I walked back over the bench and picked up Christi and carried her off to the side. I wanted to talk to her without the others hearing. Though they probably weren't listening to anything much anyway.

I had her kneel on the tiles. She was still breathing hard. I crouched down to the bound blonde's level and looked her in the eye. I reached forward and touched her right nipple. She gasped but she didn't shy away. I traced her bare body down until I reached the fine down between her legs. I traced my
finger between her lips. She was dripping wet. She moaned at the touch.

"This is turning you on?"

She looked at me with shame in her eyes. "Please. I don't know what is happening. It started after you made me gag that guy."

"It's alright. I understand. You want to fuck him?"

"Lord no. I mean, I will if you make me, of course. But I'd really rather not."

"Would you masturbate for me?"

"Yes," she said shyly. "You've seen me do it before anyway. Not like I can claim I've never done that. That I'm not that type of woman."

"You'd fuck me."

"In a second."

"I thought you hated me."

"Only when you make me do things I really hate."

"How about if I make the mother pleasure you."

"Please no."

"That wasn't a question."

She squirmed, pulling at the cuffs behind her back.

"Please don't make me do that. Let me fuck you. You haven't had relief in a long time, unless you fucked one of the others."

"I haven't."

She knelt there thinking about it.

"You know that I have to do what you say," she shook her head resigned.

"Stay here."

"Where am I going to go?"

I walked back to Jane and Elaine and crouched beside Jane's head. She raised her head as best as she could to look at me.

Weakly, "You are Satan."

I nodded. "You want to make a deal with the devil?"

"Haven't I lost my soul already? You've made me do everything."

"Okay, stay there then." I got to my feet and began to make my way to the store.

"Wait. Come back. Please," Jane's cry. I looked around at her, pitifully naked and bound to her sister. "Please?"

I walked slowly back and crouched beside her.

"I'll do anything you want. It's me you are really interested in isn't it?"  She was perceptive. "Why?"

"You are a challenge. An enigma. You're smart. And strong willed."

"You want to break me."

"Not sure."

"If I give myself to you, will you let the rest of my family go?"

"Jane, you know that I could take you whether you give yourself or not."

Tears welled over her lids, but she kept her voice steady, "I know. Please, you must be tiring of the others by now anyway. If it's me you want, just take me and leave them even if I can't offer you anything." She lowered her head.

"Okay."

Her eyes betrayed her confusion. "Okay?"

"Yeah. I'll take your offer. I'll leave your family alone if you'll  come along with me willingly. If you'll willingly submit to a punishment of my choosing and you fully cooperate no matter what. You are a smart girl. You know that I could have all those things by simply beating your sister anyway. Take it while I'm still in a good mood."

With tears in her eyes, and knowing that she was basically agreeing to be my slave, she nodded.

"Okay," she managed to get out between the sobs.

"I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes while I get your mother. Then I'm going to punish you in front of your family."

"You said you'd leave them alone."

"And I will. As soon as your punishment is over, we leave. Fair enough?"

"I guess. What choice do I have?"

I walked back to the store. The mother was the last one left in the shop from her family. Still sitting bound to the chair trying to see what was going on in the concourse.

I pulled a chair around in front of her and sat down, arms on my knees.

"You bastard. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to Dora. Good enough?"

"You are a monster."

"I've been called that before and it won't be the last time."

"What do you want?"

"Your daughter has already figured that out. Jane is quite a woman."

"If you harm one hair on her head ..."

"Dora, be sensible. If I want to harm either one of your daughters I could simply walk out of here and do whatever I please. No way to stop me. I'm sure that you've be trying your damnedest to get out of those ropes since Jane put you there. Your daughter can tie knots, I'll give her that."

I watched as the helpless woman pulled against the chair, her bra encased breasts jiggling. She saw me looking at them and quit.

"I'm going to be out of your life very soon. I promise. But I need you to do something for me. And I need you to agree to it before we start."

Warily, "Okay ..."

"This is going to sound odd, but this is the only way to get rid of me. You do this and I'll leave."

"You want to rape me. Don't you?"

"Dora, if I wanted to rape you, I'd have just done it. Why would I ask your permission? No, I have a series of tasks for you. And you'll have a time limit."

"What kind of tasks?"

"You know that girl that I brought in here?"

"Christi? The poor nude girl in chains? Yes ... Oh no ... you want me to have sex with her, don't you?"

I just nodded. Dora was pretty perceptive, herself.

"And a few other small tasks."

"How much time. You said they'd be timed tasks."

"Well, the time element is up to you, but I suspect that you'll want to make it as fast as you possibly can. You see, I'm going to be using this," I showed her the crop, "on Jane's bare breasts once every five minutes until you finish your tasks."

"Oh my God. You can't possibly expect me to agree to that."

"You have no choice. The alternative is that I could bring Jane in here, chained up, and whip her until you can't take her screams anymore. You'll gladly do as I ask."

"You bastard."

"I am a bastard. I know it. I've been called worse. Mostly by the women who didn't do as I asked."

She began to cry. She managed to choke out though her sobs, "What are the other tasks? Assuming that I agree to this insanity?"

"You'll find out as you continue. But if you are quick, only a couple of strokes will fall on Jane's breasts."

