I picked up each girl. They were surprisingly light and positioned them, face down facing Ashley on the floor. Lisa was quietly crying and trying to say something behind her gag. Frustrated. Evelyn lay there sullenly.  Trying to work the gag out with her tongue, but failing.

I walked back to where Ashley stood bound to the railing. She'd ceased  her struggling and crying. I began to talk to her.

"How are you doing Ashley?"

"A bit scared."

"Did that light tap hurt?"

"Oh God. You have no idea."

I smiled. I didn't but Jane probably did.

"Ashley, we are going to have a little contest. Okay?"

"What kind of contest? Please just let us go?"

"See Evelyn and Lisa? All bare and hog-tied?"

"Yes. Please don't hurt them."

"We are going to have a race. They are going to try and reach here.  You."

"They can't move."

"Admittedly, it will be a challenge. They are going to have some trouble.  The race ends when one of them reaches your foot and kisses it."

"Why are you doing this?"

Jane spoke up from her floor at her feet. "Because he can. And he is just going to love seeing those poor women struggling against those ropes."

I nodded. "Because I can. And they are going to look beautiful trying to get to your feet."

"Oh God."

"Aren't you even interested in the prize?"

"A prize?"

"Yeah, the winner of the race gets to whip the loser, on her breasts, five times."

"Oh God. You are sick. They won't even try."

"You're right. Normally, why would anyone try to win such a race. I anticipated that. So I figured that I would provide a distraction. Double edged sword, so to speak. You won't have to concentrate on your friends. And they will have incentive to make the race go faster."

"Please."

"Aren't you even curious what I'm going to do?"

"Not really. You are going to do it whether I like it or not."

I nodded. "But I'm going to tell you anyway. Evelyn and Lisa should hear what their task is." I watched as Evelyn fought against the ropes holding her body. "I am going to hit you with the crop, once every five minutes."

Ashley closed her eyes. "Oh please not that. Anything. I can't take that kind of pain. I'll do anything. I'll have sex with you. I'll crawl for you. Anything. Just not pain."

"Once every five minutes. But you get to choose where. On the breasts, on the tummy, or on the thighs. Your choice. In order to be given the choice, you have to remember to count the strokes. Okay? If you forget, then I pick. And I happen to like the breasts." I traced a finger down her right breast. "I'm assuming that you care whether you get it here or not."

"Oh please. Anything. I'll do anything."

I could hear the protests through the gags from Evelyn and Lisa.

Jane looked up at me, "Please, you'll kill her. The way they are tied it will take them an hour to work their way over. Give her more time, she can't take that. Once every ten minutes. Please."

"Jane, I don't remember asking you for your opinion."

"Oh God. I'm sorry, sir. I'll be quiet. Please." I heard her jaw snap shut.  I guess she wasn't ready for another punishment.

"Where?" I asked Ashley.

"What?" the naked girl was shaking in her ropes.

"Where would you like the first one?"

"Please no. Don't make me choose where to hit me. Just hit me if you have to."

Without warning, I brought the crop down across the tops of her breasts.

She screamed out in pain and terror. "Ahhhhhhhh. Shit. Ahhhhh. Christ that hurts. Please no more. Evelyn hurry. Oh God. Please."

Jane looked up and me and then at the sobbing girl above her. "Count," she hissed to Ashley.

"Too late," I said calmly, while giving Jane a dirty look. She looked down quickly.

"Oh no. Please. No more on my tits. It hurts so much. Please. One. You've hit me once. On the tits. Please let me choose. My thighs. Oh God. Please on my thighs."

"You didn't want to choose last time."

"Please."

"Remember to count next time then."

"Oh God."

I glanced at the women on the floor. Evelyn was trying to stay on her stomach.  Trying to move her bound body as fast as she could. Moving her shoulders, inching her bare body along the tile. Bare breasts pressed into the floor under her body. Using her knees and shoulders alternating to try and move her body. Struggling and straining at the ropes that held her. Yelling through the gag. Lisa hadn't gotten the coordination that was required to move yet. She hadn't moved very far at all. But I could see her watching Evelyn, trying to move in a similar way.

Five minutes passed, Evelyn had maybe moved a foot or so. And they were only 5 or 6 feet away. I could see Evelyn trying to breathe around the gag through her nose. Sweat was already forming on her brow as she struggled.

I took aim with the crop and brought it down nastily right across Ashley's bare nipples.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. God. Christ. Bastard. Oh my God.  My nipples. My tits. Oh Christ. Shit. Ahhhhhhh. Argh. Please no more.  Please.  God. Two. Oh God. That was only two." Through her pain, she did manage to remember to count. I guess she had some incentive.

A red line was forming across the front of her shaking breasts connecting the nipples. She hung in her ropes for a few minutes just sobbing. Jane at her feet grimacing. The naked women on the floor trying their best to inch their way painfully towards the sobbing woman.

Five more minutes passed. Listening and watching the grunting ladies on the floor. They perhaps made it another foot or so. But I could tell, even after only ten minutes of struggling that they were tiring. Their muscles held in such an odd position, forced to move, struggling, straining against the ropes.

"Where?"

"Oh please, god. Stop hitting me. Mercy. It hurts so much. They are moving. They're trying. You don't have to hit me. Oh God. Please."

"Where? Last chance."

"Oh, you bastard. On the thighs. Please don't hit me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Noooooo.  God. You bastard. Christ." She just struggled to breathe for a second.  "Argh. Oh good Christ. My legs. Three. Fuck. Three."

She collapsed sobbing.

I sat up on the railing that Ashley was bound to, watching the struggling of the women. Evelyn had worked out a rhythm where she was able to move a little faster. She was very hot, I wandered over to her and wiped her brow. She just glared at me and continue struggling with the ropes and the gag.  Inching her way across the tiles. I wandered over to Lisa and whispered in her ear.

"You realize that if you don't catch up, and quick, I'm going to be forcing Evelyn to whip your tits?"

Momentary panic and Lisa began to redouble her efforts. She'd seen the pain that the whip was inflicting on Ashley.

I watched for another five minutes.

"Where?"

"Oh God. I can't take another one."

"Ashley."

"Shit. Okay, you son-of-a-whore. The thighs again."

I brought the crop down, extra hard, aiming to hit her in the same place. I thought that she was going to break the railing with her straining.  Her mouth opened in a silent scream. She finally caught her breath and incomprehensible words emerged.

"G-G-G Nooooooo Argh. Farg. Shit. My legs. You are going to kill me. Good Christ. My legs. Oh my God. It hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Please no more. I can't take it. I'll do anything you want. I'll torture Evelyn. I'll crawl for you. I'll fuck you. Anything. Just stop hitting me. Oh my God."

She began to sob.

Jane, from the floor at Ashley's feet hissed, "Count dammit."

