I dressed quickly.

Leaving the nude girls in the bedroom, I wandered out to the living room where I'd left Amy hog-tied the former evening. She was awake and livid.

"About time. What do you want from me?"

"Don't know yet."

"Will you please untie me?"

"I like you like that."

"Oh God. My arms are killing me. Can't you loosen the ropes at least?"

"Who are you?"

"Amy Trotman. I told you already. Who was that woman that wouldn't speak to me this morning."

Hmmmm. I guess Jane gets some cruelty points for ignoring the bound girl.

"That was Jane."

"Who the hell is that? And why was she naked?"

"I like my women naked. Clothing is relatively useless on a woman. Don't you think?"

"Please."

"Amy, we can do one of two things. You can stay tied up there until I decide I don't like it anymore. I can cut your clothes off you. Or, I can release you, you can strip for me, and I can re-tie you a bit more comfortably."

"Oh God. Please. You don't have to do this."

"I know. I want to do it."

"Why? What did I ever do to you?"

"Absolutely nothing. You were just in the wrong hotel room at the wrong time. And I want to see you naked. So which is it?"

"Please don't do this."

"You want me to choose? I like cutting clothes off helpless girls."

"Shit. Okay. Untie me. I'll take them off for you, you bastard."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'm gonna lose them one way or the other."

"Good girl. You are catching on quick."

"Bastard."

I placed the gun on the table and bent down. I quickly unwrapped the ropes holding her and she gasped as the circulation returned to her hands and feet. I gave her a second to uncramp her muscles while I settled into the couch. She stayed on the floor, her face a mask of pain as the circulation caused pins and needles to crawl across her skin.

Finally, I could tell the pain had diminished and I spoke to her, "Amy, get up."

"Please don't make me do this." But she rose to her feet.

"Continue."

Her small hands fumbled with her clothes. Dropped her blouse and pants at her feet and stood in front of me, somewhat defiantly in her bra and panties and ankle socks.

"Please don't make me take off the rest."

"Amy ... we can tie you down again and I'll take the rest off if you like."

She shook her head and used her toes to slowly pull her socks off. Her toe nails were painted and she had perfect feet. She looked up with pleading in her eyes as she stood barefoot in front of me. Seeing no compassion, she resigned herself and popped the front closing clasp of her bra. She let the
piece of cloth fall off behind her. Wanting to get it over with now, she quickly hooked the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them daintily. She raised her hands to try and cover her bare breasts and between her legs. I let her for now. She shifted her weight from bare foot to bare foot while I watched her.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Now what? You rape me?"

"I don't think so." I let her just stand there, nude. Awkward.

After a few more minutes. "What then? Please. This is so humiliating."

"I think I'll tie you up again. Come here. Lie across the coffee table."

"Please no. I'll do whatever you want. I stripped for you. You don't need to tie me up again. I won't run away. Please. I can't stand being tied.  I'll do anything you want. You want me? You want me to give you a blowjob? Fuck you? My-my aa-sss?"

"Amy ..."

"Please," she was crying now. Her shame and her fear apparent. Being hog-tied for hours was beginning to seem like the easy part to the poor naked woman.

"Amy, all I want right now is to tie you to this coffee table. Don't make me hurt you."

The naked woman stumbled over to the table and carefully lay down across it, face down.

"You know I want you face up."

"Why, so you can rape me?"

"No, my dear, so it is easier to hurt you."

"Oh God. Please don't hurt me. I won't let you tie me up."

"Amy, for every second that you don't let me tie you to that table will mean more pain. And I mean more pain."

A small voice came from the hallway, Jane's, "Amy, that's your name..., Amy, you have got to do what he says. Like it or not. God, I don't believe that I'm saying this. Amy, honey, if he says he is going to hurt you, he *is* going to hurt you. You'll only make it so much worse if you don't obey."

I shook my head. I would have to do something about that willful girl. I was positive that I told her to stay in the bedroom with Christi and Liz.

But her voice got through to Amy. The frightened nude girl slowly flipped over onto her back on the table and lay there, her breath coming in great gulps as the adrenaline flowed through her body.

I looked over at Jane. "Alright fancy lady. I was pretty sure that I told you to stay in the bedroom."

"I'm sorry, sir. I swear I am. The others were afraid to come out. But I felt bad for this girl. It was so hard to ignore her this morning, she was in such pain. And we could hear you in the back room having trouble with her.  I though I might be able to help. She's just frightened. Please. You don't have to hurt her. She'll do anything you tell her. Won't you, honey?"

The nude girl just looked up through her tears and nodded.

"I want to watch her being hurt. If she cooperates, then it doesn't have to be too much."

Amy moaned, "Please, sir. You don't have to hurt me. Please don't hurt me."

"Jane, as long as you are here, why don't you tie her?"

"Please no. I don't want to get involved."

"You are already involved. You are already in hot water for sneaking out here. You want to make it worse? Remember, every three minutes. You know I can do that again."

"Oh god, please never that again. My boobs still hurt."

She was already at my feet taking the rope that I held out.

She whispered to the frightened girl on the table, "Please, just do what he says. I don't want to do this, but you don't have any idea what he can make you do. I had to strip and have sex with my sister in front of my father.  Then he made my mother have sex with another woman while he timed it by
whipping my bound boobs."

I saw Amy's eyes flick to her father still visible outside the door.

"Oh God. He won't do that to me, will he."

I watched as Jane expertly wrapped the rope around Amy's wrists and ankles holding her securely to the coffee table.

"Honey, I don't have a clue what he'll do to you, but I can guarantee you won't like it. But, if you disobey, or hesitate, you'll regret it. Please, take it from someone who has seen it. Just do what he says."

"Jane, you want to hurt her?"

"Oh God, please don't make me do that. I don't get off on this stuff. I'd rather take another whipping than hurt her."

"Jane, it wasn't an option."

"Oh no. I've done everything you asked. I only came out to help."