"Oh God. And you'll let us go afterwards?"

I nodded. I intended to keep my word. Just not let all of them go.

"All right. Untie me. I'll do it."

I leaned forward and gripped her bra. I snapped it back with all my strength, ripping it from her body. Her breasts fell into view.

"Can't I keep my underwear?"

"Dora ..."

She shut up as I slipped the scissors into her panties and cut them off.

"Now, before I untie you, I want you to feel something."

"What?"

Without warning I flicked the crop to kiss her bared breasts. A soft red line across the top of her breasts. She stifled a scream. Mostly from the surprise, I suspect. It wasn't a hard blow.

"Feel that?"

"Yes, you bastard. What was that for? It hurts like hell."

"That was a soft one. Across the top of your breasts. While you are eating Christi, keep in mind that every five minutes Jane is going to get one much harder than that. And it's not going to be across the tops. Can you imagine that pain, but harder across the nipples?"

"Oh God, you bastard. She'll die."

"Only if you are slow."

"I can't do it. Please just let us go. We never did anything to you. We've done everything you've asked. I'm begging you. Please don't do this."

"Shall I go put her in chains and bring her in here and make her scream for you, or would you rather just obey me?"

The tears fell steadily as she struggled with it. There was no easy way out.  She had to do as I asked. She moaned and nodded.

"I'll do it." Completely resigned. "Untie me."

I reached down and untied her wrist. Like her daughter, she was gutsy. As soon as her hand was free she made a swing at me. The blow caught me on the shoulder, just missing my throat where she was probably aiming. Without thinking I swung the crop at her, catching her across the thighs. She cried out and her free hand went to protect her thighs.

"Dora, that was really dumb," I moved away from her leaving the rest of her body tied to the chair. She was crying from the pain. From the futility.  From the frustration of it all. "You realize that I'm going to punish you for that." Rubbing my shoulder. She just looked at me through tear filled eyes.  "Three minutes."

"What?"

"One stroke to Jane's breasts every three minutes instead of five."

"No please. Hit me," she spread her free arm out from her body thrusting out her bare breasts. "Please don't take it out on her. It was me. I hit you.  Not Jane. Whip me. Please."

"Every three minutes. Are you ready to behave?"

Numbly she nodded. I reached down, a little more cautiously and released her other wrist. I made her untie her ankles which she had some trouble with but managed. I imagine that her hands were probably asleep from the long tight bondage. But she didn't complain.

After she had risen from her chair, I marched her to the concourse. Cuffing her hands behind her back as we walked. She gasped at the sight of her husband tied to the bench and her two daughters tied together in the middle of the aisle on the floor.

"Please don't make me do this. God." She just stared at the scene with disbelieving eyes.

"Lay back," I ran my finger through her vaginal lips. Still wet.

She whispered to me as she lay back, "Please don't do this."

"You've been through worse."

"I know, but it's going to be unsatisfying from a woman."

"I hear they make the best lovers."

I motioned Dora to come forward. She padded to Christi, lying back with her chained ankles as far apart as they would go. Her knees spread wide as instructed.

"Kneel."

Dora fell to her knees between Christi's legs still quietly crying. She looked into Christi's eyes.

"You don't want to do this either do you?" she asked quietly.

Christi just shook her head.

"He's going to torture my daughter until you come. Please hurry."

Christi's eyes widened, but I suspect that the admission didn't surprise her.

I walked to the bound daughters. I whispered to Jane, "You ready for your punishment?"

"I don't know what I'm being punished for, but I guess."

I began to loosen the ropes holding her to her nude sister. Soon she was free and she climbed shakily to her bare feet.

I whispered to her, as she was being freed.

"You remember how you said that I could whip you? Your breasts if I wanted?"

"Oh God. That was before I felt it."

"I'm going to punish you by hitting you with this crop. You are going to stand still and take it."

"Oh God I can't. You have no idea how much that is going to hurt."

"I'm going to lay one across both breasts once every three minutes until your mother finishes her tasks. It was going to be once every five minutes, but she took a swing at me so I lowered it to three."

"Thanks, Mom," she muttered under her breath.

"I want you to count out loud every time I hit you. I want your mother to know how quickly she's going. If you forget to count, I lay one across Elaine's breasts as well."

"Oh God. Can't we do something else?"

"Like? Maybe you'd rather try your tongue on your mother? Elaine again? Your father?"

"You are a bastard. Alright hit my boobs. But please tie me down. I can't stand still. Not through that. And gag me? Please?"

I decided that she might look good tied down to receive the whipping. I walked her over to a clothing rack and had her throw the gowns to the carpet. I made her drag the chrome rack out into the concourse in front of her father. I used rope to tie her wrists apart to the top of the rack. Her ankles to the bottom. Her breasts thrust out towards the crop.

I left them in position and returned to my adult toys. Selected a new red rubber ball gag and showed it to Jane. "You think this will keep you quiet?" Having second thoughts about the gag, and maybe even the bondage, she shook her head. I pinched her nipple and she obediently opened her mouth. I carefully wedged the ball behind her perfect teeth and buckled it behind her head. She moaned through the gag but just waited quietly.