Ashley's head snapped up. "Oh my God. Please no. Three. Four. That's four.  Oh God. Please don't hit me again. Please let me choose. Oh my God. Please. Not my tits again."

I didn't tell her this time, but she wasn't in time. If it was long enough to be reminded then she forgot to count.

By this time, Evelyn had managed to inch and struggle her way to within a foot or so of Ashley's right foot. I watched as the bound woman struggled.  Watched her face as she twisted her wrists trying to reach the knots that Jane had so expertly tied. Jane had since scrambled out of the way, so that the nude woman might have an easier time reaching her target. Lisa was a bit behind.

Five minutes and Evelyn was within an inch or so of Ashley's foot.  Ashley was straining against her bonds, trying to get her foot closer to Evelyn.  Evelyn, stretching her throat out as far as she could reach. One lousy inch.

I brought the crop down just above Ashley's nipples.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. Oh my God. Five. Dammit. Five. My tits. Oh my God. Evelyn. Please. God. He's tearing me apart. He's going to ruin my tits. It hurts so much. I'm going to die. Please no more. Whoever you are.  I'll fuck you. You can kill me. Please stop hitting me. Good God. It hurts.  Please. Please. Pleeease."

I watched as Evelyn struggled. Forcing her tired muscles to inch her bare bound body just that one little inch closer. The two women trying to get the touch required to stop the torture. Crying. Finally, at about the three minute mark, Ashley had stopped struggling enough to move her right foot closer to Evelyn's head and managed to just touch Evelyn's gag with her toe.

"Oh God. Please. No more. I touched her. The race is done. Please. We've done your sick game. Let us go. Please."

Evelyn was resting. Her body heaving. Trying to get enough air around the cruel gag. She rolled over on her side, her bare breasts heaving with the effort. Ashley sobbing.

I let the girls rest for a few minutes.

After I'd let them rest for five minutes, I had Jane untie Evelyn. She unfolded her bare body from the hog-tie and sat rubbing her wrists, elbows and ankles. Where the pressure from the ropes would have been the greatest.

She automatically went to remove the gag. I let her.

"You fucking bastard. I'll kill you." She got unsteadily to her nyloned feet and began moving towards me. Jane immediately got to her feet and grabbed the woman's arm. I heard her hiss in her ear.

"What are you going to do? Hit him? What the heck will that accomplish?  If he even lets you, you wouldn't believe the punishment. He'll tie you up again. Force me to hit your tits, while he punishes Ashley or Lisa for your anger. I know you're angry, honey, but it won't do any good.  How I've wished I could cause him half the pain he's put me through. He probably wouldn't get off on it as much if he ever felt it. Please. For me. I don't want to torture you. Just do whatever he wants. For Ashley. And Lisa. Come on."

The anger just fled at Jane's words. I watched as her face fell and she collapsed back on the floor. Her nylons tearing as she fell to her knees.  Holding her face in her hands. Beaten.

I let her cry for a while. Letting her muscles uncramp so that she could effectively claim her prize. Finally, she looked up and with hate in her eyes spoke, "You are such a fucking bastard."

"I know. Are you ready to claim your prize?"

The nude kneeling woman was confused. "Huh?"

"You get to whip the loser's tits. Five times. Remember?"

"Oh good Christ. You can't expect me to do that."

"Would you rather have Lisa whip your tits?"

She considered it. "I can't hit her."

I looked at Lisa. "Do you want to claim the prize instead? Evelyn did win. She can give you the prize."

Lisa wildly shook her head.

Seeing her friends fear, Evelyn relented. "All right, you cocksucking bastard.  I'll hit her for you."

"I want you to know how much pain you are causing your friend."

"What?"

"Stand up."

"Good Christ. Why?" She unsteadily got to her feet.

"Stand still. Hands at your sides."

"Wha .... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck. My tits. You fucking bastard. Oh God that hurts."

I had brought the crop down on her unprotected breasts without warning. Her hands immediately up to protect her sensitive mounds from another blow. Trying to comfort the breasts. She fell heavily to her knees again, sobbing.

"Oh my God. You bastard. You have no concept of the pain. I can't do that to Lisa. She'll die."

"Ashley didn't die. And for every minute that you procrastinate, I add another stroke. If you don't do it, Ashley will. She was willing to fuck me to make it stop."

"You are an animal. You know that?" she held out her hand for the crop.

As I handed her the instrument, she just stared at it. Gauging whether she could use it against me. In the end, she glared at me with that hate in her eyes and shuffled over to Lisa.

"I'm sorry, honey. If I don't do this now, it will be so much worse later.  It hurts. You are going to think you are in hell. But you'll survive. Maybe he'll let us go afterwards. Okay? Are you ready?"

I could see the tears falling down Lisa's cheeks, but she nodded in resignation. I watched as Evelyn rolled Lisa over onto her side. The hog-tie still holding her securely.

Evelyn closed her eyes and let the first blow fall, a hard one across the left breast. Lisa began making tortured noises behind the gag. Screaming into the rubber. Evelyn held her breath and let four more fall in rapid succession. Two on each breast, carefully avoiding the nipple. However, she didn't hold back the blows. I daresay that they were probably harder than what I would have administered.

"That's enough," as Evelyn raised the crop again. She probably had just lost track. Evelyn dropped the crop and immediately tried to comfort her bound friend.

Lisa was crying and choking with the pain. Moaning in her bonds. I walked forward and quickly released the gag. I didn't want her to choke.  With that much crying, I'd be surprised if she could even breathe through her nose. That ball was seriously hampering her breathing.

"Oh God. Evelyn. Christ. My tits. They are in so much pain. I've never felt anything that hurt that much. And I broke my arm in second grade.  Oh my. God."

Evelyn was stroking her hair. Calling me names under her breath.

Understandable. I let the women cry it out. I wandered over to Jane and sat behind her. Letting her lean back into me. Arms around her. Jane was quietly shaking, crying with the other women.

Finally, I got up and retrieved a set of handcuffs that had been discarded on the floor. I tossed them to Jane, who immediately began to wrap them around her own wrists.

"No Jane. Not you." The girl looked confused. I almost laughed. She was so used to being in chains, she had just assumed that I meant for her to chain herself. "Put them on Evelyn. Behind her back."

The nude brunette got up and approached Evelyn.

"Please no. No more bonds. God, haven't I done enough?" But she resignedly placed her hands behind her back, letting go of Lisa who was still sobbing uncontrollably. Jane slipped the handcuffs onto Evelyn and snapped them shut around her wrists. Evelyn pulled idly at them. Waiting.

"Jane. Release Lisa."

"When did your last slave die?"

I actually smiled at that.

But Jane knelt quickly and began releasing the ropes wrapping Lisa's hands and ankles. She was far better at releasing the knots she tied than I was.  Lisa's hands and feet were actually turning a bit blue; I was guessing that the ropes had been a little tighter than I'd intended. Time to get them off the helpless girl.