"And now you are helping."

"No. I can't do it."

"Jane. We can go back to the mall you know. Elaine's breasts still are aching for the touch of the crop."

"You bastard. I can't hit another woman for you. Tie them up. Strip them. Even make love to them, if you absolutely have to. I can even fake that I'm enjoying it. But I can't torture another woman. Think what you are asking. I know how much it hurts. Unlike you, I have a conscience."

"All right, Jane. How about if I hurt you too? Where would you like to be tied up?"

"Please no."

"Jane, if you don't let me do this now, we will head back to the mall. I'm sure your mother would love to make love to everyone again while I whip you.  Only this time, maybe I'll get her to do the rounds twice."

"You bastard. How do you want me?"

"Still won't hit Amy to save your hide?"

"Do I still have the choice?"

"Nope. But I thought I'd ask anyway ..."

Resigned. "Where do you want to tie me? You can do anything you want to me, but I can't hit that poor girl. And please not back to the mall."

I led the shaking girl to the center of the room. I glanced down at Amy. She was pulling at the ropes holding her wide open on the coffee table. Softly crying.

"Hands up." Jane obediently raised her hands to waist level. I tied them together. Jane just shivered.

There were a few hanging plants in the suite; one of which I simply took down and placed on the floor. I ran the rope through the hook and placed Jane under it. I pulled her bound wrists above her head and tied the rope off by running the rope around Amy's waist. That way Amy would know just how
hard Jane was pulling while I hit her. Jane, standing there nude, knowing that she was about to be tortured, but still standing still, docile. I marveled at her self control. Wondered idly, if she had actually
orchestrated a punishment. I remembered her wet pussy after the breast beating at the mall. Maybe she got off on this stuff? I doubted it, but one never knew.  Perhaps, after her punishment I'd ask her.

I returned to the bedroom and retrieved an ankle spreader. Christi was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, still in her chains.

"We tried to stop her."

"I know. I have a task for you."

"Oh God, what?"

I smiled at her.

"Oh shit. You want me to have sex with them. Please no." She pursed her pretty lips.

"Yeah, Liz can hold down the fort." I took the handcuffs off Christi's ankles and quickly cuffed Liz to the foot of the bed. No complaints. I guess she preferred to stay quietly in the bedroom than participate. Didn't surprise me.

I practically had to drag Christi out to the living room. Her eyes registered no surprise at Jane and Amy. Naked and bound.

Christi just looked at Jane, "You didn't do something he asked, did you?"

Jane just miserably shook her head.

I knelt down and carefully spread apart Jane's legs and attached her bare ankles to the bar. She was spread open. I decided to make this harder on the bound girl and wrapped each breast in rope, squeezing the mounds until it looked uncomfortable. Jane had been in this position before.

"Oh God. Please not again. I'll hit her. I'll whip her if you want. Just don't hit my boobs. Oh God. Please. Mercy."

Ignoring the pleading woman, I motioned Christi to walk over. She did. She knew what I was going to ask before I had to open my mouth. She knelt in front of Jane whispering, "I don't want to do this."

I looked down at Christi, hands still bound behind her back. "I'm going to whip Jane's breasts. Once every three minutes until she comes. At that point I'll give her the option of begging to hit Amy. Understand?"

"Oh God. Jane, you have to hurry, okay? It's hard enough me having to lick another woman without her screaming. Honey?"

Jane just gulped and nodded.

Taking aim, I brought the crop down across Jane's bound right breast.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", she screamed. As the pain faded, she began to beg.
"Oh God. My boob. It's on fire. Please no more. I'll hit her. I'll do anything.  Just no more."

I watched as Christi raised up on her knees and pressed her face into the squirming, crying girl's pussy, trying to get her to orgasm and end this torture.

"Count." I said to Jane.

"Count? Ahhhh. God it hurts."

"Count. That was one."

"Oh God. You bastard. One."

I glanced at my watch. Jane realized that she had better begin thinking about getting to orgasm or she was going to get hit again. Through her sobs, she tried to concentrate on the tonguing from Christi, the nude blonde between her legs.

Three minutes.

I slashed the crop down across her left breast, just missing the nipple.

"Oh shit. Oooowwowowowowowowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Jesus Christ. Argh. Please. For pity's sake. Stop. You have no idea how much that hurts.  My boobs. You're tearing them apart. Argh. Bastard."

I hit her breasts again. Both of them. Almost immediately. She almost falling against the ropes, pulling Amy's body with the connecting rope making Amy cry out.

"AAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus Christ. God. Shit. Argh." Through her sobbing. "What happened to every three minutes. Ah Christ."

I just looked at her and raised it again to give her a third.

It dawned on her pretty face a little too late.

"Oh Christ. I'm sorry. Please I'm sorry. Two. Ahhhhhhhhh No Nargh. Two. I said two. Please stop. It hurts so much."

Her bound breasts were heaving with her exertions. Her bare feet practically leaving the floor with her struggles. Amy was struggling with the rope around her waist. Jane's bound wrists trying, in vain, to get her sore breasts away from their torment.

Once she remembered to count, I laid off her breasts and began counting off another three minutes. Christi still struggling to give Jane the stimulation she was going to need to stop this punishment.

Jane began to really try and concentrate through the sobbing and she looked like she was nearly at the climax that she so desperately needed when six minutes arrived and I brought the crop down right across both bare nipples.

"Ahhhhhhh. N-no. Bastard. I was almost there. Oh God. My nipples. God you almost tore them from my tits. Oh shit. Three. Three. You son-of-a-bitch. I wish I could show you how much this hurts. Fuck. Jesus. Please no more. I'll come for you. I'll crawl. I'll torture Amy's tits. I'll lick her all over. I'll do anything. Just no more."

