. I swear it." Keeping his eyes closed.

I just looked at Jane. She moaned a bit but did what she had to, "Daddy, please. You have to watch me. You know what he threatened to do to Elaine?  I can't even tell you. But he'd do it. In a second. And enjoy it. It was enough to get me out here and strip in front of you. You think I want to do this? Don't let him do that to Elaine. I'm begging you Daddy. Please."

This strong willed woman begging her father to watch her strip. Must have just about killed her.

Her father slowly opened his eyes and gave me a glare. I have to admit that I'm glad that looks can't kill.

Jane whispered to herself, "Thank-you God."

She was standing there in her bra and panties and sneakers. She looked at me.

"Please don't make me continue. For Jesus sakes, he is my father. I'm his daughter. Don't make me. Please. I'll strip for you. I'll let you chain me up like that other woman. I'll fuck you. Anything but this. Please."

I just motioned for her to continue. Resigned, she hung her head and continued by very slowly kicking off her shoes and peeling off her socks.  At this point, it was probably no worse than her swimming in a bikini in front of her father. It was the next part that was going to be hard.

She looked at me one more time. "Please?"

Her father had closed his eyes again.

"Everything Jane. Dave, open those eyes."

He snapped them open and focused again on his youngest daughter.

Jane's tears had returned, but she found the strength to reach behind her and unclip the bra encasing her breasts. Recovering somewhat, she held her head high and in one fluid motion pulled the bra from her chest letting it drop at her bare feet, exposing her breasts to her father for the first time in many years I would imagine. I watched as her father cringed, closed his eyes briefly, but opened them again.

The hard part begun, Jane lost the hesitation, just wanting to get it over with; she pulled her underwear from her hips and slipped them down her legs.  She stepped out of them daintily and stood proudly in her nudity. No attempt to cover herself. Not that I would have allowed that anyway. She probably knew that.

She was breathing hard, tears were now running down her face. I motioned for her to make a full turn. The naked girl closed her eyes but obeyed. Her father, his breathing irregular was trying to pretend that this wasn't happening. Trying, without success, I would imagine, to see his bare daughter and ignore the fabulous display all at the same time.

I waved the gun at Jane and motioned her to walk in front of me back into the store.

"Goddamn you, you better not touch a hair on them." Her father struggled with the ropes that Jane had tied so well.

I walked Jane back to her handcuff. As we passed Christi, she looked up with tears in her eyes and whispered to us, "You know you are a right bastard." I smiled back at her and she just shook her head in resignation.

As I reached to place Jane's wrist in the handcuff, Jane stopped me gently.  "Please. You don't have to cuff me. If I could do that for you," meaning the strip show for her father, "I'm not about to run away."

I just gave her a reassuring grin. "You did well. You surprised me. But for now, I have to cuff you."

"Please just a moment with my mother and sister?"

I just about told her no, but I looked at Christi and she motioned for me with her cuffed hands, to let her be with her family for a moment.

I let go of Jane's slender wrist and let her pad naked over to her mother and sister. She fell to her knees and hugged Elaine. Then she moved two chairs down and gave her mother a big hug.

I heard her say to them, "It's OK. I'm OK. Just do what he says. For me. OK?  Make sure that I didn't do that for nothing. I love you." Elaine was still crying softly, and tears brimmed in her mother's eyes. Her mother nodded silently and fixed me with another one of those glares.

Tears in her eyes, Jane rose back to her feet and walked back to me and extended her wrist for me to cuff. I snapped the cuff around her wrist but didn't tighten it into the skin. Just enough that she couldn't
escape it.

She looked at me, "I still think you're a bastard, but thank-you for letting me go to them. Don't hurt them, please?"

She was a strong one. I nodded curtly.

I ignored her and handed her the shears from the hardware store. The hardware store reminded me of Kimberly, probably still bound nude in that chair suffering that tight breast bondage and the clothes pins she had had to beg me to put on her. Probably should go check on her soon.

Christi gripped the shears in her bound hands and looked up at me. For a fleeting moment I thought I saw her gauge her chances at driving the blades into my chest. The moment passed. Not sure whether it was the fact that she knew that it would fail. Or whether she was still wondering about that promise I made in her mother's office. Either way, she rose from the chair to her feet.

"Christi, I need you to go cut the clothes off Elaine."

