I awoke refreshed. According to my watch, at least ten hours of sleep.  I was lying on my back, with an unfamiliar weight pressing against my arm. I glanced down. A blonde head resting in the crook on my arm. I didn't move, not wanting to wake her. I glanced over at the chair, half expecting it to be empty. Jane still sitting in the chair, her ankles secured to the legs, breathing regularly. Occasionally pulling against her ropes. But quiet.

I gently moved, lowering Christi carefully to the bed. It was then that I noticed that her hands were handcuffed in front of her. I was quite sure that her hands were free last night before I fell asleep. I was almost sure that I was worried about her strangling me before I fell asleep. I guess that hadn't happened. She must have somehow gotten the cuffs from the night stand, after I'd fallen asleep and cuffed herself. I'd have to reward her for that. It would have been just as easy for her to handcuff me instead. But she hadn't. Not sure why.

I quickly gathered my clothes, not waking either female. Naked, I dropped my clothes in the bathroom and I padded out to the living room. I switched on the light, eliciting some groans from the girls tied up there. I walked up to Amy and Elizabeth.

Amy looked like hell. Her eyes were sunken. Her hair a mess. It didn't look like she had gotten a wink of sleep. I couldn't imagine how it must feel tied up for a solid ten hours when you are deathly tired. Elizabeth looked a little better, but not much.

"Good morning," I said to them brightly.

"Good morning," Amy returned a bit sulkily. Amy was probably one of those people that got really cranky if overtired.

I wandered out to the kitchen and switched on the coffee pot. Then sat down in the easy chair and gazed at my girls.

Finally, Amy broke down. "Please. Aren't you going to untie us?"

"Whatever for? You look wonderful like that."

"Oh God. Please. I'm begging you. My feet hurt. My back hurts. I'm so tired I could just die. Please." She began to cry, silent big tears falling down her cheeks. Moving Elizabeth with her sobs. Yup, cranky when tired.  Elizabeth tried to comfort her.

Elizabeth turned her head as best she could.

"How can you be so cruel to her? She's human, you know? She's tired.  She's tortured. She's hurting. Please. I'll stay here if you need to look at someone.  Please. She's just a girl."

I stood up and walked over to the girls. Stroked Amy's head until she calmed down a bit.

"You aren't ever going to let us go. Are you?"

"You mean from this?" I indicated the ropes holding her.

Despair. She nodded. "Please. God. I'm so tired. I'll do anything for some sleep. Oh Christ. A nice bed. What's that like? Please, my feet. My legs.  My whole body aches. I'm not asking for much. Please. I'll crawl for you.  I'll fuck you. You can whip me. Oh God please let me out of this."

She managed to keep control of her voice, even though her eyes couldn't help dropping a few tears down her cheeks. She actually was very attractive when she begged. I relented and began to undo the knots. Jane's knots always gave me trouble, so it was a long process. I began at their ankles, slowly working my way up their bound bodies. I cruelly left the crotch ropes in place until I'd released everything but their throats.

I released the ropes holding their crotches together having to actually work the evil ropes from between their swollen lips. Both girls sighed as the strict bondage fell away from their bodies. Especially when the bonds were removed from the crotch ropes. I couldn't imagine how sore that would get a girl if left for ten hours. But they didn't complain too much.  Maybe they were frightened to complain. I released their throats last. As soon as the danger of hanging themselves had been removed, both girls fell to their knees on the carpet.

Amy murmured, "Thank-you. Oh God. Thank-you." Her muscles began to uncramp and she gasped as the blood began to circulate back into areas that it had been denied until now.

I looked down at the kneeling girls. "How about a shower?"

"A shower?" both girls in unison.

"Yeah, you remember those don't you?"

"Oh my God," Amy practically gushed. "I'd do just about anything for a hot shower. I didn't think you would ever let me take one. I feel so dirty."  In her excitement she completely unselfconsciously leaned forward and kissed my leg. Amazing what a tired girl and a night of uncomfortable bondage will do to a woman. Elizabeth, while not quite as excited as Amy was nodding that she wanted one too.

Though the girls were alright the way they were, I wrinkled my nose and smiled.  Joking with them. "Well, I guess you do need one." I touched their heads.  "Come on. Crawl with me to the bathroom."

Without any complaint at all, the two girls fell to their hands and knees and quickly as they could crawled to the bathroom. Once there, I had Elizabeth get up and run a hot shower. Leaning back against the counter, I motioned for Amy to join her.

Not having to be told twice, the girl bounced to her feet and slipped into the shower with Elizabeth. As I slipped into the shower with them, Amy was actually smiling as she worked shampoo into her hair. I motioned to Elizabeth, and resigned, she picked up a bar of soap and began to wash Amy. There wasn't a whole lot of room in the shower, I have no idea how Christi, Jane and Elizabeth took one the day before.

Soon, Amy was sighing as Elizabeth's hands worked the soap into her bare wet body. Elizabeth, seeming to know what I wanted from her, took care to make sure Amy was completely clean. Spending extra time on her feet, pussy and breasts. Whenever Amy tried to help, I just gently slapped at her hands, finally Amy just let Elizabeth soap her up and enjoyed it. Back in the spray, Amy rinsed and then returned the favour. Carefully working the shampoo into Elizabeth's hair, and soaping up her body. Elizabeth sighed at the attention, knowing that she shouldn't help Amy wash her, letting Amy do the work.

"You know, this is a lot nicer than the cold one you made us take the other day."

"Only because I'm in here. Otherwise, you'd be shivering."

"Oh. Doesn't matter. Thank-you anyway. It feels wonderful after that night."

"Yes, thank-you ... m-m-master," shyly from Amy.

Once Elizabeth was rinsed off, the two girls automatically turned to me. Amy running her hands through my wet hair, carefully working shampoo through it.  Cleaning it thoroughly. Elizabeth running her soft hands over my body.  Working the soap into it. Taking extra care around my groin causing me to gasp as her wet hands massaged me. She grinned up at me, falling to her knees. Water cascading over her bare body. Amy's hands still working at my hair.

Elizabeth slipped her wet mouth over my penis, began to run her tongue up and down it. Teasing. I groaned, taking in the sensations of the water, the two beautiful women. I didn't take long for me to get to the edge.  Smiling up at me, Elizabeth waited for the last possible second before taking me out of her mouth, with one soft touch from her fingers, I climaxed. Letting my come go. Elizabeth managed to close her eyes as my semen cascaded over her face. Into her wet hair. As I finished, and relaxed, she climbed to her bare feet and nonchalantly rinsed her face and hair again, getting me off of her. She turned around and kissed my mouth.

"Without even being told."

"I figured you'd make me do it anyway."

"Most women would have waited in your position."

"I ain't most women and you were finally nice to us. Hot water. Even if it wasn't meant for us." She grinned. Such simple things made her happy.  Probably such a difference from her former life.

The girls finished washing my body. I rinsed off.