Lisa, finally freed, pulled her cramped arms in front of her and continued to cry. Holding her marked breasts. And rocking. I let her be for a few minutes.

Finally, I got up and approached Lisa and Evelyn. I crouched down to be at the same level as they.

"Lisa?" She just looked up at me through her tear filled eyes. Not even aware of her nudity any longer. She sat there, legs haphazard. Presenting a fine view of her bare body. "Your breasts must be starting to feel a little better.  Right?" She nodded. But the tears kept flowing. Maybe it wasn't completely the pain that had her crying.

"You hurt me," she managed to choke out, accusingly.

"Actually, Evelyn did."

Evelyn gasped, but Lisa was the one to speak.

"You bastard. Semantics. And you know it. *You* hurt me," she sent herself into another round of sobs. Still cradling her sore breasts.

"Okay. I hurt you."

She sniffled. But the admission seemed to help. She gradually stopped crying. Like a child, this one.

"Lisa, I need you to do something else for me."

"Dammit, leave her alone." Evelyn's voice rang out from behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jane raise her finger to her lips, shushing Evelyn.

"W-w-i-i-ll it hurt?" Lisa asked softly.

"You may not like it, but it shouldn't hurt. I promise." I was trying to be as soothing as I could.

"What do you want me to do? Will you let us go after I've done it?" I noticed the use of the word 'after' not 'if'.

"Lisa, I'll leave you and your friends alone, if you cooperate with this last thing. Okay?"

"What is it?" she asked me.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"God. You want me to have sex? With a woman?"

"Have you ever before?"

"Please no. I've barely even had sex with men."

"So you've never even considered it? Making love to another woman?"

"Considered it? I-I-I ... hasn't everyone? Y-y-yes. I've considered it," she was too frightened to even lie to me. Maybe it's what she thought I wanted to hear.

"Can't you just leave her alone. Hasn't she suffered enough?" Evelyn just couldn't keep quiet anymore.

I whirled on Evelyn.

"I've had just about enough of you." She shrunk back in fright. "If I have to gag you to make you shut up, I will. Jane warned you."

"Oh God. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Not the gag."

I motioned to Jane to get the gag that was previously in Lisa's mouth, lying on the floor where I had dropped it after I was worried about Lisa's breathing.  Jane, also frightened by my quick change of mood scrambled to get the gag.  She moved to Evelyn and tried to get it into Evelyn's mouth. Evelyn, of course, resisted. Not having the patience, I reached forward and grasped her right nipple, she tried to twist her body away, but Jane surprised me by holding the naked woman. Evelyn struggled against Jane's hands but with her own handcuffed behind her, couldn't get any leverage. I twisted the nipple hard, watching Evelyn's face contort as she tried not to scream.   Knowing that the hated ball would be pushed into her mouth as soon as she  opened it to scream. I gave her nipple one more pinch and a twist, just about ripping the nubbin of flesh from her breast. She opened her mouth, unable to hold back the scream. Her wrists struggling with the cuffs behind her.  The ball popped behind her teeth before she could let loose with the scream.  Jane had it buckled behind her head before any more noise could emerge from her mouth. The scream muffled behind the rubber.

Evelyn just knelt there, fuming and trying to scream and yell through the gag. Working to get it out of her mouth with her tongue. I released her sore nipple and gently turned back to Lisa.

"Now, where were we?"

The frightened girl, was crying gently again. I leaned forward and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Wh-whether I was a lesbian or not. Please don't hurt me anymore. God, Evelyn."

"Evelyn will be fine. She's just got to learn a bit of obedience is all."

"God, you make it sound like we're dogs, just needing training. My God. That's all we are to you. Aren't we? Just naked, pretty pets," she was starting to get hysterical on me.

"Lisa."

Jane crawled forward and looked at me. I just nodded. Jane crawled over to the shaking girl and gathered her into her arms. Stroking her, ironically, like petting a dog. Lisa began to stop her shaking. Jane whispering into her ear. Calming her.

"Lisa. Sweetheart. You have to calm down. He's not going to hurt you anymore."

"But he's going to make me have sex with a woman."

"I know. Honey. I've had to do it too. With my own sister. It's better than being cropped. Trust me. Okay?"

"I don't know if I can do that."

"You have to. Pretend it's your boyfriend or something. That's what I do when he makes me do it. It won't kill you. Okay?" Still stroking her hair.

"But it's so humiliating."

"I know. But so is being naked. And you've got over that, haven't you?"

"But ..."

"Shhhh. It's alright. You'll be all right. He won't hurt you anymore.  Just do what he wants and then you can forget about it. All right?"

Lisa just nodded, the tears silently tracing down her cheeks. Her bare breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing.

Jane just looked at me and I gave her one of those I'm-impressed-I-thought-she-
was-going-to-fall-apart-on-me looks. I doubt very much if Jane particularly cared whether I was uncomfortable or not. But I don't think she could stand watching the poor woman suffer any longer. And she knew the ropes, so to speak.

Lisa visibly composed herself and looked at me.

"You okay?" Dumb question.

"As okay as anyone in my position, I guess. Please let us go."

I considered it for a minute, but I just had to see her making love to another woman.

"Lisa, last thing. Okay? And then I'll let you go. Promise."

"Promise?"

"Promise." As good as my promises were these days.

"Who?"

I was confused for a second, and then realized that she wanted to know who she was going to have to have sex with.

"Evelyn." Evelyn began to really struggle with her bonds upon hearing this.  Trying to speak behind her gag.

"Please don't make me do this. I'm straight. I'm not sure I can do it with her. Please."

I ignored Lisa's pleas for now and turned to Jane.

"Janey, can you do me a favour?"

"I'd love to," came back the sarcastic reply. I just looked at her and pointed at the crop. "No. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be sarcastic.  Honestly. What can a slave slut do for her master? Please?" She fell automatically to her knees. The begging automatically falling from her lips.

Her words surprised me, the words 'slut' and 'master' rolling off her tongue so easily. She was a smart one. Completely melted my anger. She knew just how far to push me, and then how to get herself out of it if she overstepped. Normally, I was pretty understanding of the girls. I couldn't imagine what they were going through. Had to give them some leeway if I expected them to cooperate with me. Realizing that she was manipulating me with her submissiveness, I swore to myself that I would give her a punishment to remind her of her status. But that could wait for later.

"Jane." The naked girl smiled sweetly at me knowing that she had gotten away with something. I guess in her position, she didn't have much. Any little victory would feel good. I'd have to convince her otherwise later. "I need you to do a couple of things. I need Evelyn bound a little more securely. If she gives you trouble, let me know. I'll have to convince Ashley over there to help us. I need Evelyn's legs bound apart to let Lisa have access. Leave her gagged. Cut out the crotch of those pantyhose so Lisa can do her thing. Oh," I had an afterthought, "cuff Lisa as well.  Behind her back so she can only use her tongue."