"Please, haven't you done enough to them?"

Jane just moaned.

I didn't answer Christi and after a moment, she knew that she'd have to do it. She walked with her small steps, chains jangling, to the older sister who cringed back as far as she could against the ropes.

Christi whispered something to the girl to try and calm her, but ended up slipping the scissors in at the neck line of her sweatshirt and split it down the middle exposing the bra enclosed breasts. A few more strokes of the shears and the fabric of her shirt and skirt had been shredded from her body.

Elaine spoke for the first time directed at Christi. "Please don't continue.  You don't need to strip me."

I heard Christi's reply. "I have to. You have to understand that I don't have a choice." She continued by cutting first the panties then the bra and gently removing them from the trembling girl.

Jane just hung her head. "Strip her, but please don't hurt her. OK? I stripped for you ..."

I moved closer, getting an idea of what I wanted to do. The father was going to blow a gasket with this one.

I walked forward and picked up Christi's leash, pushing her to her knees. I removed the handcuffs so she could crawl.

"Crawling again. Please no."

I just tugged on the leash and the naked girl began to crawl in front of these strangers. I led her out to the bench with the father tied to it. Dave's eyes widened as he watched me lead the docile beauty out
on her leash. I saw him let his breath out as he realized that it wasn't one of his daughters or his wife crawling behind me.

I had Christi kneel for me and handed her the scissors.

"I want you to cut out the crotch of his pants."

Dave began to struggle against the ropes as Christi inched forward on her knees. His struggling making it difficult to determine the best place to cut the fabric.

I idly commented, "If he doesn't stop moving, then just cut at random. If certain parts get in the way because he's moving he has nobody to blame but himself."

At the words, Dave ceased struggling, but he still tried.

"Listen lady, you got a weapon. Attack him. Stop him. Look what he's doing to us and you."

Christi patiently looked up into his forlorn face and quietly stated the obvious. "Sir, I can't. Look at me. I'm naked. Look at my ankles. They're hobbled. Even if I tried, I'd never make it before he made a new hole in my body. That's assuming that he didn't just freeze me again. Don't you think if there was any hope, I'd have tried it by now. I've been naked and his slave for the last day or so. He's made me spank a woman.  He's forced me into lesbian acts. I've had to crawl for him. Believe me, I've seen what he's capable of." While she was talking gently, her hands were moving and carefully cutting away his pants around the crotch to expose his genitals.

Finished she backed away and handed me the scissors handle first.

"Christi, I'm getting tired of his chatter and blustering. Pick up Jane's panties and bra and stuff them in his mouth."

If her statements about her dominant side were true, I was probably giving her a minor thrill to dominate this guy. Even though she was the one naked and in chains, she was still more free than Dave.

Christi bent down and gathered up Jane's panties and bra from the littering of clothes still left from the unwilling strip show.

"Please, sir, open your mouth."

"Goddamned if I will." And he clapped his mouth shut. Christi looked at me helplessly.

"Do you realize what he is going to do to your family if you don't let me put these in your mouth."

Opening his mouth ever so slightly, he replied, "He's going to do it anyway, dammit. Don't you see that? No way."

"Okay, Christi, I'll go get Jane. Her pain will probably get him to open up."

"Wait," Christi pleaded, "there's another way. Please?"

I gave it one last chance.

"He's going to whip your daughter, man. Get it through your thick skull. Look at me. Normally I get men to do what I want. And I'm sitting here naked, in chains, trying to keep us both out of trouble. He'll punish me for not being able to gag you. Open your mouth and he won't whip her. Won't whip me. I've seen it. Cooperate and things don't go as badly. I swear it."

In fascination I watched as the naked girl reached down to the man's  exposed crotch while she had him distracted with her voice and without warning squeezed his balls. His mouth opened in surprise and pain and as he began his cry of pain, Christi quickly shoved his daughter's panties deep into his mouth. Once in, he stopped resisting as she wrapped Jane's bra about his head and tied it off, keeping the panties securely in his mouth. His eyes were riveted to the bare breasts hanging in front of his face. Don't know any male who wouldn't be distracted by those. I smiled at her ingenuity.

"Okay Christi, kneel down here and wait for me to come back."

She fell to her knees and inched over to the spot I indicated.

"Don't hurt them, please?"