"Stay." I ordered them. The two bare girls had no problem following that order. Relishing the spray against their bodies. If they could have stayed under that hot water all day, I think they would have. I would have bet that if I'd met them two days ago and told them that they would be showering together, washing me, servicing me, and happy about it, they probably would have just hurt themselves laughing. Amazing.

As I stepped out of the shower, I turned off the hot tap. It took a second for the stream to change to bitter cold. The girls in the spray squealed.  Begging for me to let them get out or turn back on the hot. I forced them to stay under the cold spray for a minute or so, then reached in and turned off the water.

I let the dripping girls step out of the shower. They were shivering and their nipples stood out in a delicious way. I almost wanted to play with their bodies, right then and there, but decided to hold off. I had a lot planned for the day. And even if they were in much better spirits, they needed some rest before I could really play with them. Amy actually laughing as she stepped out of the shower, her body shaking from the cold water. Simple things.

I held out a large bath towel and the girls immediately began to dry my wet body. Amy picked up a hair dryer and began to dry my hair. I just waited quietly letting the girls preen me. Finally done, I motioned for them to finish up themselves. I slipped into my clothes and sat on the counter watching the bare beauties dry each other. Still shivering. I had them put nail polish on, their choice of colour, but since I was intending to put them to bed there was little point to having them don makeup for me.

While we waited for their nails to dry, Amy spoke to me.

"Why are you being nice to us?"

"Amy, I'm not always cruel. You and Elizabeth have done everything I asked.  Right down to spending the night in that awful position. I know that must have been really hard on you. You are tired. Probably a bit cranky. I understand. You need some rest. And I needed a shower anyway. No reason for you not to join me."

"God, it felt good. How long are you going to keep us?"

"Until I get tired of you. You know that."

"I guess I did. Can I ask you a more personal question? Without you getting upset at me?"

"I suppose." I was feeling patient.

"Why do you enjoy having us? I mean, like you do?"

"Huh?"

"She means, why do you like having us tied up, humiliated, naked all the time?"  Elizabeth chimed it.

"I honestly don't know."

"It turns you on having us helpless, doesn't it?"

"I guess it does."

"You know that you don't have to keep us tied up all the time you know. We can't get away. We're helpless anyway. I'm pretty sure all of us have pretty much given up on any ideas of attacking you. You don't have to tie us up."

"Elizabeth, I know you don't like being bound up all the time. I wouldn't either, in your position. But, I can't help it. That is why I took you. To keep you in bonds most of the time. Whether you like it or not doesn't really matter to me."

Elizabeth just hung her head. "God, I'm so tired."

"I know. And I promised you a bed for the morning."

Amy brightened. "You mean it? You are going to let us sleep in the bed?  No floor? No ropes?" Hopefully.

I turned to Amy. "Amy, dear. I am going to let you sleep in the bed. No floor.  Promise. But you know I can't leave you without the ropes."

"Please. Oh my God. Please. I'm begging you. I don't need to be tied up. I won't run away. God. I'll give you another blowjob. Please don't tie me up anymore. I hate it."

"Amy. I'll try to make it comfortable for you. Okay?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was really tired. Mood swings. I had to get these girls some sleep before they became completely unpredictable.  She bit her lower lip, such a feminine thing, choked back the tears that had threatened when she didn't get everything she wanted. She silently nodded in resignation.  Her face brightened a bit as she again realized that she was going to get to sleep in a bed again. Even if she was tied up.

Finally, the women finished drying off, their bodies glowing. I resisted the impulse to use them and gently guided them towards the bedroom.

I opened the door quietly. Christi was sitting up on the bed. Awake.  Pulling weakly at the cuffs holding her wrists and ankles. Jane was still snoring in the chair. Christi's eyes opened wider as she saw the two radiant girls precede me into the bedroom.

I dropped to the bed, releasing her cuffs. Christi kissed me full on the mouth, whispering "Good morning".

I whispered my reply not wanted to wake Jane yet. "Good morning, sleepy head."

Christi slipped off the bed and knelt quietly on the floor as I motioned Amy and Elizabeth over to the bed. Amy flopped down, her eyes questioning. I had her put her wrists in front of her and I wrapped them with some softer rope; lashing them together. Not tight, but inescapable. She pulled a bit against the bindings, but didn't complain. I did the same to her ankles. A quick lashing, probably not uncomfortable considering what she had put up with previously. As I finished with her ankles, I looked up at her face. The girl was already fast asleep. Her breasts rising and falling with her  shallow breathing. I gently rolled her over to one side of the bed. Her
sleeping body not resisting.

I tied Elizabeth the same way. Wrists and ankles. Not unbearably tight. Set her head at the foot of the bed, opposite to Amy. She lay her head down, her red hair flowing around her head. She closed her eyes murmuring, "Good night."

I touched Christi's arm and she rose to her feet. I guided her silently out of the room of sleeping, bound, and nude women and closed the door quietly behind us.

"After you make some breakfast. For three."

"Three?"

"Yes. I'm going to wake Jane as well, if she doesn't wake on her own."

"Oh. Cold cereal for us? What would you like?" She asked glumly.

I was feeling beneficent. It wouldn't hurt and it might put them in better spirits. "Bacon, eggs and toast, all around. Coffee for the two of you."

Her eyes widened, not expected anything more than just cold cereal in a bowl on the floor. But she didn't have to be told twice. I settled into a kitchen chair as she purposefully moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients, finding pots and pans. Getting the bacon cooking. Her long legs flashing as he strode around. Smiling.

Soon, the heavenly smells of breakfast began to permeate the air. I was famished. The girls' intake of food had been very limited. I was trying to keep them a little hungry to make them a bit more cooperative. I'd been giving them snacks from time to time, but no really good hot meals. As a result, I hadn't been eating quite right either.

I watched with a smile on my face as she jumped when the bacon grease caught her bare skin. She yelped and turned to see me grinning. She smiled and stuck out her tongue.

"Don't be sticking out that thing unless you intend to use it."

She put on a mischievous grin and mocked me. "What makes you think that I wouldn't?"

"Get back to work, vixen."

She stuck her tongue out again, but turned back to breakfast.

I rose and wandered back to the bedroom. Opening the door silently I poked my head in. Jane was still fast asleep. Dreaming. Pulling against the ropes that held her. Amy and Elizabeth dead to the world on the bed.

I moved over to Jane and touched her bare shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open, and she groaned. I knelt and began to untie her ankles. Soon she was free and I helped her get her cramped body out of the chair. She groaned again as she rose to her bare feet. She appeared to about to say something.  Pressing my finger to her lips, I pointed to Amy and Elizabeth sound asleep on the bed.  Jane nodded and we made our way slowly out of the bedroom, giving Jane's cramped muscles time to adjust to their freedom, closing the door silently behind us.

"God. Don't ever sleep tied to a chair. That's all I have to say." Jane was rolling her neck and shaking her legs out.