At the last moment, I decided to increase the stakes. I picked up some cord and wrapped it around Jane's body, wrapping the base of each breast tightly to make it jut forward. Jane squirmed uncomfortably as this was done.  She no doubt realized that this was going to magnify the pain, as her
breasts began to throb from the ropes without so much as a touch from the crop. She tried to say something around the ball, "Nagh paut ough eel". I was pretty sure she meant "Not part of the deal" but I chose to interpret it a bit differently.

"Tighter?"

She desperately shook her head. Tears already forming in her eyes. She hung her head in defeat, silently accepting the extra humiliation.

I called over to Dora, "When you hear the first blow, you can begin."

"Please don't do this. You'll kill her."

"Depends how long you take." I brought the crop down in a hard arc cracking it across the top of Jane's bare and bound breasts.

I heard the scream right through the gag. She convulsed, trying desperately to free her hands, her legs. Anything to protect those sensitive mounds of flesh. To get out from under the crop. Her world exploded in pain. She shook her body against the ropes, bruising her wrists, crying uncontrollably. Even
through the gag I could make out, "No more." Dave had closed his eyes again. Not being able to bear his daughter's pain. I let him, for now.

Dora just whispered to Christi, "Please hurry." She practically dove between Christi's spread legs. I could hear the urgency of her tongue and her moans as she worked. I checked my watch. I watched as Christi brought her hands to her own bare breasts and began massaging them.  Anything to speed up the process. No privacy. No pride left in either woman.  Moaning and pressing herself against the other woman.

Three minutes. I brought the crop up from below in a sharp stroke hitting the bottom of Jane's bound breasts. Again she screamed. Her breathing ragged. Almost pulling her arms out of their sockets trying to get free.  Dave moaned. Even Elaine cried out. I wasn't hitting her hard enough to break the skin. I was extremely careful of that. I wanted her breasts intact after this. However, I was giving her a good strong stroke. Enough to cause a lot of pain. Especially with her breasts bound as they were.

I vaguely heard Christi moaning over the struggles and cries of Jane. One woman in ecstasy amongst so much pain. I heard Elaine praying over and over, "Please hurry. Please hurry."

At the six minute mark, I raised the crop. Jane's eyes pleaded with me as she braced for the blow. I brought the crop down just north of her nipples. Grazing the aureole. She screamed again into the gag and began pulling against the bonds before falling into moaning quietly into the ball and crying.  "No more. Please." I could easily make it out through the gag.

Soon after the sound of the crop hitting Jane again, I heard Christi give a loud moan and I turned to watch as the naked woman between her legs furiously brought her to what looked like a damn fine orgasm. Christi's body lifted off the ground as her muscles convulsed. Dora continued her work making sure that Christi finished.

After a minute, Christi's bare body relaxed, and her head fell to the side. She moaning and murmured just load enough for me to hear, "Enough, I came. God did I come." Her breathing ragged.

Dora raised her head from between Christi's legs and looked back at me. "Thank God. Can we stop this now?"

"Oh my God, what do you want me to do. Please. Please stop hitting my daughter."

"I think your husband could use a blow job."

"Good God. Okay. But please stop hitting her."

"I want you to suck him, and when he comes, I want you to take it all into your mouth. But don't spit it out. Don't swallow it. Just wait until your next instruction."

"Haven't I done enough? Please."

I raised the crop and in fear she scrambled forward on her knees to her husband. He was shaking his head. Frightened that he wouldn't be able to perform. He knew the consequences of not performing. His daughters bare breasts jutting out in front of him.

Dora quickly took her husbands penis in her mouth. A little awkwardly with her hands bound behind her, but she managed it. Not surprisingly, Dave was almost instantly hard. I watched her head bobbing up and down, desperately trying to satisfy her husband for me.

This time I announced it. "Nine minutes."

I heard Dora groan around the penis in her mouth. I raised the crop. Jane turned pale and shook her head violently, pulling against the restraints like a demon. This time I brought the crop up from below, striking her bound breasts just underneath the nipples. Jane wailed into her gag, trying to find breath. She shook her head, trying to ease the pain in her breasts. Eventually just shaking and crying into the gag.

A minute later, I saw Dave begin to tighten. Dora's eyes widened as Dave thrust as best he could into her waiting mouth. I could see Dora choking on the orgasm, sperm filling and over filling her mouth. Dripping down her chin. When her husband had finally finished, Dora lifted her head, mouth closed to keep the semen in and just looked at me. Task accomplished.  "What now?" her eyes asked.

I looked at the haggard woman on her knees, her husbands sperm in her mouth.

"Crawl over to Elaine and give her the sperm. In her mouth. I want you to French kiss your daughter. I want her to swallow every drop."

Dora's eyes widened again. She shook her head. Didn't move.

I just looked at my watch.

"If you spit it out, or swallow it, I'll make you do it again."

Twelve minutes.

With Dora watching me, I raised the crop and aimed carefully at Jane's nipples. Jane's eyes were pleading with her mother. I could see it through the tears. "Please, just do it."

I brought the crop down hard on Jane's nipples causing her to pull at her ropes. I was sure that she was going to dislocate something. Her scream, even through the gag, hurt my ears. Her sobbing racked her body.