I nodded. I had other plans anyway.

I'd start with the older sister, Elaine.

I walked over to where she was still sitting, crying, naked tied to the chair.

"Elaine?" She looked up with dulled eyes. "Elaine, I'm going to untie you for a while. You'll do what I say, right?"

From the other side of the store I heard Jane's voice. "Leave her alone. Please. I'll do whatever it is you want." Jane was very protective of her sister. The mother just sat quietly in her ropes waiting and
watching.

Elaine just nodded. I quickly had the ropes free and she immediately tried to cover her body. Like I hadn't already seen it. But it was a common reaction. Only the strong willed ones wouldn't let me get the satisfaction of knowing that they were embarrassed by their nudity.

I picked up the ropes and led the quietly sobbing girl out of the store. She kept her hands trying to cover her breasts and pussy, and I let her for now. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her father tied to the bench, his private parts hanging out for the world to see. She closed her eyes in shame as she realized that her father had a perfect view of her nudity as well.

This didn't concern me.

There was a reasonably clear spot almost directly in front of the father where the concourse was not littered with frozen people.

"Elaine, I want you to lie down here, face up and stretch yourself out. Hands above your head, legs apart."

I saw the girl go pale, and I heard the protest from the bound man on the bench through his gag. But Elaine just nodded and dropped slowly to the floor. Grimacing that she had to lie nude in the middle of the concourse. All she could think of was how many people had walked over the spot where she was about to lay. But she did it silently and sullenly. I motioned Christi over. She shuffled over on her knees.

"Wrists."

She raised her wrists expecting the handcuffs. To my surprise I had forgotten to recuff her. Recovering, I handed her the ropes. "Make sure that she stays this way." Christi just nodded. Probably just as surprised that she hadn't been recuffed.

I watched as she went about her task. Admiring the way her bare body moved.  Admiring her attention to detail. Three wraps of the rope, tied off tightly to make it secure on each tie point. Wrists and ankles. Searching for places to secure the other end to; bench legs, security doors. While this was
happening, Elaine tried to plead with me.

"Sir?" I looked down at her spread eagled form. "Sir, you don't need to tie me up, you know?" I nodded. Tears in her eyes. "If you want to rape me, I'll let you without the ropes. I swear it." I could see that that was extremely difficult to say. "Please. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me or my family. Please." Christi continued to tie up the poor nude girl.

Not as eloquent as her sister, but as sincere.

"Elaine, you are doing what I want. As long as that is the case, you may be tied. You may experience some discomfort, but I promise that I won't hurt you."

"But do you need to keep us tied up? It's humiliating and uncomfortable."

I could see Christi nodding as she continued her work. She spoke for me. "Elaine, don't you understand? That is what turns him on. Us, women, uncomfortable, naked and humiliated. Just do what he says, OK? He can make you very uncomfortable."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"All in good time."

She gave up and lay quietly, watching as Christi moved around her tying off the ropes connected to her.

I watched as the poor girl was secured. I checked the bonds which were good and tight. I patted Christi on the head. The father was pulling at his ropes trying to get something free. He had closed his eyes soon after his elder daughter had been brought before him. Didn't want to see her nudity. For now, I let him have his thoughts that he could block this horror out.

I pulled Christi off to the side, and crouched down in front of her. Her still on her knees because I hadn't allowed her to her feet. She whispered to me so the bound girl and man couldn't hear.

"Please. I know what you are planning. I can't do it. Not another one. I can't have sex with her in front of her father. And I'm not a lesbian. Please have mercy on me. I have done everything else you wanted."

I smiled. She thought that she was going to have to lick the teenager in front of her father. While that sounded like an excellent idea, I had other plans. I toyed with the idea of letting her think that she was going to have to do it, like it or not, but I relented.

"Turn around."

"Please." She shuffled around on her knees to have her back facing me.

"Wrists."

"Please no. I will do whatever you want without the cuffs. I swear I will.  I can do a better job on her with my hands free."

She still thought that she was going to have to have sex with the bound woman.

"Wrists." In resignation, her hands wrapped behind her back and I slipped the handcuffs on her. But not overly tight.

"Christi, I'm not going to make you have sex with Elaine."

Her face brightened almost immediately.

"Thank-you," she whispered. "I'll do anything you want."