I watched as Jane fairly sprang to do my bidding. I'm sure she didn't like what she had to do, but had already pushed me as far as she felt safe doing. She knew that any little disobedience, perceived or otherwise, could mean the crop raining down on her bare bound body next. And she knew that I wouldn't hesitate. Especially with her.

I wandered over to Ashley, still bound at the railing. I took the crop with me, but only for show. I wanted to make sure that Evelyn was cooperative for Jane. Troublesome girl, that one.

Ashley's eyes were glued to the crop in my right hand.

"God. Please. No more. I can't take any more. Please. I'll do anything. My tits are still aching from that thing. You have no idea how much it hurts. I've never felt anything like it before. Please. I'll do anything."

I reached down to her spread thighs and began to tease her between the legs. Just light touches. Not really expecting her to react. I could have forced her to react with threats of the crop, but I wasn't particularly interested in that right now. But it re-enforced her position. Bound. Naked. Not even able to stop me from touching her most private places.

Expecting her to beg me to stop, she surprised me by staying silent. I idly played with her body while I watched Jane work. Jane was currently working a pliant Evelyn into position, tying her ankles to mall benches and the railing that Ashley was bound to. Wide apart. Evelyn wasn't fighting her.  I guess knowing that I was right beside Ashley with the crop and not wanting me to hurt Ashley further. Lisa was kneeling where I'd left her, hands cuffed behind her silently watching as I fondled Ashley.

I turned my attention back to the girl under my hand. I looked at her and was surprised to see her eyes closed and her breasts heaving with her now laboured breathing. On one of my light finger strokes, I allowed my middle finger to part her lips and slip just through her lips. No doubt about it, she was getting wet. She moaned as my fingers parted her and brushed her clitoris.

I just shook my head and pulled my hand away from her. It was a strange reaction. I know that had the roles been reversed, me bound nude to the mall railing and her teasing me, I would have reacted. Even after a whipping. But I'm a guy. I'd expect a reaction. I'd just whipped this girl until she begged, and she was getting wet under my touch. Moaning.  I doubt if I'll ever understand how the female works.

Perhaps it was just a female thing. Same thing happened to Jane. Maybe the female body just was better able to adjust than I thought; finding some way of turning the pain and the humiliation into pleasure.  Perhaps, she was like Jane, with latent masochistic tendencies. Unfortunately, I wasn't going to find out the truth. I fully intended to leave them alone after this. Four girls was more than I could handle as it was. Christi.  Jane. Liz. And now Amy back at the hotel. I could have kept Ashley, but that was getting dangerous, I suspect. I'd already gotten careless once with Jane. Perhaps, I'd come back for Ashley later. I'd leave them, like Kimberly, ages ago, in real time instead of sending them back, like the lawyers.

At the cessation of my finger's touch, Ashley opened her eyes. I gave her a playful pat with the crop, barely touching her right breast. Not hard enough to even leave a mark.

She squirmed. The pat hadn't really hurt. At least compared to the former blows to her bare body. But she was frightened that I might continue.

"Please. God. No more hitting. I'll do anything. I'll fuck you. I'llcrawl. I'll make love to Evelyn too. Just no more. Please," she was almost in tears. I saw Jane sharply look up. I don't think that she wanted to comfort yet another woman that I had stupidly pushed too far.

I looked into Ashley's eyes. Giving her what she wanted. A release from the crop.

"Ashley?"

"Y-yes." she stammered. Trying to hold back the tears. Trying to head off the hysteria. I had to give her credit for trying.

"You'll do anything to avoid any more?"

"Please. God. Yes. Anything you want. I can't take anymore."

I had never intended to hit her anymore. I was done with that. At least with her. She'd had enough. She didn't know that though. The pat with the crop was just that. A playful pat. I really hadn't meant it as a threat.  But again, in her position, I would probably be a bit sensitive to
any perceived threat as well.

"Okay. I'll make a deal with you."

"Anything."

"I won't hit you anymore if you'll do something for me."

"Anything. I swear it. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck anyone you want me to. I'll crawl."

"Okay. Okay. That won't be necessary. I just want you to fuck me. Okay?" She nodded enthusiastically. More than just wanting to get away from the crop. "But, it's for me. Got it? I want you to do it slow. And sexy. I want you to undress me and do all the work." She pulled against the ropes still holding her wrists and ankles. "I want you to do it while Lisa makes love to Evelyn. I want you to pay attention. I don't want to come just as fast as you can. I want you to bring me to climax just after Evelyn orgasms or at the same time. Okay? You think you can do that?"

"I-I think so."

"Make sure of it. You understand?"

She nodded. Tears beginning to form.

Meanwhile I worked quickly to release Ashley from the railing. Just as I'd freed Ashley's left wrist from the bonds holding her, Jane wandered back to me and knelt at my feet.

"I know this is a really really stupid thing to do. But I see Ashley's got a job, and Lisa and Evelyn. What do you want me to do?"

"Jane." I handed her the crop. "I know you hate to torment other captives."

"Oh please god no. Don't make me hit anyone." Shifting the crop from hand to hand. Eyes scared.

"Jane. I don't want to be at this all day." She shut her mouth. "I need you to keep your eye on Evelyn. She isn't going to like the lesbian attention that she is getting. But I've instructed Ashley here to tease me until Evelyn has come. You know how cranky I am if I have to wait for anything for too long. If she doesn't come in twenty minutes, I'll take it out of your hide. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," she answered glumly from her kneeling position. "I knew I shouldn't have asked."

"If it makes you feel any better, I was going to make you do this anyway."

Jane just nodded. I freed Ashley's last bond, her right wrist. She had stood quietly throughout this exchange. When her wrist was finally freed of the ropes, she immediately moved to me and pressed her bare body up against me. I nodded to Jane who moved over to Evelyn and Lisa and explained what had to happen. I saw Evelyn shaking her head before I was almost completely distracted by Ashley's soft mouth pressing against my lips. Ashley kissed me deeply. With far more passion than I had expected. After all, I was practically raping her. You can hardly count a bound naked woman, terrified of a beating, agreeing to sex as consent. Semantics.

Her hands, quick, unbuttoning my clothes. Tugging. Until I was as naked as she. She knelt and took me into her mouth. I watched as Lisa bent to her task. I actually closed my eyes when Jane had to bring the crop down on Evelyn. Evelyn screaming under the lashing, whipping her hair around.  Trying to scream through the gag. Crying. And finally listening to Jane.  Concentrating on the hated sensations from Lisa's tongue. A crop on the bare, defenseless breasts seemed to break down a woman's resistance almost faster than anything.