I heard Elaine from the floor behind Jane, "Please Mom, I know what you have to do. Please just do as he says for Jane. I'll drink it. Please."

Resigned, Dora got to her feet somehow and walked over to her older daughter. She knelt down beside her. Wrists still manacled behind her. I left Jane for a moment to see this. She bent down, and placed her lips against Elaine's.  I watched the internal struggle. So hard. Elaine opened her lips under Dora.
With an act of will, Dora opened her mouth and kissed her daughter, exchanging the fluid that she'd kept in her mouth. I watched as Elaine grimaced and worked her throat muscles. She swallowed everything that Dora transferred. Gagging.

Finally, Dora raised her head from her daughter's kiss.

"Is there anything else?" she asked, exhausted.

I shook my head.

"You bastard, I hope you rot in hell for this."

"You just earned Jane another stroke. And just so you know what happened, I'm going to take the gag out so you can hear her scream."

I walked over to Jane and unbuckled the ball gag behind her head. I had to pull it a bit to unwedge it from her teeth, but it eventually popped out.

Jane groaned. "Goddamn, my boobs. My poor boobs. They. Hurt. Like. Hell. I can't take anymore. Please. I'll pass out. I'll do anything. Just not on the boobs again. Please, she didn't mean it."

"Oh God. Please no. She can't take anymore," Dora wailed from her kneeling position beside Elaine. "Hit me. Please. Hit me instead. Anywhere you want.  I said it. Not her. Please."

I wandered over to Dora.

"Maybe I'll hit both of you."

Tears welled up in Dora's eyes. "Please leave her alone. She's just a girl.  I said it. Punish me. Please."

"Alright. I'll hit you instead. But not on the breasts. On the pussy."

Her eyes widened. I guess she never figured that anyone would consider hitting a woman there.

Jane wailed from the rack, "God no. I'll take another one on the boobs. Don't do that to her. Please."

"No. I'll take it. How do you want me?"

"On your back. Put your feet up around your ears like you are about to have sex."

"Oh God," she said as she rolled into the revealing position.

"Spread your legs a little more." She did.

I left her like that for a moment and returned to Jane. I ran my fingers over her swollen breasts. She tried to shy away but couldn't move very far because of the ropes. Her breasts were hot and sensitive. I touched her between her legs. Damp. Very damp. Not sure, but the whipping may have turned her on. She was crying in her bonds, her face hot with shame.  She knew that I knew that she was turned on.

"Please don't hit Mom on her pussy. Do you have any idea how much that will hurt? I'm already hurt. Hit me instead. I can take it. One more if you have to hit someone. Please."

I looked into Jane's eyes and saw raw fear of another stroke to her breasts but she was determined to protect her mother, no matter how much it hurt.

"Sorry, Jane. Not this time. I'll go easy on her."

"You are a bastard."

"I know."

I walked back to Dora.

"Beg."

"What?"

"Beg me to hit you."

"You have to be joking."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"I can't."

"You've spread yourself out for me. Beg me to hit you."

"I can't."

"Would you like two?"

"Good god. Please. Just do it."

"Alright." I walked over to Elaine and brought the crop down fairly lightly across the top of her bare breasts. Elaine, unprepared, cried out and pulled against the ropes. Tears jumped into Elaine's eyes again.

"Please don't hit her again. Alright. I'll beg. Dammit. I'll beg. I'll beg you to hit me."

I walked over to the naked woman and waited.

She gulped down her pride and began, "Please hit me. I deserve a thrashing.  Hit me. Hit my pussy. Hit my pussy with that goddamn crop. Whip me. Beat me. You bastard. Just hit me and get it over with. Make me scream."

Without warning I brought the crop down right between her vaginal lips. Her world exploded in incredible agony. Her mouth opened and emitted a soundless scream. Her body collapsing from the pain, curling up into a ball. Her twitching hands still handcuffed behind her trying in vain to reach the
throbbing pain between her legs. Sobbing. Cursing. The pain like a living thing.

"Thank me."

She managed to choke out a, "Fuck you."

Christi, crawling as fast as she could came and cradled the sobbing woman. Comforting her. Whispering in her ear, "Please, I can't take watching this anymore. Thank him and this can all be over."

The sobbing woman faced me, tears still running down her face. Managed to choke out an apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to swear at you. It just hurts so much. Please don't hit me there again. Thank-you. Thank-you for correcting me. Thank-you for hitting my pussy like I asked. I deserved
it for telling you to rot in hell. Please don't hit me again. I'll be good.  I'll do whatever you want. I'll do Christi again. I'll do you. I'll crawl.  But not again. Please. Please."

Christi stroked her hair and calmed her. I nodded and crouched by the naked blonde. "I want you to tie Dora to Elaine. Same way I had Jane. Wrists to ankles." I reached to Christi's bare feet and removed the hobble.

She whispered, "Thank-you."

"For what?"

"I've hated that thing since you put it on me."

I smiled. "I know. I'm going to see if Jane likes it. Tie up Dora and come help me with Jane."

I watched for a moment as Christi explained to the still sobbing woman what she was going to do. Without any resistance at all, Dora climbed up on her elder daughter and allowed Christi to unlock her wrists and retie her in the humiliating position.