"Cramped?"

"A bit. Is that bacon I smell?"

"Yup."

"Bet I don't get any."

"Why not?"

"Really?" I nodded.

The look of wonder on her face. Just like a child. She raised up on her toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"This slave is so very hungry. She thanks her master for his kindness."

Back to the slave talk. She was getting pretty good at it. By this time we had made our way back out to the kitchen area. Christi turned away from the eggs she was cooking and made a face at Jane. Guess she probably heard the last "slave" sentence. Her look was one of those don't-humour-him looks. I gave her a withering glance and she grinned again, sticking out her tongue and returned to her task.

I guided Jane to one of the chairs. She sat, trying to adjust her hands still cuffed behind her.

With a mischievous grin, Jane looked up at me. "A slave cannot eat her breakfast with her wrists handcuffed, can she?"

"I guess we'll just have to do something about that." I was wondering what the heck had gotten into these two this morning. Both mischievous.  Teasing. I  guess they were just feeling perky. Maybe they were morning people.  Amazing what a good rest would do.

Christi carried the plates of food to the table and placed a plate at each setting. A cup of coffee beside her's and Jane's plate.

"So, how do you like being served by the naked chef?" She flung her arms out.

Unsure of all this energy in the morning, I just smiled at her. That was enough for her as she settled into her seat. I suspect that she was beginning to look forward to her first decent meal in a long time.

She picked up her fork and had just about begun to dig in when I stopped her.

"Christi."

Her arm stopped midway to her plate. She turned her head, dread in her eyes. I could see it. After making her prepare everything, I wasn't going to let her eat. Her smile faded and tears began to flood into her eyes.  "Please. M-M-Master. I'm so hungry."

"Christi." I took the fork away from her. Letting her think for a second that I wasn't going to let her eat. Jane just pulled at her cuffs, smelling the food in front of her. "Christi. I should have warned you before you went to all this trouble of setting the table for three." The tears overwhelmed her eyes and the first coursed down her cheek.

"Please. Whatever I've done, I'm sorry. Please. I'm so hungry."

I tasted the bacon. She was actually a really good cook. The bacon was just the way I enjoyed it. I watched her eyes as they followed the piece of bacon from my plate to my mouth. Wanting. Longing. Not daring to eat without my permission.

I swallowed. "Christi, don't you think you should wait for me to finish."

She choked out her answer. "I g-g-guess. But my breakfast will get cold.  Please." I saw a light go on inside her head and she struggled for the words. "Please ... M-m-m-master ... y-your s-sla-ve ... please have pity on her." The last words fell out of her mouth in a rush. Damn, they were catching on quick.

I nodded to her and her face brightened.

"Eat slowly, Christi. Use your fingers. Don't wolf it down. I know you're hungry."

Jane whimpered quietly. "Please. Master. Your slave begs to be freed to eat her breakfast." I saw a way of slowing down Christi.

I shook my head watching as the tears began to fall from Jane's eyes.  I felt sorry for her. I'm sure that she was just as hungry as the rest of us.  And she hadn't even done anything to deserve punishment.

"Christi. Help Jane. Okay? One for you, one for her. She's hungry too."

Jane closed her eyes. Her face flushing. She wasn't even going to be allowed to feed herself, but had to take her food from the fingers of another woman.

Christi looked up from her breakfast and gave Jane a reassuring look. She reached over to Jane's plate and brought a piece of bacon to her lips.  Jane, still flushed accepted the food and swallowed hungrily.

I finished my breakfast far before Christi and Jane, they only sharing one set of hands between the two of them. I sat back and watched the girls interact. After the initial discomfort it looked like Jane was actually getting into being fed. Smiling, and docilely waiting for Christi to get back to her. God, it was nice having the two bare beauties at the breakfast table. One feeding the other like a child. Eating with nude women.  Nothing quite like it.

I watched as Christi finished off Jane's plate. Mopping up the last of the yolk with the toast and placing it into Jane's mouth. Jane licking at her fingers. Finally, finishing the last of her own breakfast and licking the last crumbs from her own fingers. She didn't even seem to mind not being allowed to use cutlery.

Fed, the girls seemed to be a bit happier. They settled down and relaxed a bit. Christi turned her gaze to me.

"Can I ask what we are going to be doing today, without you getting mad at me?"

"Sure."

Her brow furrowed, not realizing that I was playing with her.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I liked keeping them off balance. And they had been more than irritating with their cheerfulness this morning. *I* wasn't a morning person.

"What are we going to do?" She seemed almost, but not quite annoyed.  Puzzled.  Confused maybe.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Probably not. Let me guess. I'll be using my tongue again." She shivered.

"Maybe. I thought we might go back to visit Kimberly. She would probably be glad to see us."

"I'd almost forgotten about her. You think she's alright?"

"Probably very thirsty, hungry and aching, unless she's figured out a way of getting those clothespins off."

"Oh God." Imagining the plight of the poor girl.

"Who's Kimberly?" from Jane.

"Kimberly is the second girl he grabbed after me." Christi explained.  "Last I saw of her, she was tied into a chair, breasts bound and clothespins on her nipples. God, that must have been two days ago."

Jane winced. "That's pretty harsh. Even for you."

"This is why I think we better go see to her. Even if it's just to return her to her own time. I may be cruel, but I don't think it is necessary to kill anyone. Least of all by starvation."

Christi got up and began to clear the table, dumping the dishes in the sink.  I watched as the nude girl ran some water into the sink and quietly washed the dishes. Probably thinking about the horrible experience that Kimberly was going through.

She finished and then came and knelt by my feet. Her hands resting easily on my thigh.

I sat there thinking for a few minutes, the girls knew better than to disturb me when I was thinking. Finally, I handed Christi the key to Jane's handcuffs and bade her release Jane.

As Jane's wrists came free she remarked, "You couldn't have done that before breakfast, could you?" She rubbed her wrists. Been in confinement for a hell of a long time.

"Janey, then I wouldn't have seen Christi feed you." She flushed. "Quite erotic actually."

"You are a bastard, you know that?"

"Yup." Mischievous grin of my own.

"You two care to have a shower?"

"Oh God. Please. I feel so dirty," Christi said.

Jane looked shrewdly at me. "Hot water?"

Christi chimed in as well. "Please don't make us take another cold shower."

I looked at Jane. "You want hot water?"

I watched as she consciously slipped into slave mode. It was something to see. Her eyes even changed. Became softer somehow. She knew that I wanted her to beg and if she begged enough I'd let her have what she wanted.  She immediately slipped to the floor onto her knees.

"Master? Please. Have pity on a worthless slave? Please allow her hot water? It was so cold last time. Your poor slave was shivering. Please allow your dumb slave to shower with hot water. Please." She actually managed to get her eyes to brim with tears as she begged. No shame. She knew that this was the only way to get anything extra from me. She had nothing else with which to bargain.