As Ashley ran her tongue up and down my shaft. Teasing. Her hands playing with my testicles. Tears in her eyes. Wanting to know what was happening with her friends but having to concentrate on me.

After the days events, I was a bit sensitive. It took all her will and talent to ensure that I didn't come too early. Along with a hell of a lot of will power from my end. Her tongue felt unbelievably good.

I watched as Jane had to hit Evelyn a few more times. In rapid succession.  Both women crying. But Evelyn, again trying to pay attention to Lisa's mouth in her crotch through the pain. Sobbing.

Ashley gently guided me to the cold floor. Now I knew what the bare women were going through. That tile brought goosebumps to my skin as I lay back.  But the tile warmed up rapidly with my body heat. Silly. I should have made her lie on the floor before I did to warm it up for me first. But, like I was thinking about that? Ashley, continued to run her soft lips and tongue over me making me completely forget about the cold floor. Bringing me close and then dropping the sensation. Sitting up. Touching herself.  Driving me nuts.

Finally, she lifted her body and straddled me. Facing her friends. Watching Lisa intently. She lowered her body until her soft, wet vagina engulfed me.  I gasped. And I swear I saw her smile briefly. She began to rock herself. Moving her hips gently. Massaging me. Clenching with her vaginal muscles occasionally. I was in heaven. Lifting herself and ever so slowly lowering.  Keeping me on the edge. I tried not to thrust, knowing that it would make it harder on her to control my orgasm, but sometimes not being able to help it.

I heard a little cry from Evelyn's gagged lips and watched around Ashley as the other bound woman climaxed heavily in her ropes. Pulling. Straining.  Crying out into the gag. Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Ashley, began moving her body a little more while Jane crawled over to us.

"She finished." Jane whispered in my ear.

I just nodded. Trying to concentrate on the sensations from Ashley's body.  I opened my eyes as I felt a light touch on my balls. Ashley, began to speed the pace up a bit. I saw Jane's arm disappear around Ashley's body.  And my balls knew exactly where her tickling fingers had ended up. I felt  Jane's soft lips pressing insistently against mine. Increasing the sensations.  The two women working perfectly in concert, arousing me.

I groaned as the orgasm overwhelmed me. The sensations from the two women.  Jane's soft fingers and Ashley's vagina sending my mind exploding in light and energy. Ashley continued to move herself thrusting her hips as I climaxed.  Until I was completely spent inside of her.

I whispered. "Enough." And Ashley slowly extracted herself from me as I lay vulnerable and unable to move under the two women's gazes.

Finally I rolled over onto my side and reached for my clothes. As I slipped them on, Ashley, kneeling beside Jane whimpered.

I looked at her quizzically as I pulled my shirt on.

"M-m-master?"

This surprised me. From Ashley. I hadn't told her to call me master. I really hadn't told her anything. I saw Jane whispering in her ear. Probably Jane's idea.

"Yes?"

"A poor slave girl needs attention."

That almost made me hard again. But damned if I wasn't tired. I saw Jane smiling wickedly at me. She was pretty proud of herself. What I couldn't believe was that Ashley was actually saying this.

"What kind of attention, slave?" I actually had to force myself to say 'slave'.  Force myself into the role playing. Hard to concentrate after such a mind blowing orgasm.

"P-please, I'm so hot. I need ..."

"Yes?"

"Please. I can't say it."

"What? Out with it."

"Please. I need to climax."

"Okay if Lisa does it for you? I'm a little tired."

Ashley went a little white, but recovered quickly and nodded. She probably realized that this was her only hope of getting what she wanted. I sat down on a mall bench and motioned to Jane to bring Lisa over. Lisa resisted a bit, but Jane just picked up the crop off the floor beside the sobbing Evelyn and Lisa walked over to Ashley. Ashley was already laying back on the floor.

Lisa crying managed to choke out, "Ash, how can you do this to me?"

Ashley just closed her eyes.

I answered for her. "Ashley didn't do this to you Lisa. I did. I'm making you do this. Not her. Okay?"

Jane gently pressed on Lisa's shoulders and she resignedly fell to her knees. She gave me a forlorn look, asking silently not to make her do this again. When she saw no mercy forthcoming, she quietly ducked her head to Ashley. Ashley, being a lot more sexually excited, made a much more willing partner than Evelyn had. Lisa practically only had to breathe on Ashley's clitoris before the woman began falling over the edge.  Ashley tensed and cried out. Almost screaming. As it completed, she managed to push Lisa's head away from her pussy and began to sob.

I let the woman cry on the floor while the others just looked on helplessly. After a few minutes, Ashley had cried herself out and slowly sat up. She gave me an accusing look and remarked, "You are a bastard."

"For what? Making you hot?"

"Yes." Her face burning. "I shouldn't be. You hurt me. You hurt my friends.  You make us do all sorts of shit. And you get me hot? Bastard."

I was intrigued. This made absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. But I'm a guy.  I'm sure it made a lot more sense to the female of the species. But I suppose I was a bastard. And if it made her feel better or less guilty or whatever it was she needed, I was willing to let her rant. Ashley, finally spent, collapsed into Jane's arms. Jane, stuck with soothing yet another one of my victims gave me a dirty look. I almost laughed as I stuck out my tongue at her. Jane smiled but then turned her attention to the girl in her arms.

I, mostly recovered now, walked over to where Jane and Ashley were on the floor. I bent down and gathered up Ashley into my arms and carried her, still sobbing, to the bench. As I bent down to gather her up, I whispered some instructions to Jane, who, as soon as her arms were free of Ashley began to gather up some rope from the pack.

She gently guided Lisa to a mall bench. Lisa protesting a bit as Jane tied her sitting on the bench. Legs apart. Back arched. Still handcuffed.

I tried to comfort the sobbing girl in my lap, but I suspect that her orgasm had triggered some kind of emotional dam which let out all the emotions from the rough afternoon. Jane had finished with Lisa and had removed Evelyn's gag, to a lot of verbal abuse. Ashley finally ran out of tears and began to softly hiccup. I could feel the girl falling asleep. Sleep is all I could think of as well. It had been a pretty full day. For everyone.

Jane padded over to me and gently guided Ashley, still hiccuping, away from me. She sat the unresisting girl on the floor with her back against the mall railing. She deftly tied the poor girls arm's outstretched to the railing supports and then stood up.

I wandered about and double checked the knots. They seemed tight enough. Jane was pretty competent with rope and knew that I did spot checks of her tying.  Jane gathered up the odds and ends. Ropes and handcuffs that we'd strewn about the mall.

I checked Evelyn's bound form last. Her tear streaked face turned up to mine from her awkward position on the floor.

"Please don't leave us like this."

"Would you rather I stay?"

"Oh God. You are a bastard."