Meanwhile, I was removing the breast ropes from Jane. Then her ankles. I put the ankle chains on her. She winced as I came anywhere near her sore breasts.

"You don't need to do that," the girl said to me. "I promised to come with you, I will. I won't try and run."

"I know. I like it though."

"Figures."

I finally removed the wrist ropes which had dug into her skin. Probably would leave bruises. Immediately she moved her arms to cradle her sore and swollen breasts.

She just looked at me. "Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"

"Well, I can only imagine."

"I'll do anything to avoid that again. I thought I was going to die."

I checked the ropes on Dora were secure and went back into the store to pick up the adult toys. When I came out, I slipped one of the leather collars around Jane's throat. Dora, watching, just moaned.

"Please, whatever you do, please don't hurt my daughter anymore. I think you've hurt her enough for a lifetime."

A mother's concern. Touching.

Jane looked at me. "I thought you were going to let them go."

"They'll be let go soon. For now, I'm not going to be around to torment them.  Sounds like freedom to me."

"Be nice if you untied them."

"Perhaps you can earn their release later." That was the end of that.

I attached a leash to Jane's collar and wandered back to pick up some of the odds and ends lying about. Handcuffs and rope.

When I returned to the nude girls, I found them kneeling on the tile, offering up their wrists. Probably Christi's idea.

I slipped a pair of handcuffs on each of them loosely and had them get to their bare feet. Jane having a bit of trouble with the short hobble. Christi, for once, having no trouble at all. Her cuffed wrists hardly
even affected her. She was probably getting used to wearing them.

We moved towards the end of the mall; Jane, taking short steps. She turned around once, with a tear in her eye as she left her family for god knew what.

I opened her door, waking her. She mumbled something, and then snapped wide awake. Pulled at her cuffed wrists and moaned. I reached forward and released the connecting cuffs so she could move away from the steering wheel.

"Come on, Liz, out." She managed to climb out of the car stretched as much as her bound wrists and breasts would allow and automatically fell to her knees beside the car. "Arms up." She raised her cuffed hands. Her eyes on the new girl full of questions.

I motioned for Christi to remove the rope from her breasts. With some difficulty, with her own hands handcuffed, Christi struggled to remove the ropes from Liz's body.

As the blood flowed back into Liz's breasts, she gasped and then sighed as the omnipresent pressure against her breasts was suddenly released.

Liz looked up at me from her kneeling position and implored, "Can I ask a question?"

"Sure." I was in a good mood.

"You promise that you won't get mad? Put those ropes back on me?"

"Nope. No promises. But ask."

"Will you let Cathy go please? I'll stay. I'll be your hostage. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be good. I promise."

"Okay."

The stunned girl just knelt there, not believing her ears.

"Really?"

"Seriously."

I leaned into the car and popped the trunk. I walked around back of the BMW and lifted the naked woman out of the trunk. She squinted in the sudden bright light.

"You've done everything I've asked. I'll send your friend back to the frozen state she was in when we met. Okay?"

Liz sighed. "Oh thank-you."

I placed the bound, confused naked woman into the BMW and concentrated on collapsing the time field around it. Before our eyes, the car and Catherine disappeared. Back to its original position. Back on the highway. Minus Liz, of course.

"Okay. Now our ride is gone. I guess we walk."

I systematically removed the cuffs from all their wrists and placed them on their hands and knees.

Christi hated crawling. "Please not crawling again. My knees are killing me."

Not in the mood for talking, I just ignored them and let them crawl along the roadway like I was walking three pets.

Neither Jane or Liz had had to crawl for me yet, but they quickly discovered why Christi didn't like it. Their free swinging breasts as they moved.  The humiliating position. The complete humiliation of having to move on their hands and knees, naked while their clothed captor walked comfortably
behind. I watched their bare bodies move in the unusual motion. The rough pavement against their palms and knees. I kept my eye on Jane who had the added discomfort of crawling with the ankle restraints restricting the amount she  could move her legs.

I knew that there was a hotel a little down the road. I wanted to get some sleep. It had been a long day.

It took about two hours for the girls to crawl to the hotel. It took a while with them on their hands and knees, but I forced them all to crawl, complaining the whole way, up to the penthouse suite via the fire stairs.

I broke the lock on the doors and forced them open. A older man and a young woman were sitting on a couch watching television. It felt a little odd to be leading three young women crawling into the suite, naked. I'm sure it seemed odder to Jane, Christi and Elizabeth.

I ordered them to their feet. They all stood up and rubbed their sore knees and palms. Christi, knowing how long I could have had them on their knees, whispered a word of thanks in my direction.

Ignoring the couple in the main room, I wandered through the place with the girls. Looked like a nice enough place. The bathroom was huge. I took the women into the bathroom. I knelt down and removed the ankle cuffs from Jane. Now they were all standing waiting for orders. Nude.

"I want you all into that shower." I reached in and turned on the cold tap.

Even if it was cold, the women gladly piled into the shower. Shivering but glad of being able to clean themselves. After all they'd been through I wasn't surprised.

"I want you to wash each other while I deal with our 'guests'. You are not to get out, until I return for you. And no hot water."

They collectively groaned, but they knew better than to complain.