I felt my body react. Seeing her naked, on her knees. Begging for something as simple as hot water in the shower. I was completely erect; so turned on.  And she seemed so sincere. She knew she had to beg or she was showering in the freezing cold spray again. It didn't take much to get to me.

"Go on you two. Hot as you like. But be quick."

They jumped to their feet and practically ran out of the kitchen. I just shook my head. Who would have thought, two days ago that I'd be so completely controlling such beautiful women. I'll bet they would never have guessed either.

I casually strolled to the bathroom and walked in. No need to knock.  The steam from the shower assaulted me as I wandered in. I could hear the two of them splashing about in the shower. I doubt if they even knew I was there. I actually heard Christi laugh as she dropped the soap. I watched and listened to the two girls for about ten minutes before Jane slipped out of the shower. Her bare body dripping. I suppose that it wasn't often that they had privacy or pleasure. The simply pleasure of hot water running over their sore bodies revitalized them. Jane looked positively radiant.

As she stepped out of the shower, I watched her jump as she realized I was in the bathroom with them. Then she smiled, casting her eyes downward, "A slave thanks her master for letting her take a hot shower."

Her mischievous grin played at the corner of her pretty mouth as she tried her best to keep a straight face. Finally, giving up, she minced over to where I was leaning on the counter, stood on her toes and gave me a quick kiss. "You know," she said to me, "if it wasn't for you being a complete bastard every so often it might actually be pleasant being here." She playfully tossed her hair, catching me with drops of water. She danced away before I could react and give her a swat.

Her words caught me a bit off guard. But she didn't seem to expect an answer from me. She just grabbed the towel off the towel bar and began the process of drying herself. Christi peeked out around the shower curtain.

They both seemed to be in an odd mood today. "Can a slave have a few more minutes? This water feels wonderful to her." I nodded to her.

I shook my head wondering where all the sudden submissiveness came from.  Perhaps they had just figured out that their submissiveness wasn't too hard to affect and drastically made life easier for them. Damn, it was hard to say no to a naked woman trying so hard to please. And I was beginning to suspect that they knew that. Must have been hard for them, though.  Especially  Jane.

Jane finished drying herself, and combed out her long brunette hair. She saw me watching her, and purposefully turned her body towards me as she ran the comb through her now clean locks.

After she was done, she looked at me. Christi was just stepping out of the shower, turning it off as she left.

Jane asked me, "Do you want us in make up?"

"Sounds good." I shrugged. I didn't actually care, not a huge make-up man. And these girls didn't really need make-up. "Not going to dry your hair?"

"Never do. You want me to?"

I shrugged. Couldn't think of why I should make her dry her hair. She just bent to the counter and picked up some of Amy's makeup and began to lightly put some on. Lipstick. Some eye highlights. Nothing garish. She finished and walked over to her.

"How do I look?"

"Clean."

"Thanks." She looked a bit disappointed.

"Clean is good. You look gorgeous. No nail polish?"

"Do you like a woman in nail polish?"

I nodded. She smiled. "Red or purple?" She held up the only two bottles that Amy had on the counter.

I pointed to the red. And she bent to her task fingers and toes. Christi was just finishing up, blow drying her blonde mane. Silently, she set about making herself up as well. She used a little more than Jane, but they both looked drop dead gorgeous after they were done. Damn, had they only known how good they looked and how close they had just come to having sex right then and there.

While waiting for the nail polish to dry, Jane decided to push her luck.  "Please, can't we put on some clothes? We'll be good. I promise. I'm so tired of being naked."

I smiled at her. "Jane, I'd get used to the nude look. That's one thing that you're not even going to be able to beg for and get. You're welcome to try, I like you begging, but I'll give you advance warning. I like you naked more than I like the begging."

She just hung her head. "You can't blame a girl for trying."

I touched her head, motioned to Christi. I'd carried in two pairs of handcuffs.  I just pointed to the cuffs and watched as Jane picked up the first pair, Christi the second. With a plaintive look, but seeing that it would do her no good to argue, Jane wrapped the first cuff around her right wrist. She started to put her hands behind her to close the left cuff but I stopped her with another touch.

"In front is okay, this time."

She smiled gratefully and managed to close the other cuff in front of her.  Christi did the same. I stepped back and just enjoyed the sight of these beautiful creatures handcuffing themselves for me.

After their wrists were secure in front of them, I reached forward and traced a finger down Jane's right breast. Her skin was silky soft from the shower.  She just stood still, even when my finger traced over her erect nipple. I motioned Christi over and elicited a gasp from her as I repeated the action on her left breast.

I placed my hands on their upper arms, relishing the feel of their soft skin and walking slowly between them, I guided them from the bathroom and out into the living area.

I handed the pack to Christi, who grasped it in her bound hands without complaint. We made our way to the underground parking garage under the hotel.  Christi and Jane cringing as they were forced to walk along in their clean bare feet in the dusty garage. It wasn't long before we spied a middle aged woman just leaning down to enter her car. Some kind of Toyota.

I pointed her out to Christi and Jane.

"Whatcha think of that?"

Jane had been through this before at the mall. She replied, "What do you want us to think? She's pretty."

"Actually, she's not particularly attractive to me." I wandered up to her and pried the keys out of her frozen hand. "But she has wheels. Not pretty wheels. But we can pick up better wheels as we go." I looked at the Camry in disgust. I concentrated and the car was released from the Time freeze.

I opened the driver side door and motioned for Christi to get behind the wheel. Opening the back, I had Jane slip into the back seat. I walked around the car and slipped into the shotgun seat. I reached around and belted the girls into their seats. Brushing their bare bodies as I did.  Safety first.

I handed Christi the keys. She grasped them in her bound hands and just looked at me.

"Please, can't we take off the handcuffs? It is so hard to drive in them."

"Christi. It's an automatic. Just go slow. We aren't in a huge rush."

"Oh God. Okay. But don't blame me if we crash."

"Christi, you know whose hide it will come out of if you crash us."

She paled, but struggled the keys into the ignition. The car started without a problem and Christi struggled with the steering wheel to back it up.  Soon, she had maneuvered us out of the parking garage and onto the main street.

"Where to, Cap'n?" she joked.

"Your place. The hardware store."

"Oh yeah." She grew a little more solemn as she remembered where we were going.

We moved slowly. I kept myself entertained by occasionally running my hand across Christi's thigh. It distracted her a number of times. We almost ended up in the ditch. But she didn't seem to mind. The girls were getting a bit more comfortable with the fact that I controlled them. I could touch them whenever I wanted. I could punish them whenever I wanted. And I could reward them if I chose. I found it flabbergasting that anyone could fall into being an object so easily. I honestly was expecting more trouble from my captives. But they had almost all fallen into whatever routine would cause them the least pain and punishment. And that meant obeying.  Without question.

Christi began having some difficulty in some of the more heavily traveled areas of the route. Frozen traffic getting in the way. After some maneuvering she managed to get us around it. She was doing alright for a naked woman in handcuffs.