"I know." But I had to leave them like this if I wanted to come back for Ashley. I concentrated and slowed time to a crawl for all three girls.  Time would seem to pass normally for them. They could talk and cry. But their time would move at a much slower rate relative to the rest of us. If I was gone for weeks, it would only feel like a half day for them. The wonders of Time phase.

I looked up at Jane. Saw tears in her eyes, but she held her head up and walked ahead of me back to the street above.

Only one word escaped her lips, "Why?"

"Janey. You know why. Because I like it. And I also want you to wear these.  I rummaged in the pack and brought out the nipple clamps. They were a pretty pair. Adjustable tension. Joined with a thin chain.

Tears welled into her eyes as she saw and recognized the clamps.

"Oh God. Please. What have I done? I did everything you asked. Please no."

"Jane. Remember that sarcastic comment?"

"I didn't mean anything. Honest. Master. It was an honest mistake. I apologized."

"I know it was." I stroked her hair. "And you almost made up for it with the submissive behaviour afterwards."

"Please don't put them on me. You have no idea how sensitive my boobs are.  Please."

"Jane."

"Oh God. You are going to clamp me no matter what I say, aren't you?"

"Jane. It could have been a lot worse. That remark almost got you a good strapping on the nipples, then the clamps, extra tightened. You managed to avoid most of it."

"Please. Do you know how uncomfortable those things are going to be if I'm walking. It's bad enough without a bra. Please."

I reached forward and began lightly stroking her right nipple. She cried silently, knowing what was coming, but not twisting away. I watched as she tried to concentrate on her breast. Tried to consciously will away the automatic tightening of the flesh to the touch of my finger. Her nipple, slowly, inexorably, tightened. Hardening. I slipped the first clamp over the nipple and tightened it until I thought that it was causing her enough discomfort.

"Please don't do this. You don't have to. I'll be good. I swear it. It hurts."

I repeated the procedure on her left nipple, the chain glinting in the sunlight between her breasts. I knelt down and slipped the ankle cuffs on her bare ankles and then rose.

She sniffled, but resigned herself to the discomfort. She probably knew that this could be a lot worse.

I gathered up her leash and snapped it onto her collar.

I didn't have to pull because she just docilely fell in beside me, making as big a step as she could with the short ankle restraints. Our progress was slow, but I didn't mind. She concentrated on each step, trying to reduce the swing of the chain between her breasts. Softly crying out each time I idly reached out to swing the chain when she didn't swing it enough with her own movements.

About half way back to the hotel, she braved speaking again.

"M-m-aster?"

"Yes?"

"Please these clamps hurt. Can we take them off? I've learned my lesson."

"And what lesson is that?"

"No more sarcastic remarks. Ever."

"That wasn't the lesson and you know it. I almost expect sarcasm out of you."

Tears welled in her eyes.

"Please, sir. What was the lesson, then? This poor dumb slave doesn't even know what she did wrong."

"Think about it. You aren't dumb. You'll come up with it. We've still got quite a bit to go with you moving so slow."

"I could move faster without these chains. Please, sir, can we rest a moment."

I nodded. She shuffled over to the curb and sat her bare body down. Tears still falling heedlessly down her cheeks. Her nipples must have been really throbbing by this point. I watched as she unconsciously tried to move her hands in front of her to release the clamps.

She did the female thing again to me. Wild subject change.

"She was really confused you know."

"What?"

"Ashley. Back there. She's like me. Got off on the humiliation and pain but hated every moment that her body was betraying her. Worse than me. I would never have begged for a climax in front of you. She must have been really hot."

"You're stronger. That's all. She'd been through a lot."

"We could have taken you while you were recovering from that orgasm you know, you were pretty out of it. Neither of us had any restraints on."

"And your nipples would be a hell of a lot sorer than they are now if you'd even considered it past wishful thinking."

"I know. This is why I didn't try anything. But I saw it in her eyes briefly. To knock you out of the picture. If she wasn't so afraid of how you captured her so easily the first time, I think she would have tried. And regretted it, probably. You know, Ashley was even afraid to ask you to finish her off."

"I figured. I saw you whispering to her. Why'd you help her?"

"Kindred spirit. She sounded like she really wanted the release. I personally don't understand it completely. I mean you had just whipped her. I knew that if you were asked the right way you might take pity on her. Or at least not punish her for asking. I wasn't expecting the Lisa thing though. I could never beg you for an orgasm like that."

"Care to bet?"

"Please don't make me do that. All right, I would if you forced me. But she wanted to cum so bad, she was willing to humiliate herself completely to get it. I don't think I would ever do that on my own."

"Care to bet?"

"Please."

I tucked the information back in my mind. I should see if I could disprove her.  It might take a bit, but I bet I could get her begging for a climax.

I touched her bare arm. She automatically rose to her feet.

"Please can't we take off these clamps. My nipples are so sore. This s-slave would really like her Master if he took them off her." She gave me those puppy eyes that some women are so good at.

She was starting to realize that I could be manipulated with the right phrasing. But she only used the third person Master/slave stuff when she thought it would get her something. Most of the time it worked, I'm ashamed to say.

It was one of the hardest things I've had to do yet. She seemed so sincerely sorry.

"In a while. Okay? I like them on you. Tell you what. If you come up with the lesson in three tries, I'll take them off you."

Her face fell, and she walked beside me in silence. Probably pouting, but I didn't think I could resist that, so I avoided her eyes. She didn't even protest. I could just change the lesson forever, not giving her a chance.  But what choice did she really have? She couldn't exactly just take them off herself.

A while later, she just exploded with, "Obey without question."

I turned to her. "Obey without question?"

"Yeah, the lesson."

"Jane. You're smarter than that. That is a damn good lesson, but that isn't why your nipples are clamped. And if you think about it, you know that you didn't question anything. You were pretty good in that department today."

Her face fell and she fell in beside me again. Her face screwed up in concentration. At least as much as a naked, bound, tit clamped woman can concentrate.

We had passed a few more building, one had a department store window where women's fashions were being displayed. I saw Jane look wistfully in at the mannequins in the windows. Wearing more than her.

"Never talk back to you?"

"Nope. Though in general that is a good idea as well. However, I'd get bored with you if you didn't talk back, occasionally. And that can be an unlearned lesson. Never bore me. You know that not talking back is about the same as not being sarcastic. I already told you that this isn't the reason for your current punishment."

"Oh."

"One more try. I'd be careful about the next one. Unless you feel like sleeping in those things."

"Please. My nipples are throbbing. I can't take it much longer."

"You will, because you don't have a choice."

We walked along. I could almost see her mind working. Wanting to come up with the right answer. Knowing it could be almost anything. Only knowing that it had something to do with the sarcasm. Of all the things to pick on. Wanting to blurt out anything that she came up with. Anything to get those damn clamps off her sore nipples but waiting trying to figure out the best one. Concentration fading with the pain.