Finally she began contracting and at about eight minutes and fifty seconds I watched as her muscles tightened and she crashed through an orgasm, crying out through her pain. Just as she was peaking,
it was nine minutes and I slashed the crop across the tops of her bare breasts causing her to scream again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Four. Christ Four. Oh God. I'm coming again. My tits. Oh God. My tits."

The last stroke seemed to put her into another orgasm or an extension of her first climax. No way to tell. She screamed. The nude blonde still with her face buried in Jane's pussy. Jane's body writhing in pain and orgasm. Finally, after what seemed forever, her body went limp, her bound bare feet
barely supporting her. Sobbing. Christi finally falling back on her heels, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, but not complaining.

Jane hanging in her bonds began to beg. I was completely surprised that she remembered that she still had to beg to be released. Perhaps it just came naturally to the naked woman after the breast torture.

"Oh my God. I'd forgotten how much that hurt. My boobs. I can't take anymore.  Please don't hit me again. Please. You've torn me apart. Please, untie me.  Please let me down. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hit my boobs again. Please. I'll do whatever you want to Amy. I swear it. I'll whip her.  Please let me hurt her. Please, I want to hurt her. I'll do it with my boobs tied. And my feet spread. Argh. You bastard. Please, just let me down."

While she babbled, I wandered over to the by now very scared Amy and released the waist rope. Jane collapsed in a heap as soon as she was robbed of the support to her wrists. Christi tried to move closer to the bound girl and comfort her but wasn't very effective with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Jane just lay her head against Christi's breast and sobbed. She couldn't seem to stop crying. Trying to hold her wounded breasts with her bound hands.

Amy looked up at me with fear as I sat on the couch waiting for Jane to finish crying. The girl bound to the coffee table looked up at me with tears in her eyes and spoke softly, "Please don't do that to me. I'll
do anything you want. You don't have to hurt me."

"Amy, I am not going to lie to you. I am going to get Jane to hurt you. Believe me, it will be better than if I do it."

"Oh God, but why? I haven't done anything. I've done everything you wanted." She was beginning to pull at the ropes holding her bare body to the table.

I nodded to her bound wrists. "I wouldn't pull against them if I were you. When Jane starts in on you, you are probably going to bruise them, but you don't need to start early."

"Please, don't hurt me."

"But Amy, I want to hurt you. I want to see you cry." My hand stole forward and idly stroked her helpless bare breast. She cringed at the touch.

"Oh God." Tears welling up.

Even Christi was crying still trying to comfort Jane.

"You ready?" I asked Amy.

"Please no."

I walked over to Jane and Christi, crouching down.

Jane looked up at me with bleary eyes, red from her weeping. "You bastard."  But her tears had nearly stopped.

I just looked at her. "You should know better. You always end up doing what I want in the end anyway. You ready?"

Jane held out her still bound wrists. I quickly untied them. Her hands fell immediately to her bare chest, cradling the bound breasts, trying to ease the hot pain that must still grip the sensitive mounds. I held out  the crop. I saw a brief flash in her eyes as she reached out to take it. Wishing she could hit me with it. In the most painful spot she could find.  Just once. But she didn't.

To her credit, she didn't even ask if I'd untie her breasts. They must have hurt like holy hell, but she knew that they were staying bound until I decided to remove the constricting ropes.

I retreated to the couch, and relaxed.

Jane finally managed to stop her crying and moved awkwardly on her knees to the opposite side of the coffee table. The spreader bar still holding her ankles wide apart. Christi just knelt quietly where she was.

"Please no. I'm straight. I have a boyfriend. Please don't make me do that."

"Christi ..."

"Oh God, please. My tongue aches. No more."

I just motioned her over. After the display with Jane's breasts, she wasn't about to argue. She resignedly crept forward on her bare knees and positioned herself between Amy's spread legs.

Amy started to beg again. "God. Please. I can't do this. I'm not good with pain. I'm not a lesbian. I can't. Please, God, I just can't."

I reached forward and grabbed her face by the cheeks and turned her head towards me.

"Amy, I want you to listen to me. I'm going to get Jane to hit you. Not as hard as I hit her. She'll go easy on you, unless I tell her to hit you really hard. I will only ask her to hit you really hard if you don't
look like you are trying. She is going to hit you once every two minutes until you climax. I have no idea what you are thinking. I really don't care.  Just try not to think that it's Christi using her tongue between your legs. Think of your boyfriend or something. Okay? Understand?"

Amy closed her eyes, resigning herself to this and nodded her head. I felt her head move a little with my hands which were holding her face.

"It's going to hurt, isn't it? Can I scream?"

Jane spoke up from her kneeling position beside Amy, "Amy, honey, you aren't going be able to stop yourself from screaming unless he's kind enough to gag you." She looked at me with pleading in her eyes. "Just try and recover from the blows quickly and concentrate. The faster you come, the faster
the pain stops. Okay?" She looked up at me. "You are such a cruel bastard."

Amy closed her eyes and moaned.

I spoke to Jane, giving her instructions, "Amy's new to this, and I'm not punishing her. I want to hear her cry, even scream occasionally. But don't kill her. I won't make you hit her with all your strength unless she disobeys. I'll reserve the rough stuff for when she's done something to deserve it.  Okay?"

Jane looked somewhat relieved that she didn't have to put all her effort into this. Maybe that made it easier on her.

"Ready, ladies?"

They all just groaned, and I nodded to Jane. I watched as she brought the evil crop up and swung it up in a wide arc bringing it down with a sharp twist at the end of the stroke to strike Amy just above the breasts near her collarbone. The sharp snap wasn't near as wicked as the sounds I would have made on her defenseless body, but Amy yelped in surprise. Then as the pain washed over her, she moaned loudly.

Christi bent to her task, a look of distaste on her face. Her tongue busy on the bound nude girl. Amy squirmed in her bonds, but I could see from her face that she wasn't trying very hard to concentrate on the sensations from her vagina.

I looked at Jane, her frightened eyes looking back at me. After a minute and a half I spoke to Jane. "Janey, Amy isn't trying very hard. Next one, put some snap into it. Across the nipples."