The three girls began the process of getting clean. Rubbing the dirt out of their hair. Rubbing the dirt out of their knees and palms. Shivering in the cold spray.

I wandered out to the main room. I lifted my gun and aimed it at the young woman. I released her from the time block. She came awake and immediately noticed me with the gun sitting across from her.

"What the ...?"

"Hello."

"Hello. What do you want. Dad? What have you done with him?"

"I'll ask the questions. Who are you?"

Eyeing the gun. "I'm Amy Trotman."

"That your father?"

"Please what do you want?"

"Is that your father?" I leveled the gun at her face.

"Yes. Yes. Calm down. He's on a business trip and he brought me with him. Can't you put the gun down?"

"Okay, here's the deal. You do exactly what I say, and you won't get hurt."

"Yes. I'll do anything you want."

I tossed a pair of handcuffs at her feet. "Put them on."

"Why?"

I waved the gun at her. She hurriedly picked up the restraints and struggled to put them on. "Come here."

She struggled off the couch and approached me.

I held the gun to her head and unfroze the father.

"What the hell?" As he spied me holding his handcuffed daughter. Gun to her head. "Where'd you come from? What do you want?"

"I want you to get up. Quietly and leave the room."

I'd set up a slow time field just outside the suite. He'd fall into it as he left the suite. He wouldn't be aware of his surroundings. Only able to move a millimeter a day or so.

"Be calm. I'll do what you say. Just don't hurt Amy. Okay?"

I nodded. "Just get out."

He walked out the door and slipped into a really slow moving time.

"What have you done to him?" Amy asked.

"He's fine. Just really really slow."

I released Amy and she stood still, hands cuffed in front of her. I looked her over. She was a nice looking girl. Brunette. Nice figure. Looked like she was about college age.

"What do you want from me?" I could see her eyes darting around looking for a weapon.

"Actually, I just want a place to stay the night. And I don't want to be disturbed."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I want you to lie down on the floor."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. On your front."

The handcuffs having served their purpose could be taken off. I reached down and removed them from the shaking girl.

"Hands behind your back."

"Please. I won't cause you trouble. I'll behave. You don't have to tie me up."

"Hands."

She reluctantly moved her hands behind her back. I quickly lashed her wrists together. Then I reached back and tied her ankles. I completed the rope job by bending her feet back and connecting her hands to her ankles with another piece of rope. She tested the bonds, really couldn't move.

"Please don't leave me like this. It's very uncomfortable."

If I wasn't so tired, I might have laughed. She didn't know what uncomfortable was. I pressed my finger to my lips. "I don't want to gag you, but I can keep you quiet if necessary. Okay?"

She nodded and let out a quick, "But ...",

I ignored her and walked back to the bathroom. I turned off the cold water and ordered the women out. They, in a good mood, stepped out of the shower, shivering. I gave them one towel to share.

"Make yourselves presentable and meet me in the bedroom."

The women all grabbed at the one towel at once, I think Jane got it and I wandered out to the bedroom, ignoring them.

I stretched out on the bed and waited for them.

Jane wandered in first. She looked radiant in her nudity. Nipples hard. Probably from the freezing cold shower I had just forced them to take.

"You look wiped," she remarked.

"I am."

"Whipping me knock the wind out of you?"

"Something like that."

"Can I help with anything?"

I shook my head. At a loss, she just stood in the middle of the room quietly and waited. Hands at her sides. Nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. I just watched her discomfort through half opened eyes.

Liz wandered into the room next. Her hair was still dripping and she had goosebumps. Nipples hard as well.

"Jane?" I had my eyes closed.

"Uh-huh."

"Take some rope and tie up Liz on the floor beside the bed."

Liz just looked at me. "Please, I'll do anything you want. You don't need to tie me up."

I looked at her. "Liz, darling, I am going to sleep. The last thing I need is one of you girls to decide that you might like me with a knife in my chest. I know all of you would do anything to get away. Jane's good with knots. Let her tie you up. Okay?"

Liz resigned herself and held her hands behind her back. Jane lashed the woman's hands securely and had her lie on floor. Jane finished off by tying the poor woman's ankles and knees together, and running a piece of cord to the foot of the bed. Liz wasn't going anywhere.

Jane just looked at me. "You're going to make us sleep on the floor,  aren't you?"

"Sure. Got a problem with that?"

"I guess not. I told you that I'd do whatever you want. If that means sleeping on the floor, it's better than having my boobs tied and whipped."

Christi walked in and just heard the last sentence.

"Your not going to whip her again are you?"

I looked at her. "No, but I've noticed that you are the only one of the  three here who hasn't experienced a good breast beating."

She paled and her hands instinctively rose to cover her bare breasts.  "Please no. I haven't done anything." Her breathing was getting ragged.

"I know you haven't. But you are damn lucky I'm just too tired to do anything. Christi, I want you to tie up Jane. Tie her to Liz. Face to face."

"Please don't tie me up. I've been tied up enough for one day. I'll never sleep. Please. I'm so tired. You want us rested for tomorrow don't you?"

"Jane. You want a repeat of the breast thing? Christi bind her."

Jane swallowed and sank to the floor and quietly held her hands behind her back. Resigned to sleeping skin to skin with Liz. A complete stranger.