"Please, Master. Help a dumb slave? Please?"

I just looked at her. She realized that I wasn't going to make it any easier on her and just looked down.

"God. I will be punished for disobeying or angering you."

"That is true. And I'll give you that you are on the right track."

"Oh God. Please. Please take them off me." Tears had welled up in her eyes. "Please give this stupid slave slut another chance. Please?"

I made her wait. Walking along for five minutes. Her quietly crying in frustration.

"Only because you were so helpful back there today. You did an excellent job with Lisa and Ashley when they fell apart. But, you have to make a choice.  I can tighten those things until you come up with the right answer. Or you can choose to wear them as they are until bedtime. How smart are you?"

"Please. It could be anything. My nipples feel like they're on fire. Please have some mercy on a dumb slave. Please."

She had almost completely fallen into the slave role on me. I wasn't entirely sure that I wanted that. But she was in pain. I was betting that as soon as those clamps came off, she'd revert to her normal sarcastic, willful self.  Interesting to know. There was no way that I had broken her that easily.  She'd just figured out that this kind of speech made things easier on her. And she was pretty quick adjusting her speech to the new pattern. Even though she was good at getting the words off her tongue, I could see the resistance still behind her eyes. I hadn't broken her yet. Not sure I ever would.

"Choose."

"Shit. Okay. Tighten them you bastard. I want another shot at this.  And I can't wear these damn things until you let me sleep."

I kind of figured that she wouldn't give up. Even if it meant a little more pain. I reached forward and gave them each another half turn. She closed her eyes and held her breath as the cruel clamps bit even more fiercely into her sensitive nipples. But she didn't cry out.

We walked along for a while more. Her trying her damnedest to figure out what I wanted to hear. Trying to walk gingerly in her bare feet and ankle chains.  Trying to keep her upper body as still as she could. I'd stopped moving the clamps a while back when I realized just how much they were hurting her.

"You really have a thing for hurting my boobs, don't you?"

"They are nice boobs to hurt. Why? You wet?"

"Bastard." She gritted her teeth.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"Are you going to tighten them again if I'm wrong?"

"Nope, but I'm getting tired of this game. Last chance."

"God. I can't stand this much longer."

I stopped. I knew that she must have come up with some possibilities. Probably been wracking her brain for the last hour. She just was trying to choose between them. We were nearly back at the hotel.

"Out with it then."

"Please have mercy on me. I'm a person. I'm Jane. I feel, you know? I hurt.  How would you make out in my place? My boobs hurt. I can't concentrate like this. My nipples are on fire. I'm sorry for whatever I did. Please.  I'm so sorry. Please take them off. God. Please have mercy."

"You are my slave. Nothing else. Remember that."

"Oh God. Okay. Okay. Please just tell me what you want to hear. I'll get down on my knees. Beg you. I'll repeat it at the top of my lungs. I'll crawl all the way back to the hotel. Please take these damn things off my boobs. Please. They hurt." The last words almost plaintively, tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

"I'm waiting. As far as I'm concerned you can wear them forever. What do you think the lesson was?"

"Oh God. Please. All right. If a slave is sufficiently cooperative and humbles herself to her Master, he may take leniency on her punishment.  Please Master, this slave begs you to remove the clamps. Please."

I reached forward and grasped the right clamp. Jane gasped as I moved the clamp. Ignoring her pain, I began to undo the clamp. Relief flooded into her face, just before she yelped at the pain of the returning circulation in her nipple. I released her left clamp, eliciting the same response from her.

As soon as the clamps were off, she collapsed to her knees on the pavement.  Sobbing in relief. Whispering, "Thank-you" over and over as she cried on her knees. Those clamps must have hurt a lot more than I'd intended. To be honest, I was completely surprised that she had come up with that. Considering her position, to consider it lenient was a stretch. But, I guess she was a smart girl. She knew that those clamps could have been a lot tighter on a lot more sensitive nipples. Though she tried to use the words to her advantage, both she as I knew that she was far from a stupid slave. I was actually impressed with her.

I let her cry herself out and then raised her back to her feet. I handed her the hated clamps into her bound hands; she grasped them without question behind her back. Having her carry them back to the hotel, making her aware of them, even though they weren't currently attached to her breasts. That I was the one that could release her from the pain. Not her. Her nipples. Erect, and no doubt very sensitive were an angry red. Still slightly crying we found ourselves back at the hotel in about fifteen minutes. I took off her ankle chains and led her up the fire stairs to the suite.

After a few moments I opened my eyes. Four nude women, their hands handcuffed behind their backs. Trying hard not to attract my attention. Jane curled up on the carpet beside Elizabeth. What the hell was I going to do with them tonight? I was far too exhausted to torment them any further. I idly noticed how my thoughts automatically assigned normal time to our situation. A glance out the window would show that the world hadn't moved an inch from morning when I'd stopped it. The bright sunshine still beaming down on the world. But our bodies and minds appear to have some rhythm of their own. So it was nighttime. Despite what the outside world was telling us.

Tearing my wandering mind back to the girls in front of me. I had to decide what to do with them. Before I fell asleep. I'd been careless last evening.  And I'd almost paid the price for it. If it wasn't for Jane not quite having the courage to continue, I'd have either found out the consequences of death in a strange timeline or had to begin this whole adventure over again.  Neither case particularly appealed me. I'd invested a lot of time and energy setting up this situation. And if the equations were wrong, my death could have some really serious consequences. I had to make sure that the women were secured tonight. No mistakes.

Jane tied the best knots out of all the women. I opened my eyes again with an effort. I looked down at Jane. She was still breathing hard from climbing the stairs to the penthouse suite. Her bare breasts rising and falling as she rested.

"Janey?"

"Sir?" she was pretty tired too, I could tell.

"Come here."

Jane wearily obeyed. Struggling back to her bare feet and padding over to where I sat.

"Wrists."

Jane turned herself around and held her wrists out to me behind her back.  I fished the key out and released her slender wrists from their confinement.  I idly played with the handcuffs as Jane turned herself back around rubbing her wrists. She had put down the nipple clamps, without permission, as she had initially settled to the floor. I decided to let it slide. I was far to tired to even consider punishing her. And she was too tired to take it.  Last thing I needed was really rebellious women when I was this tired. I wasn't even sure I had the energy to stop her if she wanted to attack me, much less manipulate time.

"Jane. I want you to tie Amy and Elizabeth up."

The protests began from Amy and Elizabeth immediately, but a single weary glance silenced them before they could really irritate me.

"How?"

"How?" my mind was really beginning to have trouble concentrating.

"How do you want me to tie them?" Jane was getting a bit exasperated.  I couldn't really blame her.

"Securely. To something."

"Together? Uncomfortably?"

"Together. Don't really care about comfort. Make them as comfortable as practical. They'll be in it for a while."