Amy wailed. "Oh God, please no. I'll try. I promise I'll try." She pretended to grind her hips.

Jane looked at me with a question in her eyes. But she knew better than to voice it. I just nodded.

"Two minutes."

"Oh God."

The cruel whip snapped down across both bare breasts, catching both nipples.  The breasts dancing crazily on her chest with the force of the blow.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. My tits. My nipples. Oh please God.  Not again. Not there. I'm a woman for chrissakes. My tits. You don't hit a woman there. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It hurts. Oh god, it hurts."

She pulled at her ropes, probably bruising her wrists and ankles as I'd predicted. Crying, now. But a little more anxious to try and orgasm. At this point, I don't think she'd care if it was a dog licking her
vagina.  As long as she was able to come and prevent more strokes from crashing down.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her body.

"Four minutes. Jane, the stomach."

"Oh God, you bastard. Please. Stop her from hitting me. I can't come like this. Oh God. Please." Jane let the crop fall, not as hard, across Amy's flat stomach, just a hair above Christi's bobbing head and industrious tongue. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, God. Please. I can't take it anymore. Please. It hurts so much. My tits. Oh my God." She was crying, tears falling unashamedly from her eyes. Begging. Struggling.

A red line appeared where the crop had kissed her stomach. Amy tried to focus through the pain on the sensations from Christi's tongue. I could tell she was having some serious problems, getting by the fact that it was another woman that was pleasuring her. Having trouble getting enough stimulation through the pain.

"Six minutes. The breasts."

"Oh God, not there again. It hurts so much." Jane closed her eyes, ignoring Amy's pleas, and brought the crop up hitting Amy's smallish breasts from below. "AHhhhhhhhh. No. Stop. Ahhhhh. Please no more. Christ. Shit.  Fucking bastard. Son-of-a-bitch. Argh."

Jane whispered at me. "Please have mercy on her. I know how much the crop on the breasts hurt. Let me hit her stomach. Her legs. Anything else."

Amy was just hanging in her bonds, trying to concentrate on the tongue between her legs. Probably trying to pretend it was her boyfriend. Crying.  Humiliated that she had to do this.

"Eight minutes. Your choice."

Jane closed her eyes and slashed another welt across Amy's thigh, right beside Christi's working head.

Amy screamed in pain, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. No. No. God. No more. It hurts. Why? Oh please let me go."

I watched as Jane looked pleadingly at me. She spoke, "Please, I can't do this. She's just a girl. You have no idea how much this thing hurts. She can't concentrate enough to come. You'll kill her. I'll be whipping her until she faints. Have some compassion. For God's sake let me help Christi, or something. Let her come quicker. Or let me hit her less often."

"Janey ..."

"All right. I'll keep hitting her. Oh God, by boobs hurt." Tears began to fill her eyes again.

"All right."

Jane looked up from her soft sobbing. "All right? All right what?"

"You can help Christi after the next one. But I was going to give you your choice again. If you want to help Christi, you'll have to hit her breasts again."

"Oh God."

Amy wailed. Jane whispered to the tortured girl. "I'm sorry Amy, but I can't do this to you much more. You have to come."

"Ten minutes."

Jane closed her eyes, bracing herself for the coming screams and slashed the crop across the poor girls nipples again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh my God. Nooooooooo. No more. Not my tits. Shit. Argh. Oh you bastard. Fuck. It hurts. Shit. It hurts so fucking much. No more. I'm begging you. I'll do anything for you. I'll crawl. You can tie me up forever. But please no more hitting. Oh God, my tits."

Jane dropped the crop on the table against Amy's bare body and leaned in close to the sobbing girl. She whispered to her, "Please, Amy, you have to concentrate. You have to orgasm."

She choked out around her sobs, "I can't concentrate. It hurts."

Jane leaned in and kissed the bound girl full on the mouth. I could vaguely see Jane force her tongue into Amy's mouth trying to gently touch her tongue. Amy closed her eyes and tried her damnedest to ignore the pain and and concentrate on the kiss and the sensations from between her spread thighs. I could see her face flushing, trying to turn the pain in her breasts into arousal. Jane continued to kiss the girl until I spoke, "Twelve minutes."

Jane, tears in her eyes, pulled away from Amy and picked back up the crop. Knowing what was expected she brought it down hard on the tops of Amy's sore breasts.

Amy screamed again as though she was being tortured, which I suppose she was.  "Argh. Oh you bastard. My tits are going to fall off. Oh God, it hurts. Please, mercy. I can't come like this. Fucker."

Jane's mouth cut her off again, as she resumed the kiss with the crying, shaking girl. I could see that Christi was tiring. I watched as Jane's hands stole gently, ever so gently to stroke Amy's bare nipples. Amy flinched, but in seconds was pushing her tormented chest into Jane's fingers as though
begging for more attention. I watched as Amy's body began to tense against the bonds. But, like Jane earlier, she had picked a bad time to get to orgasm.

"Fourteen minutes."

Jane again pulled away and I heard Christi groan. Amy fell back against the table, unable to maintain whatever fantasy she had fallen into without Jane's soft lips and teasing hands.

"You are such a bastard," Jane glared at me, "she was almost there."

The crop crashed down against the bottom of her breasts again.

"Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh God, please no more hitting. I'll come for you. I'll masturbate, I'll do anything. I can't concentrate through this pain. My tits HURT."

Jane leaned forward, whispering to the bound woman. "Come on Amy. Back where you were." Jane's hands playing with the tortured breasts. Christi renewing her tonguing efforts. All three softly sobbing. Amy trying her damnedest to concentrate. Her body tensing. I picked up the crop.