"I'm counting on it. Now, I'm going to get Jane, you crawl over to the father and just sit quietly at his feet, OK?"

She nodded, her tears dried. She began the journey on her knees, the ankle chain still impeding her speed and her hands securely behind her back making her a little unsteady.

I walked back into the shop and approached Jane.

"What have you done with Elaine? You made her go naked in front of Daddy, didn't you."

I nodded. "She's still there."

"You bastard, you made him look didn't you."

I shook my head. Jane sighed. "You didn't hurt her did you?"

"Not yet." She shuddered. "But I need you to cooperate for the last part of this. So if you don't want to hear her screams, you'll do what I say."

I had uncuffed her hand from the rack by removing the cuff from the rack. I pulled her left arm behind her back and turned her around. She let me do all this without complaint. Her hands secured behind her back with handcuffs, I began to walk her very slowly to the front of the store.

"I've already proved that I'll do whatever you want."

"Yeah, but this is different. This is more than a strip show in front of your father."

"Oh God, what could be worse than that?"

"Sex with your sister in front of him."

"You filthy animal. You know I can't do that. That would kill him. Kill her." She had stopped. "You can't be serious."

"Jane, you have to do this." I left her standing in the middle of the store and walked back and retrieved the riding crop. Her eyes widened.

"Anything else. I'll do anything else. I'll crawl like that other woman. I'll have sex with you. I'll have sex with you in front of him. I'll crawl. I'll let you whip me. You can have me forever, but please not
this. It's my sister."

I let her cry and beg for a few minutes.

"Stand still, Jane." She did, still begging.

I reached out casually and flicked the tip of the riding crop making light contact with her bare right breast. There was a sound like a small gunshot, and a welt almost immediately appeared. The shock of the blow and the resultant pain was enough to make her stop talking and cry out softly.

"Oh my god that hurts."

"And that was a light one. You still want me to whip you."

Through her tears, "If it will make you stop this insane game. Please have some compassion."

"Jane, listen to me. You have got to go out there. Your sister is bound on the floor. Naked. You are naked. I want you to start with oral sex with her. Then finish off with a sixty-nine until you both come. If it would make it easier I can tie you on top of her."

"Good god. I can't do it. Please."

"Jane, what does your breast feel like?"

"My boob is on fire, but I'd gladly take more to avoid this. Please."

"How long would you be able to put up with that kind of pain being delivered to Elaine's breasts. You know that I hit you lightly. I won't be as gentle with Elaine."

"God, you are a monster. Can't I convince you? Please?" She moved forward, her hands still cuffed behind her and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue tracing along my lips, pressing her naked body into my clothed one.

I pulled away, though the kiss had really ignited my sex drive. Like the day I'd been having hadn't anyway.

"Jane, you don't want to do that either. Come on."

The tears welled up in her eyes. "You won't hu-hurt my sister if I do this?"

"Jane, you're a smart girl. I'm going to be honest with you. Your sister is going to need some convincing to play this game I have planned. No matter how willing you are to have sex in front of your father to save her some pain, she is going to resist out of shame. I am going to have to strip her of her
pride to get her to enjoy your body. That means that I'm going to have to hit her a bit. It's the only way. But I don't think that she has your capacity to resist, so it shouldn't take much. Maybe just a few sharp
raps on the thigh to convince her. I hope."

"God, you are a bastard. Okay, I'll do it for you. I just want my family out of this. Please, let me talk to Elaine before we start? Maybe I can convince her that we have to do this filthy thing. Maybe you won't have to hit her."

"If the performance goes well, I promise I won't hit anybody."

"Please won't you take something more pleasant instead?" She thrust out  her bare breasts as best she could towards me.

Tempting as that was, her last try was doomed to failure. I could have her anytime I wanted, whether she wanted it or not. She really didn't have any bargaining power and she was smart enough to know it. She had tried her best despite it though.

I just shook my head, and turned her back towards the concourse.

She walked like a woman headed for a firing squad. Short steps, prolonging the time until she was in front of her father again. Hoping, that somehow she could think of something, somehow to avoid this.

As she walked back into the concourse, she took in the scene. Her sister naked and spread eagled on the floor. Her father gagged with some cloth and still tied up. Eyes closed. They fluttered open for a second as she strode into the concourse and then he renewed his struggles against the rope that she had so expertly tied. Christi curled up sitting quietly at his feet, her hands obviously bound behind her.