Jane nodded wearily and wandered over to Amy and Elizabeth. She touched Amy's arm and urging her to her feet. Elizabeth struggled to her feet from the floor. I closed my eyes, hearing Amy's and Elizabeth's small moans over the Mozart as they were moved into position and secured. Once I heard Amy plead, "Please sir. Please I don't need to be tied up." Only to be shushed by Jane.

I had just about begun to doze when Jane touched my arm, almost startling me.  Christ. I had to keep my eyes open until I was done with the girls. Especially with Jane free and about. I'm suspecting that I was really lucky that Jane was as exhausted as I.

I snapped awake. Amy and Elizabeth were standing in the middle of the room. Hands still handcuffed behind them. Jane couldn't have taken the cuffs off the women anymore than she could release her own wrists when I had them cuffed. No key. Amy and Elizabeth facing each other. Bare breasts pressed together. Soft rope holding their ankles together. Rope encircled their ankles, knees, thighs, waists and under their arms holding them firmly together. Their faces only inches apart. A loose rope held their throats, and a very lax piece ran upwards from their throats to one of the plant hooks. They'd be okay as long as they remained standing. A crotch rope was worked around their hips, the rope running through their vaginal lips, joining them together. All in all, a very attractive job. They weren't  going to get much sleep tonight being unable to lie down. But that didn't particularly concern me right now. I'd give them a rest in the morning. I was simply too tired to care.

Realizing that they were going to be stuck like that for a while, if I was going to sleep, Amy looked at me with tears in her eyes. I handed Jane the key to Christi's handcuffs and motioned her to free Christi. Jane padded over to her task without complaining.

Amy, her lower lip quivering, spoke from her bonds.

"Please. You don't have to do this. I'll be good. I promise. I'll make love to you before you sleep. I'll crawl for you. Handcuff me to something. Please. Not standing. I'll never sleep."

I rose from my chair and walked over to the two girls standing tied together.  I just pressed my finger against her lips, and she obediently quieted. I checked the ropes. Not tight enough to cause real discomfort or hurt their circulation. Although I couldn't imagine the crotch ropes being overly comfortable. I looked over at Jane. A bit surprised that she had added that touch on her own. Strictly it hadn't been necessary. I was so tired I wouldn't have even thought to tell her to do it. Damn that girl, beginning to know me better than I know myself. Elizabeth's face, silently pleading with me not to leave them like this for the night.

I whispered to the girls, "Ladies. I know you are uncomfortable. Spend the night like this. Try to sleep. Okay? If you can't I'll let you sleep in the bed tomorrow after I wake. You'll be alright. Just quiet. I don't want to have to gag you."

Amy just nodded. Tears spilling over her eyes. Elizabeth, just relaxed as much as she was able. These were going to be very tired girls in the morning. I'd deal with them then. I was almost asleep on my feet.

An evil thought occurred to me as I turned to gather up the remaining two girls.

I leaned in towards the bound girls. I gave them both a kiss on the cheek, whispering to Elizabeth as I did so. She initially shook her head, but a quick open hand on her backside convinced her. Tears in her eyes, she leaned her head forward, and before Amy could react, kissed her full on the mouth. To my surprise, Amy didn't back away from the kiss but rather returned it. Softly crying.

Elizabeth broke the kiss and looked back at me. She said simply, "Good night, Sir."

Amy echoed the words, quietly. I stroked their hair and whispered, "Good night, girls."

I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both completely free of bonds and gave them my arms. Each took one and as we passed the stereo, Jane flipped it off.  Mozart faded. Christi touched the light switch as we passed into the hall plunging the two bound girls into darkness, each emitting a small cry.

As soon as we made it to the bedroom, I flopped down on the bed. Closed my eyes. A moment later, I opened them. Without any instruction at all, Christi had automatically cuffed Jane's hands behind her back. I watched wearily as she guided the naked teen to the desk chair. Jane sighed as she sat down. Christi knelt and quickly wrapped soft rope holding Jane's ankles to the chair legs. There wasn't a scrap of resistance from Jane. She might have even been more tired than I. I hadn't had to walk for what seemed like miles, hobbled and barefoot struggling with the pain of nipple clamps.

Jane settled into the chair and closed her eyes. As I watched, her breathing became more regular and her head fell quietly forward. I don't think I'd ever met anyone that was able to fall asleep as quickly as she. But I guess I'd put her through an awful lot today. Her nipples, softly moving with her breathing were still an angry red. I felt a quick pang of guilt for causing her that pain; I pushed it away. I guess I was just more tired than I thought.

Christi, had walked over to the bed where I was lying. Her hands pulling at my clothes. With a little help from me, soon I had lost my clothes, idly I watched as she carelessly tossed them about the room. Shirt over by the dresser. Pants at Jane's feet. Shoes, at the foot of the bed.

I took a deep breath as her hands found my penis. I was ready in a second.  Four nude, captive women. Plus all the adventure today. Those poor girls tied up in the mall. Tormenting them. The Ashley enigma. Jane's masochistic tendencies surfacing. The lawyers. Punishing Amy and Jane. The memories flooding over me. I was more than ready as her soft lips slipped over the head. Her soft tongue running over the length of me. Lightly sucking.  My hands resting on her hair. Stroking her head as she used her mouth. Finally, my hips rising from the bed. Thrusting into her teasing mouth. Climaxing. I felt her throat spasming as she struggled to swallow everything. Breathing through her nose. Releasing her head, letting her up.

A last wave of weariness washing over me. I struggled to keep awake as I felt her reaching to the night stand. Sensing her gathering something up.  Adrenaline. My eyes snapped open, sure I was going to see a kitchen knife in her hands. Almost calling up my reserves of strength, ready to freeze her. I relaxed. Two pairs of handcuffs in her long fingers. God, I was tired.

"You don't have to tie me up, you know." But I could see it in her face. She knew that she wasn't going to be allowed freedom this night.

My eyes closing again. I just sighed. I guess she took the sigh to mean that she was going to be bound with the rest of the girls tonight. When I opened my eyes again, she had handcuffed her own slender ankles together. I made an effort worthy of Goliath and raised into a sitting position. I touched her bare shoulder as she was struggling to move off the bed to the floor. She stopped. I swung her bare legs back up onto the bed, taking the second pair of handcuffs from her fingers. I snapped them around the bar of the bed foot bar and to the chain binding her ankles, effectively holding her on the bed. Damned if I was going to have a repeat of yesterday.  Christi wasn't going anywhere tonight. I then collapsed back onto the bed. My eyes closing for the last time. I felt her hands gently stroking my hair as I fell asleep. My last thought before dreamland was that I hoped that she didn't have enough strength to strangle me.

"Good night, Master," she softly said before lying down beside me. Her ankles quietly jangling the chains holding them.

to be continued.......