Sixteen minutes came and went, but I didn't announce it. Seconds after the sixteen minute mark, I watched as Amy's body finally tensed up against the bonds, pulling against them, her groan as the breath left her body and the pleasure of the climax washed over her, Jane still kissing her. Christi continuing to use her soft tongue. At what I judged to be just after the peak of her climax, I brought the crop down, lightly, against her abused nipples, catching nipples, and Jane's fingers in the process. I watched as she screamed and immediately tensed up again. Pulling hard against the bonds. Her breath was ragged as she fell back against the table, her heart hammering with the multiple orgasm. Her muscles relaxing, her head turning away from Jane's mouth. Moaning.

Jane slowly fell back on her knees cradling her own, still bound, breasts. And Christi raised her head and asked permission to stop her task. I nodded, and she groaned, "Thank God.", falling back on her heels. I watched her moving her tongue around in her mouth. It was actually quite attractive to
watch as she tried to work the circulation back into her tongue. Breathing hard. Bare breasts heaving after the marathon.

Amy looked up from her table. "Oh my God. I've never come that hard in my life. Christ my tits."

I lay back on the comfortable couch and waited patiently for the girls to recover.

Slowly their breathing returned to normal. The girls silent in with their own thoughts. Trying to make sense of what I'd just done to them. Amy was softly crying. The other two, a little more used to the abuse, just knelt quietly.

After letting Jane have time to recover, I moved to her side. Startled Amy, who I think may have been crying herself to sleep on the table.

I slowly released Jane's feet from the spreader bar and helped the aching girl to her feet. She was a bit unsteady on her feet as I walked her back to the bedroom.

Liz, still chained on the floor, looked up and her eyes widened as she watched me helping Jane, her bare breasts still bound, into the room. Jane wincing at the pain each step transmitted to her bound breasts.

Liz spoke up. "What the hell did you do to her? She looks like she's been through the war. I thought you were killing them."

I spoke to Liz, "I just played with her." Jane grunted at this. "Seriously, she didn't obey, I had to punish her."

"Good God. Why?"

"Jane?" She looked up through bleary eyes. "Jane, if I asked you to whip Liz, would you?"

She began to cry, but nodded.

I saw a really frightened look cross Liz's face, but I ignored that for now.

"Jane, beg to whip Liz."

"Please don't make me hit her, too. Haven't you made me do enough?"

"Jane."

"Please no more. My boobs are on fire. I can't take anymore."

"Beg."

"Oh God." She fell to her knees. "All right. I can't take anymore. Please let me hit Liz. Please make me whip her tits. Make me hurt her. I'll use the crop. The paddle. Whatever you want. I'll tie her down. Whip her until she passes out. Oh God. Please don't make me do it."

I gently placed my hand under Jane's arm and guided her off her knees and to the bed.

"Jane lay back on the bed. Spread eagled."

Comprehension dawned on her face. She looked at me, still in tears.

"I don't have to hit Liz?"

"No, Jane. I just wanted to hear you beg. I wanted to frighten Liz. And I wanted to make sure that you learned your lesson. You really would have hit her, if I demanded it?"

She suddenly looked impish. "You may have had to hit me again, but yes, I would have." A smile played around her mouth for the first time since she'd wandered out of the room without permission.

"You are a willful girl."

"That's why you took me isn't it?"

She looked magnificent, spreading herself out. Breasts bound tightly. I began to work on securing her to the bed. Ropes running from her slender wrists and ankles and attaching to the bed posts.

"You figure it out. I'll be back in a minute."

I slipped off the bed and released the handcuff from the bedpost holding Liz's right hand. I had her rise to her bare feet and snapped the cuff around her other wrist behind her back. She whimpered but allowed the bondage. Like she had a choice.

As I slowly walked Liz out to where the other girls were quietly talking in the living room, she whispered a quick word of thanks for not making Jane hurt her. She surprised me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as I deposited her in an easy chair facing Christi, still kneeling on her heels and Amy still bound to the table.

I quickly checked Amy's body for lasting marks. She quietly suffered my probes and tracing of the crop marks.

"You okay?"

Amy just looked up at me. "My tits still hurt like hell, but, yeah, I'll live."

"You comfortable enough?"

"I'd be more comfortable if you untied me."

I laughed. "Amy, sweetheart, I'll tell you this right now. You are going to remain tied up no matter what for a while. But, if you would prefer, I can tie you in a more comfortable position, if something is cramping or something."

Amy pulled at her bound wrists and ankles. They were secure, but they weren't really tight like the hog-tie I had originally had her in. She knew what tight was. This wasn't causing her any circulation discomfort.

"If I gotta be tied up anyway, this is comfortable enough. Can I have a cushion for my head?"

I reached for a throw pillow. I gently put my hand under her head and raised it for her, lowering it carefully onto the pillow.

"Thank-you," she murmured.

I began to walk back down the hall to the bedroom, when I heard Christi's small voice.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the bedroom. I have to talk to Jane."

"Talk, huh?"

Though her voice was light enough, I thought I detected a note of jealousy in it as well.

"Christi, I am going back to talk to her. I need to find out some things."

It was pretty clear from the blonde's face that she was pretty sure that I was going back to have sex with Jane. But it was interesting that she was jealous.

"You girls behave out here. You can talk, but keep it down. I don't want to hear you. Gets noisy enough and I'll gag you all."

Christi said in a soft voice, "Don't hurt her, okay, she's had enough.  Please?"

I leaned down to Christi, the only one of the bound women that had any influence over things at all, kissed her tenderly on the cheek and whispered in her ear. "I'll leave her alone. Promise. Okay?"

For some reason, Christi just began crying again, but nodded her head.

I rose and walked back to the waiting girl in the bedroom.

On the bed, Jane twisted her head and watched as I walked into the room and sat down on the bed beside her.

She spoke first.

"You aren't going to hurt me anymore are you? Please?"

I shook my head.

"Can you take off the ropes on my boobs? They're killing me."

I traced my finger down her squeezed breasts and she flinched at the touch. She moaned and pulled weakly against her ankle restraints.