It took a while, but Christi finally managed to tie the two of them securely together. Their faces inches apart. Their bare bodies pressed together.

Christi crawled up onto the bed with me.

"I guess you have to tie me up. You ran out of women," she said mischievously.  She held out her wrists.

"I thought you hated being dominated."

"It's not all bad. I guess I'm getting used to it. And you are going to tie me up aren't you? Whether I like it or not?"

I reached down and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her bare ankles. I moved her hands in back of her, and snapped another pair on her wrists.

I lay back on the bed, too tired to even insist that she move to the floor.

"You can't sleep in those clothes."

I opened one eye. "Why not?"

"Not good for you."

"Lack of sleep isn't good for me."

"Come on. I've been naked in front of you for god knows how long. I've been forced to crawl. Humiliated. Helped you. Helped your victims. I've done stuff that any sane person would never have done. I'm not even asking to be let out of these damn cuffs, which is probably what I want most in the
world, but I can't stand to lie here and watch you sleep in your clothes. Take them off."

Sighing, I knew that I'd either have to punish her severely or listen to her to get her to shut up. I guess I could have gagged her. My mind was fuzzy with exhaustion. Maybe I'd been using the time control too much. It did take a toll on the wielder. Shaking my head, I reached up and stripped off my shirt. Soon, I was down to my underwear.

She smirked when she saw that I wasn't going to remove my underwear in front of her. "You're not shy are you? You made Jane strip in front of her father. Hell, you made her have sex in front of him. You even whipped her in front of him. Surely to don't care about modesty. When you return us, we'll
forget about you completely. What's the matter, small?"

I really should have punished her for that insolence. But I was just so damned tired I really didn't care. I sighed and removed my underwear and lay back down. Just to shut her up. Actually I wasn't shy. Just damn tired.

"Enough. Get some sleep, you have a long day ahead of you."

Christi was silent, but I heard her rustling around. Probably trying to get comfortable. She probably wasn't quite as tired as everyone else since she had probably gotten off the lightest in the punishment department and she had slept when I took Liz and Catherine and in the car.

I suddenly felt her breath down near my groin. I opened one eye and saw the back of her blonde head near me. I sighed as her soft lips engulfed me. After today, it was all I could do not to come as soon as she touched me.

She slowly, lovingly moved her head up and down, moving her tongue around, sucking slightly. Within seconds, I felt the heat rise in me. Images of Jane, naked, bound and screaming in front of her father. Christi making love to her own mother. Catherine whipping Liz. Kimberly alone in a hardware store. Breasts bound and clothespinned. I couldn't help myself. I climaxed, thrusting up into her mouth. Forcing her to take it into her throat. I felt her desperately swallowing my ejaculate. And when I
was done, she simply turned and looked at me. She gave me one of those perfect smiles, like a cat that just got the canary. I watched as she struggled against the cuffs and slowly worked her way off the bed to join her fellow captives on the floor.

I watched as the self-satisfied smile played around her lips. Some come still sitting daintily in the corner as she sat on the floor. I pointed to the corner of my mouth and watched her tongue snake out and daintily lick her lips clean.

She lay down beside the other girls, on the hard floor.

"Good night. Sleep well." she murmured.

"Good night, Christi." And I fell into an exhausted sleep.

I awoke, according to my watch, about fourteen hours later. A pleasant way to awake. I opened my eyes to a gorgeous blonde, straddling my body, slowly moving herself up and down, eyes closed, breathing hard, bare breasts heaving. The chains on her hands and ankles softly jingling.

The sensations rising from my groin. Her soft vagina caressing my penis. Her low moaning. In minutes I orgasmed in her. As I orgasmed she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Good morning sleepy head."

Groggily, I said "Good morning." She continued her movement, slowly bringing herself to her own orgasm, softly crying out and pulling against her bonds.

She crawled off me and worked her way up to lie with me. I gathered her in my arms and held her for a while. Not quite believing what had happened.  This gorgeous creature, naked and chained, voluntarily giving me sex.  And fantastic sex. I vaguely recalled her blow job, nothing expected in
return last night before I drifted off.

I heard a noise outside the bedroom. I perked my head up and glanced over the bed. The scissors were lying on the bedspread near the edge. And Jane was gone.

Christi noticed that I'd heard something and murmured in my ear, "It's Okay.  She's just off making us breakfast. Can't order room service. They didn't answer, and even if they did, I have absolutely nothing to wear to greet the guy in." She smiled.

"What's with the scissors?"

"Oh God." She paled. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to hurt her."

I was confused, but decided to hear her out. "No promises."

"Oh God. Alright. This is my fault. Really. If you are going to punish anyone, punish me okay? Jane and I woke up early. I think Liz is still asleep. Anyway, I was the only one that could move. We were really quiet, didn't want to wake you. Could just imagine what would happen if we did. Didn't even
wake Liz, though she is a pretty sound sleeper. We talked for about an hour, got to know each other. She's pretty smart, you know. We cried a bit, but eventually talked ourselves into thinking it was a good idea to make you breakfast. But, I didn't know where you put the keys to these things," she shook her wrists for emphasis. "The only thing we could do was to untie Jane since you only used rope on her. I struggled for about an hour with the knots. Damn these cuffs are inconvenient. Anyway, eventually we
got her free and that's when it all fell apart."