I'd almost begun to doze off, when I felt the car slow and finally stop.

"We're here, Cap'n," Christi announced brightly.

I softly chastised her. "I know you are only kidding, Christi, but I prefer Sir or Master. Not Cap'n."

Her face fell a bit, but nothing was going to dampen this girl's spirits today.  "Yes sir. Are you ever going to tell us who you are? Your real name?"

I smiled at her, but ignored the question.

I reached around the car, releasing their seatbelts. I climbed out of the car and watched the two girls struggle with the doors, their cuffed hands making it difficult to maneuver out of the vehicle.

As we approached the familiar store, I saw Christi hesitate. This was a bit close to home for her. Probably reminding her of her own initial capture.

Christi spoke up. "Do you think she'll be alright?"

"I think so. Uncomfortable as all hell, but she should be alright.  Christi, I want you to raid the front of the store. Get candy. Chocolate.  Anything.  She's going to be really hungry. Janey, find an office. Get water. She's going to be more thirsty than hungry. And if she doesn't get rehydrated she won't be alright much longer. Okay? Meet me in the middle of the store."

I took the pack from Christi's fingers.

The girls scrambled to do my bidding as soon as we entered the store.

I walked to the center of the store where Kimberly was still tied to the chair. She had knocked the chair over in her struggles over the last couple of days. She appeared to be sleeping, her bare bound breasts rising and falling shallowly in her sleep. One clothespin, from her right breast had come off, probably when she knocked the chair over. The one on her left breast was still attached to her nipple. I walked over to the fallen chair and righted it. She came awake as I moved the chair back into an upright position.

"Oh thank God," she croaked. Her voice sounded like sandpaper. No wonder, this creature hadn't been allowed water or food in two days.

"Glad to see me?" I asked her, standing in front of her.

She pulled very weakly at the bonds holding her to the chair. She just hung her head and nodded.

"I thought I was going to die here. That you weren't ever coming back. You're not going to let me die are you? I don't want to die. God I hurt."

Christi wandered around the corner, her bound arms full of chocolate bars.  She unceremoniously dumped them to the floor and then knelt behind them.

Kimberly's eyes widened at the sight of Christi. Looked longingly at the candy.

"God. Food. Please. God. Please let me have some water. Please let me out of these ropes." She began to pull against the ropes.

Jane joined us, carrying a large thermos in her hands. I retrieved the thermos from her grasp and relieved of her charge, she quietly knelt in the aisle.

"Stay there. Okay?"

Jane nodded and spoke to me, "That was the only thing I could find. Hope that's okay?"

I twisted off the top and took a quick mouthful of water. Cold. Over the top of the thermos I could see Kimberly's eyes watching me drink. So easily.  Her so uncomfortable. Must have been a torture in itself. I sat down in front of Kimberly on the floor and she began to beg. Unashamedly.

"Please. I'm so thirsty. I don't want to die of thirst. Please have mercy.  I haven't done anything to you. I hurt so much. Why do you want to hurt me?"  The parched girl began to cry. I was surprised that she had enough water in her system to even manufacture tears. But there they were. Big tears, slowly making their way down her cheeks.

I glanced back at Jane, she had her eyes closed as though she was in pain.  She opened them and looked at me. Slowly, she got to her knees and shuffled out to where I was sitting.

"You bastard. You don't have any idea of the pain she is in, do you?"

I just shook my head and dribbled some water over Kimberly's bare foot. So close. That bottle of water, the only thing she wanted in the world. In my hands. Tears falling down her face.

Jane continued. "I know that I'm going to get punished for this, but I've got to help her." She reached forward and gently took the bottle from my hands.  I let her, curious how far she would take this.

Jane rose to her feet. And approached the chair with the softly weeping woman.

"Honey. Kimberly. You don't know me. I'm Jane. Please stop crying. Please."  She stroked her hair.

Kimberly began to beg Jane. "Please have mercy on me. God. Water. What have I ever done to you? Please have mercy. I'm so thirsty. Please."

"Kimberly. Honey. Listen to me. I'm not in control here. I'm just his dumb slave. Just like you. Listen to me. Please, god, listen to me. I'm already getting punished for even being here. Okay? Please, I can't give you the water until he says I can or he might kill me. I'm already risking punishment like you wouldn't imagine."

"What do I have to do? I'll do anything. Please. God. Water."

"Tell him that. Beg. Please. Call him Master." Jane bent to her ear and whispered to the crying girl. Something I couldn't make out. Probably telling her what to say. What might make me allow her the water she so desperately wanted. Jane straightened, "Please, Kimberly. For me. It's not that hard once you get used to it."

Jane turned to me. "Master? Please have mercy on a stupid slave? Slave Kimberly, she'll die without this water. Please. This slave knows that she is going to be punished. Punish her all you want, but please let Slave Kimberly drink. Please." Tears had begun to form in Jane's eyes as well.

Kimberly took a deep breath. I imagine Jane told her to talk like her.  Knowing that eventually I'd let up and let her drink.

"Please, m-m-master. I ... Th-this sl-sl-slave ... is so very thirsty.  She doesn't want to die. Pl-please let her dr-drink some water. I'll ...she'll fuck you if you want. I ... she will crawl for you. Anything. Please m-master."

From my position still sitting on the floor, I figured that I had put her through enough. I rose to my feet and casually removed the clothespin from Kimberly's left breast.

She wailed, "Ahhhhhhhh. Oh my God. I thought that my tits were numb. Oh God. My nipple." The blood was rushing back into the tortured nipple. She collapsed into crying again. Giving up. Just hanging in her ropes.

I dropped the clamp onto the floor at her feet.

"Jane?" She turned to me, half expecting her punishment now. "Jane, take a mouthful of water. Don't swallow it." Obediently, Jane did as I asked.  Her eyes wide. Questioning. Her cheeks distended with the water.

"Give it to Kimberly."

Kimberly managed to croak out. "Thank-you. Oh God. Thank-you." I'm not sure if she was thanking me or Jane.

Jane bent down to the bound girl and gave her the water from her mouth.  Her lips pressed against Kimberly. Kimberly swallowed the warmed water hungrily, her throat working. Gasping as Jane pulled away. Jane just looked at me. Her eyes clouding at the humiliation of having to be a glass for this stranger.

The vision of Jane, standing there nude as the day she was born, feeding the bound woman water from her mouth was intensely arousing. The look of humiliation on Jane's face; the relief on Kimberly's. This wasn't my primary reason of forcing Jane to do this. Kimberly was deeply dehydrated. If she had gulped the cold water like she undoubtedly wished she could, then she would have really regretted it. Her body rejecting the cold fluid. I didn't need a sick girl on my hands. This way, Kimberly was getting what she needed in measured, warm quantities. Something her body could use. The humiliation aspect was only secondary in this case. Though I did enjoy watching it.

I nodded to her. "No more than half that flask. No matter how she begs. OK?"