"Are you sure you want them off?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Jane." I just looked at her. She turned her face away as far as the ropes would let her.

"You know. Don't you?" she finally asked after a moment of silence.

"Know what?"

"Oh God. You are going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"Know what, Jane?"

"The pain."

"What about it?"

"You felt my crotch the first time you whipped me. You know, you bastard. It turns me on. Goddammit," she whispered fiercely.

I watched as her eyes began to fill with tears. They slowly overflowed her lids as she turned her face toward me. Openly crying. I reached forward and carefully wiped the tears away, she couldn't do it on her own with her wrists bound as they were.

"It turns you on?"

"Yeah. My mind hates it. It hurts like hell. But. But. But. My body ..."

She began to cry again. I let her.

Still breathing raggedly, she continued.

"You've taken everyone. I don't have anyone else to talk to. You probably don't care about how I'm feeling. Do you?"

"I care. In a different sort of way."

"You know. All my life I've been a strong woman. I've been a feminist. A good Catholic. Equal opportunity. Straight A's. All that shit. Calm. Helped all my friends when they started having sex. A fucking rock. Jane the rock.  Then you fall into my life. Being everything I hate. Torture my family.
Sexually abuse me. For no better reason than your own pleasure. And you physically torture me. Whip my boobs. Force me to do things that no sane person would ever do. I swear in a former life I would kill you. I have  no clothes. No dignity. No control. You can make me crawl like I'm an animal. And, goddammit, its turning me on. My head hates it. My body betrays me. Everytime you abuse me. Degrade me. Humiliate me. I feel it. Between my legs. My nipples. Tingling. Demanding attention. Just talking to you now is doing it. And I hate myself for it."

"Jane."

"Don't Jane me. I'm lying here, roped to a bed, my boobs tied up. Aching from your crop. And part of me is saying, disobey him so he'll hit you more. Do you have any idea how confusing all this is? How hard this is emotionally?"

She began to weep quietly.

I moved off the bed and sat in one of the bedroom chairs and silently waited for her to finish.

"I don't even know your name."

Her question surprised me. Why should she care who I was?

"No you don't," I said to her softly.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? How are you controlling the world? Why me? A million questions. I know you don't have to answer them. I'm just a dumb slave now."

"Janey. You are one hell of a strong woman and hardly dumb. You know that?"

"Maybe I'm just being belligerent so you'll beat me again. How will even I ever know?" Tears began to fall silently from her eyes again. I couldn't believe anyone, least of all this petite girl, had so many tears in her. She was really upset. And not entirely with me this time.

"Okay. Jane. I could tell you my name and my background but it doesn't matter.  This whole experience doesn't matter. When all this ends, you'll remember nothing. When I restart the world, you'll fall back into that mall, with your family, your loved ones, continue looking for pretty clothes and you
won't remember a thing about this. Not the torture of your family. Not your sexual abuse. Not being tied to this bed talking your heart out. Nothing. It didn't happen. I'll remember it, but if I ever see you again after this, walking down the street, yeah, I'll think to myself how much fun *I* had, but you'll be completely oblivious why I'm staring at you. Or if you notice, you'll just think, another male pig ..."

She sniffled. "What if I want to remember too?"

"Sorry, babe. Equations don't lie. Can't."

"I feel so helpless. So powerless. I just have to do what you say. Like it or not. You so rarely care what one of us thinks or wants."

"You are helpless and powerless. I've seen to that. It's part of your life until I decide to restart things."

She thought about that before continuing.

"I may not have any power. I may have to do dirty and humiliating things for you. But I'm still Jane inside. You may have my body under your control. And you might be able to make me feel weird things with how you treat me; but you'll never break me completely, you know ..."

I nodded. "I'm counting on it. Why do you think I made you come with me?"

I walked forward to the bed and sat down beside her again.

"I know your mind is in a whirl but it will settle down. I promise."

"I know what good your promises are." She smiled up at me weakly.

I began to slowly release her bound breasts. She gasped at the sudden inrush of blood to her sore parts. Tears sprang to her eyes everytime I touched a welt.

"I hate it. Feel me. Feel between my legs." I reached down. She was sopping wet. "I can feel the tingling. Insistent. Everytime you hurt me. But I hate it. The pain. The degradation. It hurts dammit. Why does my body react to it?"

"May as well ask why I like hurting you. Our bodies function in strange ways, Janey. You should know that."

"And that climax. I've never had a climax like that. Not even ... not even when I'm by myself. And I know what and where I want. My God, I thought I was going to pass out with you beating me and Christi sucking me. After all that pain, my boobs aching, the crop, the sounds of myself screaming,
that climax was the most wonderful feeling. God. It almost made it worthwhile."

"Jane. You are only seventeen. You haven't had time to find out what you like. You would have found out eventually. You still might after you return."

She began to cry again. She managed to choke out, "I'm only seventeen. I'm just a girl. I don't want this to be happening to me."

She began to pull against the bonds. But only half-heartedly. I had finished releasing her breasts from the ropes. She sighed.

I bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then one on each swollen breast.  She just continued to cry, naked and bound on the bed. I sat down in the chair and watched her cry herself out and slowly her breathing became more regular and her eyes closed. I guess she'd been through a lot already
today. It isn't every day that you discover, to your horror, that you are a masochist. Soon she was pulling weakly against the bonds in her sleep. I watched her sleep for a while, thinking. Finally I rose from the chair, kissed her soft cheek again and left my willful one in peace, quietly closing the door behind me.

I walked back into the living room. As they heard me approach, the women stopped whatever they were talking about.

"Talking about me?"

Liz spoke up. "No, sir."

"What were you talking about?"

"Just our former lives. Our dreams. That sort of thing."

"Someday, I'd love to hear them too. But not right now. We have places to go. People to see. Ropes to tie."

Christi groaned. "What are you going to make us do now? Suck off the Dallas Cowboys?"