She gingerly stepped over the remnants of her clothing and padded over to kneel beside her bound sister's head. Her voice as steady as she briefly explained what as required.

"'lainey, you have got to listen to me. This bastard wants us to have sex together."

At the statement I saw the reaction around the concourse. The father began trying to yell something behind his gag. Probably that he'd kill me. Christi's eyes widened, I guess not expecting this. Elaine's low moan.

"Jane, please stop him. I can't do that. Daddy."

"I can't stop him. God, I wish I could. I'm not sure that I can do this either, but we have to try. If we don't ahhh enjoy it enough, he is going to start hitting you. 'lainey, look at my right boob. See that red
line there? He hit me lightly there when I refused to do this. You wouldn't believe how much it hurt. I couldn't have stood it for long, but if I could I would have taken it. I don't want you to have to feel that.
Even if it means trying to enjoy sex with you. Please try. Please for me?"

Christi chimed in as well, "Elaine, seriously, try. I know it will be hard, but if you don't you'll really regret it."

"Jane, I don't know if I can."

Jane leaned down and kissed her sister's cheek. "Do it for me. 'kay? Pretend it's your boyfriend or something."

"Please don't make us do this?"

I had moved over to the bench and sat down beside the father who still had his eyes closed and was trying his best to ignore what was happening in front of his. I'd change that in a second.

Christi was curled up beside Dave's legs, but also beside mine. I felt her touch my leg with her bound hands. I looked down at her and she was looking up with her pretty face. She whispered to me, "Please don't make them do this. They're too young. It's not necessary."

I just shook my head, and resigned, the blonde just turned back and watched, as sobbing, eyes closed, Jane lowered her head between her sister's legs. From my angle, I could see her tentatively reach out with her tongue and trace up her sister's vaginal lips. Elaine shuddered and Jane raised her head again.

"I can't do this."

I just showed her the crop and sobbing she bent back to her task. Elaine had her eyes closed as well, probably desperately trying to fantasize that it was her boyfriend licking her between the legs and not her younger sister.

I leaned over to my bound and unwilling benchmate and whispered in his ear. "Davie, open your eyes and watch your daughters. They are doing a beautiful thing together."

He just shook his head. There were actually tears falling from his eyes. Not sure if they were tears of rage or of grief.

"Davie, you realize that I'll make you do it somehow. Maybe you prefer it if your wife joined in with your daughters." I whispered.

He opened his eyes and there was just pure hate in them as he glared at me. He tried to say something around Jane's panties, but it came up muffled. Probably some comment on my ancestry. I didn't care as long as he watched.

I glanced back at the girls. Jane still had her eyes closed but was doing a passable job of pretending to enjoy eating her sister. Elaine was having a hard time getting the image of her naked sister out of her mind, but she was managing to curb her revulsion enough to make it look like she was enjoying it. And I hadn't even had to hit her. Jane was a pretty powerful persuader when she had to be.

Christi couldn't tear her eyes away from the show in front of her. She pulled weakly at her chains but remained reasonably still.

I got up from the bench and crouched down beside Christi. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered to her.

"You ever given a blow job?"

Her face registered some surprise. Up until this point I hadn't asked the women in my power to do anything to or for me. Though they all had offered at some point to try and avoid some unpleasant task.

She turned to me, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Not me, you wench. Though, maybe later. I'm dying here."

Christi, smiled, pleased that I was in some discomfort as well. Her smile disappeared when she realized who the only other man was. The one she had been forced to gag earlier with his own daughter's panties.

"Please no. I don't even know the guy. He's their father. It'll kill him if he gets hard while he's forced to watch this."

"I know. And besides, you were willing to do me, and you don't know me."

"Oh God. Please. His wife is in the store. Don't make me do this."

"Are you any good at it?"

She swallowed hard. "I've had boyfriends tell me I was."

"Can you tell when a guy is about to come?"

"Usually."

"Alright. I want you to tease him. Give him a blow job, but don't let him come if he even reacts. Got it?"

"Please no. I'll crawl to the end of time for you. I'd join the girls. Anything. Please."