Jane began to alternately fill her own mouth and press her mouth to Kimberly's exchanging a mouthful of water at a time to the girl. Kimberly closing her eyes. Not caring about the humiliation. Just drinking the life giving fluid.

Finally, the flask was half empty. I could see the colour returning to Kimberly's face and body. Her energy returning as her body absorbed the water. I let her rest for a few minutes.

She looked at me. "Please, sir. Some more?"

"All right. But you have to work for the other half bottle."

Kimberly didn't care. She just nodded her head. Anything to get more water.

I walked behind the chair she was bound to and slowly lowered her backwards onto the floor. Her back pressing against her bound hands. She grunted a bit at the shifting weight but didn't complain about the awkward position.

"What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me."

"Christi, come here." The girl obediently rose to her bare feet and padded over with a look of fright in her eyes. The girls really detested when I got to playing. "Before we give Kimberly any more water, I want to punish Jane for her impertinence."

"Please. She didn't do anything. She was only trying to help. I ..."

"Christi."

"But she didn't give her any water until you said. Please don't hurt her."

"Christi? You want to be next?"

"Oh God. What do you want me to do?"

"Tie her to that rack." I indicated a display rack in the aisle.

"Please?" But she was already approaching Jane who, resigned since she broke position, didn't resist. I threw the keys to Jane's cuffs to Christi who caught them with some trouble with her own cuffed hands. Soon Jane was free and standing spread-eagled against the display rack. Holding still while Christi struggled with some rope to tie her in place. Tears began to form in Jane's eyes as I approached her with the riding crop.

"Oh God. Please no. I didn't do anything. I didn't give her the water.  Oh God. Not the boobs. Please have mercy."

"You want them tied as well?" She shook her head. "Then shush."

"Please Master. A stupid slave is curious how many strokes she is going to suffer? Please."

"Five. Hard."

"Oh God." I watched as she braced herself for the pain. No way to avoid it.  Hands and ankles bound securely. Couldn't move. Naked. No protection from the crop.

Christi knelt, crying softly at Jane's feet. I glanced over my shoulder.  Kimberly was trying to watch as best she could. Tears in her eyes.  Feeling like she was the one that had caused this. Jane was only trying to help her.

"Please Master. Can't a slave convince you not to hit her? Please?" She looked at me as seductively as she could. Trying to control her fear and the tears.

Without any further hesitation I brought the crop down hard against her right breast. The crop actually sunk into the pliant flesh. The sound like a gunshot.  Scaring her. The sound reaching her, the sight of her crazily bouncing bare breast reaching her before the agony.

"Oh Christ." As the pain hit. "Not the boobs. Oh my God. Please God, have mercy. It hurts. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh Christ. Please.  Please. Please. Please." I didn't even let her recover before the next stroke hit her left breast just below the nipple. "No. Please. No more."

I let her recover a bit.

"Oh Christ. You fucking bastard. You don't have any idea how much that hurts. Shit. Mercy."

"Three more."

"Three more you bastard. Don't drag it out. God. Please don't hit me anymore."

Christi was just silently crying on her knees.

"Ready?"

She gritted her teeth and nodded. I took careful aim, but missed anyway.  The next stroke caught her across the tops of both breasts instead of the nipples where I was aiming.

"Oh Jesus. It hurts. Ahhhhhh. Argh. Please no more. I'm begging you. Please."

I didn't let the pain fade from the last stroke before I brought the instrument down hard across both nipples.

"Not my nip ... Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh Lord Jesus. My God. The pain. I can't take anymore. I'll crawl for you. I'll fuck you. Oh Jesus Christ shit. My poor boobs. Oh Christ. Please no more."

She was just about pulled her arms and legs out of their sockets trying to escape the ropes holding her for the lash. Tears falling unashamedly from her eyes. Four pretty red welts beginning to form on her bare breasts.

Christi leaned forward and grasped my leg. Her eyes pleading for me to stop hitting Jane.

"One more, Janey. You can take it?"

"Christ. You bastard. What can I do to convince you not to hit me?  Please?"

"You have nothing to bargain with, Jane. You know that. I'll hit you if I want to."

"Oh you cocksucking bastard."

"You're in pain. I'll forgive you that."

"Oh Christ. I'm sorry. It just hurts so much. You have no idea. Please don't hit my boobs again. I'll do anything for you. Just no more."

"You know why you are being punished?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

She drew her breath in as she wrestled the pain down. Her breasts heaving with her rapid breathing.

"Because I disobeyed. I moved without permission. And I tried to help her without permission. But you were torturing her. Please. You were being so cruel. I couldn't stand it. Please. God. Don't hit me again. She was dying."

"Okay."

"What?"

"Okay. I won't hit your breasts again." I felt between her legs. Her face flushed as she realized what I was doing. Checking her. She was sopping wet and she knew it. I knew that she hated that. When her body betrayed her.  Getting off on the abuse. Her head hated it so much.

"What, you want to fuck me instead? I will. Gladly."

"No. Just wondering whether to give you the last one between the legs or on the face."

"Oh God." She quickly realized that there were worse places to hit a girl than the breasts. She'd seen me hit her mother between the legs. The reaction.  And I hadn't hit her mother hard there.

"You want to choose?"

"Oh God. Hit my breasts if you have to hit something. Oh god please don't hit me again."

I idly swung the crop up between her legs before she could say anything else. It wasn't a hard hit, but I felt the crop sink deep between her lips. Felt it connect. I had no idea how hard to hit a woman there without seriously damaging them. I just wanted her to feel it. Knowing I could have hit her unbearably hard there. As it was, her mouth opened in a soundless scream finally falling through the octaves into the range of human hearing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she just wailed. Finally, taking a few deep breaths and swearing. Cursing me. "Oh good Christ. I thought the boobs were bad. Oh Christ. My pussy. My clit. It's on fire. Please no more. I'll do anything. Never. Argh. Oh God. Please, let me go. Let my hands go.  Oh God. Mercy."

I motioned to Christi, and the softly crying girl began to untie Jane's now bruised wrists. As soon as Jane's right hand was free she dropped it.  Pressing into her crotch. Trying to ease the pain. If this hurt her that much, I couldn't imagine the reaction to a harder stroke. I guess the female of the species is sensitive down there. Duh.

As soon as the ropes fell away from her body, Jane fell to the floor curling her bare body up and rocking. Trying to ease away the pain. I gave her a few minutes to ease up on her bawling and then order her to her knees. She managed to stop sobbing. Rose to her knees. Still sniffling.

"Hands behind your head." I wanted her hands away from her groin.

She complied. "Good Christ that hurts. God, I wish I could make you feel a tenth of that pain. Please don't hit me anymore. You are going to tear me apart."

I felt between her vaginal lips. Sopping. I could smell her heat from where I was crouching. I saw Christi give me a jealous look as I ran my hands over Jane's abused body. I ignored her for now.