"What happened?"

"Please, you have to promise not to hurt her."

"What happened?"

Christi was nearly in tears now.

"Well, Jane got up and tried to find the keys to my cuffs. All she found was that pair of scissors. Then she got this look on her face and she picked them up and started to move towards you. I was crying, and she was looking at you, sleeping. It would have been so easy to end this all. Just one stab in
the right place. She knows about the Time thing, doesn't she?"

"She figured it out. Most of it anyway."

"Anyway, she just stood there for like five minutes. Looking at you with hate in her eyes. Then everything just drained out of her. She sort of went limp and she dropped the scissors there. She was crying. And then, without a word, she just padded out of here and the next thing I know, I'm hearing
breakfast sounds. I crawled up on the bed, but I couldn't get a hold of the scissors to move them. Then the rest you know. Please, I'm the one that untied her. I know I shouldn't have. Please, she stopped. You can understand. God, you tortured her family. She was only doing what anybody would do. But
she couldn't. Please."

I was silent for a time, letting Christi softly beg. I was concerned that I'd been so lax as to allow this to happen. The equations say that my death would just revert the timeline back to the last mark where I'd been alive ... but I really would prefer not to test it.

"Okay. I know your intentions were good. I'll let it slide this time for her. You, I'll figure out a suitable punishment for later."

Christi softly cried, her bare body shaking. She looked at me with her teary eyes and made a soft entreaty, "Okay, punish me, I deserve it. But please not on the breast. I don't think I could take that. I don't know how Jane survived that cropping. You know her breasts are still welted?"

I nodded.

At that moment, I watched the magnificent figure of Jane stride nude through the bedroom door carrying a tray. She smiled brightly, took note of Christi in my arms and brightly said, "Good morning. Though it's been morning for a hell of a long time." A reference to me having stopped the world in
the morning "yesterday". If she saw the tear streaks on Christi's face, she didn't make the connection. I suppose that she thought that it was unlikely that Christi would tell me about the scissors incident.

I decided to keep it Christi's and my secret for now. I'd just keep my eye on Jane, though if she didn't stab me when she had the perfect chance it was damn unlikely that she ever would.

Jane practically bounced into the room, evidently a lot more lively after a sleep. She lowered the room service tray over my body and gently pulled Christi out of my arms.

Without a word, Christi slid back to the floor and knelt quietly.

Jane took three bowls of cereal off the tray and put them on the floor. She then came back to the bed and curled up beside me. Her smile was infectious as she picked up a fork and began to feed me. I was in heaven. All thoughts of punishing this naked girl vanished as she fed me my breakfast. A
conglomeration of pancakes, scrambled eggs, juice, milk and toast. I could hear her stomach growling as she fed me, but she never once complained.

After I was done, she licked her fingers clean, took the tray off the bed and placed it to the side. She slipped to her knees beside Christi. God, they looked gorgeous. Two nude women, kneeling, waiting. One cuffed. The other simply holding her position, hands resting easily on her bare knees.

"Sir?"

"Jane?"

"Permission to release Liz so she will be able to eat her breakfast?"

I nodded. Jane, still on her knees, inched forward and began to untie the third female. Liz, groggily awakened, momentarily forgetting where she was. A startled scream on her lips as she opened her eyes to see Jane releasing her from her bonds. She struggled against the ropes while Jane shushed
her.

As she awakened, she calmed down and allowed Jane to release her.

Liz groaned. "Not a dream."

Liz was soon free and rubbing her wrists and ankles. Getting the circulation going into her limbs.

Jane looked up at me. "Christi too?"

I shook my head. Christi could stay in her chains for now.

"May we eat our breakfast now, please, sir?", Jane was in a particularly submissive mood this morning. Not sure why.

"Enjoy. And if Christi can't eat with the cuffs on, will one of you feed her?"

Liz moved to pick up the bowl from the floor. Jane just looked at her and grabbed her arm before she picked up the cereal. I heard Jane whisper, "Like this," to Liz.

Jane fell to her hands and knees and crawled over to the second bowl. She lowered her head and began to eat. Making quite a mess, but the submissive stance was just about driving me nuts. Tears began to fall from Liz's eyes, but she fell forward as well and began to eat the soggy cereal. Christi
made a good effort at it, but without the use of her hands to support her, ended up with most of the cereal on the floor.

After Jane had finished, she picked up Christi's bowl, had her kneel and tilted the bowl into Christi's mouth. Christi smiled gratefully, then leaned forward to lick up the spills off the floor.

I watched amazed as the women humiliated themselves for me, without me even asking them to. I couldn't believe this. Less than twenty-four hours ago, these women wouldn't have dreamt of eating breakfast off the floor while naked in front of some strange guy.

I scratched my head.

"What the hell got into you?"

Jane, from her knees, "I thought you would like that. That's all. I was only hoping that if we were a little more submissive that you wouldn't have to hurt us anymore."

"I liked it. And unless one of you does anything else dumb today, I guess it will be pretty hard to punish you ..."

Jane let her breath out. The humiliating display hadn't gone for naught.

to be continued.......