But she was already rising to her knees, she knew that my decision was made. As she bent her head, I could see the tears begin. Dave's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. This gorgeous naked blonde was about to give him head. Her hands secured behind her. On her knees. In the middle of a mall. His daughters having sex in front of him. He shook his head, pulled weakly against the ropes holding him. Mumbled through his gag.

She looked at me once more. Pleading in her eyes. I ignored her and moved over to the two naked women on the floor. Trusted her to do what she was told. I heard her whisper to Dave that she was sorry and didn't want to do it either.

Elaine was beginning to breathe harder. I ran my finger between Jane's kneeling legs. Jane jumped at the touch but continued to lick her sister. Jane was shivering and dry.

I whispered in her ear, "Sixty-nine."

She looked at me with a pleading look. Going to be really hard for Elaine to fantasize about her boyfriend with her sister's pussy pressing against her mouth.

As Jane struggled to position herself for a sixty-nine, the handcuffs impeding her greatly, I ran my finger through Elaine's pussy. She was damp.

Jane managed to get her knees on either side of Elaine's head and lowered herself to Elaine's mouth. Elaine wrinkled her nose and turned her head.

Jane looked up at me from the floor. "Please don't make us continue."

"Jane ..."

"Okay, but please untie me. I can sixty nine better if I can support myself. It's okay to have my hands behind my back if I'm just kneeling there, but this is different. Don't worry, I get the point that you don't want me to use my fingers."

Now that made some sense. I toyed with making her struggle with it, but since she had been so cooperative, I reached down and released her wrists. She brought her arms forward and supported herself, hands and knees over her bound sister. Gently she lowered herself until she was pressed against her sisters body. Rubbing the bare skin together, breasts softly touching her sister. She bent her head to her sister's pussy again. Her sister moaned but refused to use her tongue on Jane.

Without warning, I brought the crop down on Elaine's outstretched thigh right beside Jane's working head. Elaine screamed as the welt formed. She got the picture quick. As I checked next, Elaine was crying, but using her mouth to lick and pleasure Jane. Jane still didn't seem very wet, but as long
as an orgasm happened, I didn't much care.

I glanced over to the bench and watched as the father struggled against warring forces. The gorgeous blonde, naked and bound in front of him, forced to suck him. Every man's dream. Her lips and tongue running up and down him. Loyalty to his family. Not wanting to react. His daughters naked and having sex in front of him. Disgust warring with pleasure.

I sat on the bench beside the father. Him still trying to bargain, or curse through the panties. Watching Christi bring him to hardness, slowly moving her head up and down, her tongue snaking out to tease him. Despite all his efforts, unable to keep his penis soft. Christi, backing off as he began to enjoy her mouth too much. Biting him on command whenever I noticed his eyes closing or him not paying attention to Jane and Elaine. Tears falling from her eyes as she had to take him back into her mouth to begin the cycle again.

After about half hour, Elaine shuddered in orgasm. Pulling against her ropes.  I was actually surprised that she had reached orgasm before Jane. Jane looked more like the type to finish quickly to get it over with.

After Elaine had orgasmed, Jane lifted her head and looked at me, as though to ask permission to stop licking Elaine. I nodded and Jane sat up to her knees, her vagina pressed to Elaine's face. Elaine continued her tonguing, as Jane flushed. Her hands raised to fondle her own breasts. Pinching
the nipple and tracing the small welt where the crop had caught her. She probably began to fantasize that maybe some guy was eating her out. Within minutes Jane cried out softly, and stiffened in her own orgasm. Finally falling forward in exhaustion. Elaine gratefully stopped tonguing her sister.

Christi, noticing that the girls had completed their task stopped her blowjob and looked at me expectantly.

I motioned that she could stop, leaving Dave hard and uncomfortable and moaning through the panties. Christi curled up to her seated position on the mall tile beside his bound legs, breathing hard.

I walked over to Jane and Elaine, and stretched out Jane's arms until she gripped her sister's ankle. I wrapped rope around both limbs and lashed her wrists to Elaine's ankles. Jane made no resistance as I did the same to her bare legs. Lashing her to her sister. Bare skin pressing together as they relaxed from their ordeal.

I allowed Dave to close his eyes again, knowing full well that all he could see behind his closed lids was probably Christi's head bobbing up and down on his penis or his daughters locked in a sixty-nine. Either way was torture enough.

to be continued.......