Jane just whimpered and turned red at the inspection of her body.

"May a slave speak?"

I nodded.

"Master. You slave thanks you for being lenient."

This shocked me. After all that abuse she was still able to fall into slave talk. And that she had remembered her lesson from yesterday. She knew damn well that I could have hit her until she passed out. Tormented her in other ways far more uncomfortable. The pain from the cropping would be with her for a while, but it would fade reasonably quickly. In a sense, I was being lenient with her. But her perception of her transgression was fairly exaggerated by her situation.

She had no power at all. Nothing to bargain with. She knowingly did something that would bring her punishment. She could only accept that punishment because of her position. Naked. Slave. She could only hope that the punishment was worth the transgression.

I suspect that she was surprised that she only got five strokes. She probably had assumed that the punishment was going to be much worse than it was. She had been punished more harshly than that for no apparent reason. So I could see why she thought that she was in for hell with that crop. And why she had assumed that I was being lenient.

However, I had punished her only partly because of the "transgression".  In truth, it hadn't bothered me that she had tried to help the poor girl in the chair. Hell, it was just in her nature. The girl was helpless and being tormented. Jane was just a strong willed, compassionate woman. I actually would have been surprised if Jane had managed to sit still through it. It bothered me more that the willful girl had simply taken the flask from my hands without permission. That is truly for what I had punished her.  She got the lesson sort of wrong during the session, but I could forgive her that. She was in agony, after all. I was surprised she was able to come up with anything at all.

However, punishment was only a part of my intent. I still wanted, perverse as I am, to pull out those masochistic tendencies that she hated so much.  Her pussy was betraying her. And she knew it. That was the real punishment.   Not the pain, which, as she had noted, could have been so much worse.  Further, having Jane a little hot around the edges was going to serve me in my next phase.

Though I'd reasoned out her comment, I was still a little in shock. I recovered as best I could under the circumstances.

"Y-yeah. Okay, Janey. You've managed to get yourself out of wearing the nipple clamps. I *was* going to put them on you. Pretty hard to do that now.  Imp."

The imp, still gazing into my eyes managed to control a quick smirk. I watched it play across her mouth. After that cropping, I was really surprised that she could manage anything even resembling a smile. She knew damn well that she'd managed to surprise me. Clever girl. I just shook my head at the image of the willful girl, naked, kneeling, her hands behind her head. Bare breasts thrust out. Exposed nipples hardening in the cool air. Knowing that
she had managed a minor victory. And knowing that I knew.

I just closed my eyes and let her have her victory. No sense in punishing her more. I had my victory, her masochistic response to the whipping.  I guess I couldn't have everything. At least not yet.

I rose and lightly gripped her hair. Easing her down onto all fours. I used her hair gently as a leash. Having her crawl her sore body across the tiles back to Kimberly. She gasped as her breasts swung a little below her crawling body, but she didn't complain at the further humiliation.

Kimberly had fright deep in her eyes. She opened her mouth. Closed it.  Opened it again. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything. Just don't hit me. Please."

I ignored the pleading woman and had Jane kneel beside Kimberly. I used a pair of handcuffs to secure Jane's slender wrists behind her. Jane made no resistance. Not too surprising.

"Janey?"

"Yeah?" A bit sullenly.

"Straddle Kimberly's face."

"Oh God no. Not after that. You can't. Please. You know I'm straight.  You fuck me. Rape me. I don't care. Just not that. My pussy still hurts. Oh. Christ."

"Jane. You want more?" I picked back up the crop.

Silently, she shook her head. Resigned, she shuffled herself over. Having a bit of trouble with her balance because of her cuffed wrists. One knee on each side of Kimberly's head. Kimberly suddenly found herself millimeters from knowing Jane really intimately. I placed the crop down, within sight on Kimberly's belly.

Kimberly spoke up.

"Please don't make me do this. Just let me go. I can't do this. She's a woman. I've never been with a woman." She saw my raised eyebrows and corrected herself. "I've never used my tongue on a woman. Oh God. Please."

"Christi?"

She, still crying a little, crawled over. I guess she couldn't be bothered getting to her feet.

"You want me to lick her again, don't you?"

I shook my head.

"You want me to hit her then."

I smiled at her. Christi just groaned.

Kimberly began begging again.

"Please. I'm not good with pain. God. Please don't hit me. You don't have to. I'll suck her. I'll enjoy it. Please don't hit me. You'll kill me.  I'll do anything you want. I hurt enough now. Oh God. Why me?"

I answered her last question. "Kimberly? Why you? My dear, you were buying paint in the wrong store at the wrong time. And you are pretty."

"Oh God."

"Now, here's the rules. Christi, you should already know them.  Whenever I tell you, I want you to bring this crop down against her bare feet. It will be once a minute or so. Meanwhile, our chair bound woman here is going to do her level best to make Jane climax. After Jane climaxes, we stop hitting her feet. Okay?"

Christi just looked at me. Picked up the crop with her bound hands from where it lay conspicuously on Kimberly's abdomen and shuffled on her knees to the bottom end of the chair. Looked at Kimberly's bare feet, wiggling and pulling against the rope holding her.

"God. You can't expect me to do this?"

"Christi. You know better than that."

"Do you know how much this thing will hurt on the bottom of her feet.  She'll never walk again."

I looked at Jane. "You think that it will hurt as much as the one on your breasts or pussy?"

She just shook her head.

"Please have some compassion," Christi tried once more.

"I could put you on the chair, if you'd prefer."

"God, you are a monster sometimes." She glared at me. But raised the crop with her bound arms. I nodded to her.

Kimberly's toes arched as the crop fell against her instep. Her startled screech was muffled by Jane's pussy lowering to her lips. I watched as Kimberly fought back the pain from her bare unprotected feet. Tears forming as she tried to kiss Jane straddling her face.

As Jane felt the first touches of Kimberly's mouth her breath left her body in a whoosh. "Oh God," she breathed. I was sure that she was still really turned on from the whipping. However much her mind told her that she shouldn't be.

I got Jane's attention. "You still don't think I can't get you hot enough to beg for a climax?"

"Oh Christ. You are a monster."

"Jane. I don't want you to climax without permission. Got that?"

"Oh God. What's the point of this then? Kimberley, in pain?"

"I'm sure that you can convince me to allow you to climax."

I motioned to Christi to give Kimberly another stroke. She closed her eyes but did as she was told. Kimberley struggled against her bonds and screamed into the pussy against her mouth. Jane closed her eyes as Kimberly's mouth pressed into her harder. Perhaps the vibration of the scream causing her to feel a different sensation. My mind wandered briefly to the wonderful feeling of Amy, crying with me deep in her mouth. The sound from the crying
actually giving me more sensation. I imagine that this was what Jane was feeling. Though in a different way, of course.

Recovering, Jane looked at me again.

"Oh God. You want me to beg. Beg for a climax. Never. If I do, it will only be because you forced me to. To end Kimberly's suffering. You know I can't stand to watch it."