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Any more sarcasm out of your pretty mouth and that might be exactly what you are doing."

Her face grew white as she realized that I probably could make them all do just that and she shuddered.

"I'm sorry. Truly I am."

"That's OK. It's just been a long day already." I looked at Amy, bound to the coffee table. "Probably longer for you, but who's counting?"

I bent down beside the table and began to loosen the ropes that held her ankles to the table. Jane tied good knots. Took me a while to work them free. While I worked on the knots I turned to Christi.

"Remember in your mother's office?"

"How the hell could I forget?"

"Remember how I promised you something?"

"I remembered, but I was sure that you had forgotten ... and I wasn't about to bring it up ..."

"You still feel the same way."

Shy. "Yes." Head down. Eye's downcast.

I finally released Amy's right foot. She shook her free leg and wiggled her toes. Happy to not be bound anymore. Not even a hint of a kick. I began working on her left ankle.

"Tell you what, where do you think you could find two women that you want to play with?"

"I don't know, the mall?"

Amy's left leg was free of the rope and she kicked her legs up into the air playfully. I moved around to her wrists. I could see small bruises forming already where she had pulled at the ropes holding her wrists. I kissed her wrists at the rope and began to unwind the lashing.

"We've been to the mall. Somewhere else ..."

"Well, I've always fantasized about the outdoors ..."

"Pick up two girls at the mall, take them to the park or something?"

"If you'll let me."

"Oh, this I want to see. If you are serious."

Shortly Amy's hands were free of the table, and she sat up, rubbing her wrists.

I spoke to Amy. "Sorry, but your freedom is going to be short lived. Hands behind you."

She pouted, but knew better than to argue. She meekly put her wrists behind her back where I slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her, ratchetting them secure, but not tight.

I looked over at Liz, sitting quietly in the chair.

"Liz, babe. Christi and Amy and I are going to head out. You have your choice.  You can sit here. I'll tie your ankles to the chair, and leave your wrists cuffed. Or you can come with us."

Liz looked at me shrewdly. "I think I'll stay here if you let me. But you don't have to tie me up. I won't go anywhere."

"I want to tie you up. I won't make it tight. Don't disturb Jane, she's sleeping in the other room. If she wakes up and calls out, reassure her that I'll be coming back to free you and her. We might be gone a while though."

I began to wrap the soft rope around her ankles holding her to the chair. Soon she was lashed to the chair, she pulled against the bonds, but wasn't able to move her feet. She sat quietly.

Liz looked up at me as I rose.

"Can a girl ask for something, sir? Without you punishing her?"

"What is it?"

"Well, if you are going to be gone for any length of time, it would get very boring just sitting here tied to this chair."

"Uh-huh."

"And I know that it doesn't matter to you whether I'm bored or not, and I can understand that. I'm just a slave. But if you aren't particularly interested in my boredom, perhaps you could put a movie on the
television for me, or something. With the volume low? Maybe some music? Please?"

"You wouldn't like the movies that I have with me."

"Whatever it is, it would be better than being bored. Please?"

I rummaged through the pack and pulled out the softer bondage porn and slipped it into the VCR. I set the VCR to rewind and continuous play the tape, flicked on the television and waited for the credits to end. First scene had a very scantily clad woman tied to a chair. The shot panned out and I watched her struggle with her gag and ropes for a minute before pulling Christi and Amy to their bare feet.

I released Christi's hands from behind her back and re-cuffed them in front of her.

"I think you know you don't have to cuff me at all."

By now, I would have felt safe sleeping with her free. However she looked so attractive wearing the things I just had to keep her in them.

Amy pulled at her cuffs, probably hoping that I'd remember her and change her hands to be in front as well. But she still hadn't earned that privilege.

I guided both girls out the door and into the hotel hallway. I watched Amy's face as she passed her father. She shuddered a bit, but realized that things could have been worse. She had heard the story about Jane having to strip and have sex in front of her father.

Christi turned to me, a smile playing on her lips and asked, oh so innocently,  "We're allowed to walk?"

I just looked at her. The cheeky devil.

"Any more cracks outta you and I'll have you crawling and Amy holding the leash."

Christi smiled and continued walking towards the stairs, purposely exaggerating the sway of her hips. Making sure that I got flashes of between her legs.

She seemed happy to be out of the suite. I guess I had had them all cooped up and bound for a long time.

Amy walked slowly beside me, her bare feet scuffing at the carpet. She smiled a bit watching Christi almost dance up ahead. Almost happy.

Hard to believe that the girls actually found something to be happy about after all I put them through. The human spirit will always amaze me.

As we passed into the stairwell, Christi broke into a run, pounding her bare feet down the stairs, laughing, calling up to me and Amy to catch her if we could. So easy to run away. A day ago, she wouldn't have dared. A day ago, I wouldn't have let her.

We found her at the bottom of the stairwell, breathing hard. Trying to catch her breath. Laughingly, she berated us, "Told. You. You. Couldn't.  Catch. Me."

Amy was a bit more sober. But she was probably still getting used to the idea that I could have her completely naked, handcuffed and walk around the stopped world without getting caught. She was probably still a little self-conscious of her nudity.

We walked out through the opulent lobby and onto the street. I recognized the area we were in. I must have been tired yesterday.

I stopped Christi and spoke to her, "How about a pair of lawyers?"

"Lawyers?"

"Yeah, we're in the financial district. I'm sure we can find a pair of good looking lawyers around here for you to have."

She thought about it. If she had to have women, lawyers should be a lot of fun. Strong willed. Well educated. Probably would absolutely hate being put into that situation. Perfect.

"Okay. Where?"

We found a high-rise with a number of law firms stenciled into the directory.

"Either one of you want to ask the guard?" I pointed to the big burly type guy standing frozen by the elevators.

They both shook their heads. We found the fire stairs easily enough. Christi was fairly dancing with excitement. I was beginning to think that she was telling the truth about wanting to do this.

We reached the twenty-second floor and walked through the various offices. Mostly male lawyers. Suits.

Finally we happened across an office with a female lawyer. She was pretty. Tall and thin. Christi immediately wanted to try her, "She'll do. She should be able to take us to another one. Can't I have a guy as well? Please?"

I just shook my head. I had no real interest in seeing some guy dominated and humiliated. Not my cup of tea. I suppose I could have let her do it without me. I could've had my own fun with Amy. But then what carrot could I dangle in front of her when I needed her to do something particularly distasteful?

Resigned, she asked, "So now what?"

"Maybe you should let me take her, get her tied up, or handcuffed and then let you take over. You aren't very menacing the way you are and I ain't about to let you wear any clothing now."

"Oh. What will you let me do to her?"

"Here's the plan. I'll take her. You and Amy, I'll chain up in the other room, for a minute to keep you out of the way. If she sees you two naked and chained the way you are, she'll be a lot harder to handle. When I get her under control, I'm going to bring you and Amy in. I'll just sit and watch and you can do just about anything you like to her. I'll stop you if you get out of control."

"I can hurt her?"

"All you like."

"Seriously?"

"If it gets dangerous, I'll stop you."

"Okay."

I led Amy and Christi out into another office, with some male lawyer in it. I quickly cuffed Amy and Christi to his desk and walked out and back to the original office. They settled onto the floor and sat quietly waiting.

I closed the door and sat in an easy chair. I pointed the gun at Ms. Lawyer's pretty face and released her from the time block. She yelped when she saw me.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

A by now familiar refrain. "Thin air, lady." I decided to have some fun at her expense. "Hands up."

"What do you want? How did you get in here?" as she raised her hands.

"I can only answer one question at a time. What do I want? I want you to put on these handcuffs," I tossed them on the desk in front of her. "How did I get in here? I walked."

She was getting frightened, but resisted putting on the cuffs. Most of the women seem to realize that they become much more vulnerable if their hands are locked together.

"Why do you want me to put them on?"

"Lady, I don't have time for this." I let a shot off into the ceiling. I was going to have to reload the thing soon.

The loud noise really scared her and she involuntarily covered her ears.

"Please don't hurt me."

"Cuffs."

She hurriedly picked up the handcuffs and locked one side onto her right wrist.

"In front of me?"

I nodded. Front was fine for now. Christi could change it if she wanted. I watched as she closed her eyes and snapped the other side closed against the desk.

"OK. Up. We need to go for a walk."

She rose and little unsteadily, using her cuffed hands to pull herself out of her leather chair.

"Where are we going? You won't get away with this you know. There's security in the building. That gunshot would have been heard."

Thinking about the frozen guard in the lobby, I almost laughed.

"Just come on lady. What was your name?"

"Janet."

"Come on, Janet. What other female lawyers are there around this area?"

Bewildered, "Why do you want to know about other female lawyers?" She was glancing around seeing all the people frozen, realizing that the world had gone awful quiet and that she was probably on her own. Not quite comprehending the situation, but realizing it was bad.

"Company."

"Oh. What kind of lawyer you want."

"Someone who takes care of herself. Attractive."

"You are going to rape us aren't you?"

"Nope. That I will promise you. I won't even hurt you unless you don't cooperate. Another lawyer?"

"There's Lynn Dermett. She works out. Or there's Susan Li."

"Lynn sounds fine. She a friend of yours?"

"We do lunch sometimes. She's up two floor in financial."

I jammed the gun in her ribs and she gasped. She led the way, pointing with her shackled hands until we reached a set of internal stairs.

We climbed up two flights and Janet led me directly to an office with the name Lynn Dermett stenciled on the name plate. She was currently frozen writing something on a pad. I closed the door and jammed the gun against Janet's temple.

"Wh-what have you done to her?" Janet was shaking in fear.

"Nothing. She's just frozen. Watch."

Lynn suddenly jumped to life.

"You are controlling it." Janet hissed.

Lynn looked up from her work to see her handcuffed friend with a gun to her head.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

"Thin air," I was having a sense of deja vue.

"What do you want? Put that gun down before you hurt someone."

I tossed another pair of handcuffs on Lynn's desk.

"Put them on before I have to hurt Janet here."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, I'll start making new holes in Janet. And if that doesn't work, I'll start making new holes in you. When you die, I'll just find someone who doesn't ask as many questions."

Janet spoke up, a little shakily, "Lynn, do what he says. It's loaded. I have a bullet in my office ceiling."

"God." She began to put on the cuffs, same as Janet.

"Good. I knew you lawyers were smart."

"You won't get away with this."

I ignored her and slowly moved Janet to an office chair. I removed her handcuffs.

"Hands back, behind the chair."

"Let me go. Please."

I wrapped her crossed wrists with rope and tied it off. Quickly crossed and tied her ankles together as well. At gunpoint, I moved Lynn away from her leather chair and forced her to lie face down on the carpet. Removing her handcuffs I had her put her hands behind her back where I lashed them together. I lashed her ankles and knees and let her struggle with the ropes on the floor while I went to retrieve the other women.

When I arrived in the office next to Janet's, I released their cuffs. I recuffed Amy's hands behind her, to a little protest. I removed Christi's cuffs completely.

Christi asked, "You have her?"

"Yup and another. The other office is bigger."

I led the two nude ladies up to Lynn's office, watching their bare bodies as they climbed the internal stairs barefoot in front of me. I'd never tire of seeing these women walking in front of me nude.

I stopped them outside the office door.

"You sure you want to do this?"

Christi swallowed heavily. "It isn't permanent?"

"Nope. If you like, I can return them to their desks as soon as you are finished."

"Okay. I'd like to try."

I handed her the crop. "You know where everything else is."

"Too well. Probably better than you do."

I walked into the room first pulling Amy along a little unwillingly. Christi followed me into the office.

to be continued.......