"We'll see. I'm serious. Hold yourself at the edge, but don't you dare go over.  You do, and I swear I'll whip Kimberly into unconsciousness in front of you.  Of maybe we'll go see how Elaine is doing."

"You bastard. Okay. But I'm not begging you to let me come."

"Of course not."

I motioned for Christi to give the feet in front of her another stroke. Closing her eyes again. She did. Kimberly went wild in her bonds. Desperately trying to get her feet away from the stinging blows. Crying as she worked on Jane.

"Jane. Lean back."

"Why?"

Seeing my look, she leaned herself back as far as she was able and still have contact with Kimberly's tongue. I picked up the flask and dribbled some water down onto Jane's flat stomach around her belly button. Gravity pulled the water down, through the fine down covering her crotch. Kimberly jumped as she felt the wetness that wasn't female lubrication.

I crouched down to the girl and whispered in her ear.

"Kimberly, that's water I just ran down to you. You can drink that. Okay?"

I doubt if the woman even realized that she needed permission to drink it.  I had seen her throat greedily drinking the liquid mixed with Jane's secretions. At this point, I doubt if she would have cared if I made her drink out of a puddle of mud. As long as she got water to ease the thirst pains.

I motioned for Christi to give her another stroke.

"But sir. Her feet."

I wandered back to where Christi was kneeling. I checked out the feet tied in front of me. Kimberly still desperately trying to get away from the lash. There were three angry welts in the soles of Kimberly's bare feet.  The last stroke had broken the skin a bit. Must have hurt like hell.

I knelt down beside Christi. "Take it easy, tiger. I don't mind if she can't walk. That's what women's knees are for. But, seriously. Careful.  Don't break the skin again. Got it?"

Christi was crying. "I just didn't want to be punished for being too light on her. Please."

"It's okay. Relax. Make her feel it. But not that hard. I don't want blood all over the place."

I was bit surprised that Christi had hurt the girl as much as she did. I had the girls do the hitting so that I wouldn't get carried away. Bad move, by the look of it. I kept forgetting Christi's dominant side. But I was quite sure that she hadn't done the damage intentionally.

Christi tentatively raised the whip again and brought it down against Kimberly's left inset. A lighter red mark appeared, and a lot of struggling by the bound woman, but that seemed a bit better.

"That's fine. Keep it up."

"How long are you going to make her suffer."

"Until the water is gone."

"God."

We kept that up for about fifteen minutes. Kimberley screaming as the crop fell uncaringly against the bottom of her bare feet. Jane concentrating on Kimberly's tongue. Concentrating on not climaxing. I could see it in her face that she was taking me seriously about holding herself on the edge. Twice lifting herself off Kimberly's mouth as Kimberly screamed at the pain in her feet; lifting herself to cut off the stimulation.  Stopping herself from climaxing without permission.

After fifteen minutes I had finally emptied the thermos over Jane's stomach.  I was pretty sure that Kimberly had gotten most of the precious liquid. She was going to need more, but she was being pretty cooperative while she needed the water. I'd give her more as we progressed, but I'd have to send Jane to get it. I wasn't ready to release Jane from her duties yet.

Jane finally opened her eyes and saw me watching her.

She hissed. "You bastard. I won't beg you."

"Kimberly is going to hurt a lot then."

"You goddamn bastard."

I nodded. And I reached out and grasped one of Jane's erect nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I began to increase the pressure. Carefully twisting the nubbin of flesh. Intently watching her face as she struggled with the pain in her breast. Finally she cried out softly. But didn't tell me to stop. Still didn't beg. Strong girl. I reached out and did the same to her other nipple. This time it didn't take as long before she was moaning with the pain.

I heard the crop fall again on Kimberly's feet and the tortured scream from the bound lady, pushing against Jane's vagina. I could see her tongue darting.  Touching. Caressing the suffering woman.

I began to lightly slap Jane's breasts. Loving the sound and the feel of her beneath my hand. Loving her soft cries. Alternating, light slap. Caress.  Jane gasped at the first blow, and sighed at the caresses. Kimberly still hurting and working between Jane's legs. The slaps were really only for effect. Though I'm sure that she felt the blows, there is no way they hurt anywhere near how much the crop must have. They just sounded worse than they were.

I watched as Jane pressed herself down against Kimberly's soft tongue.  Feeling my hands at her bare breasts. Pulling weakly against the handcuffs.  Shifting her weight on her knees. Another blow to Kimberly's feet. Another to Jane's heaving breasts. Jane forced to raise herself from Kimberly's mouth.  Knowing the penalty for climaxing without permission. Wanting it. Not being able to stop herself from lowering herself back to the soft love from Kimberly's mouth. Struggling with herself.

Finally, she groaned as I landed a harder blow to her heaving breasts. Stung my hand a little.

"God. Please."

"Please what, Jane?"

"Oh God. I can't stand it any longer. Please."

"What do you want, Jane?"

"Oh God. Hit me."

"Huh?" I wasn't expecting that.

"Hit my boobs harder, goddamn it."

"Why?" I rolled with it.

"Please. Oh God. I don't believe I'm going to do this. Please. I need to come. Shit. Please let me climax. Please stop hitting her."

Another scream from Kimberly.

"Hit my boobs. Hard. Please. You bastard. Hit me."

I let my hand fall a little harder on her bare breasts. Slapping them. Her breasts dancing on her chest from my slaps and her own movement.

"Harder. Goddamn it."

Pressing herself onto Kimberly's tongue. Forcing herself to rise again on her knees. Moving away from the stimulation. Not letting herself come. Knowing I hadn't yet allowed her.

"Please. Master. A slave is begging for her release. She needs to climax.  Please stop hitting Kimberly. Oh my God. Hit my boobs. Please, sir, your slave needs to come. Please let her come. Please ... please."

Mixing her slave talk. But even completely distracted, she managed to do a passable job. A bit confusing who she was talking about, but it didn't matter. She had settled herself back down on Kimberly's face. I reached forward and gripped her hair at the base of her head. I slowly increased the pressure until Jane's head began to bend backwards.  Exposing her soft throat. Her body shaking and heaving. Trying to control her orgasm.

"Oh God. Yes. Hurt me. Please let your slave climax. God. I can't stop it much longer. Please God. Let him allow me to come. Please. I can't take it."

I timed it with the last stroke to Kimberly's bare feet. The exhausted woman screamed again with the pain settling into the bottom of her feet. I gave Jane's hair a final hard yank, while giving her an extra hard slap to the right breast, catching her nipple. She cried out as I whispered in her ear, "You can climax."

I'll never know if she began before I whispered it, or if she managed to wait for the permission. Either way, I wasn't about to punish her. She exploded in her orgasm. Pulling her head away from my grasping hand.  Almost smothering Kimberly with the force of the orgasm. Her whole body tensing and shuddering. She was just about to come down when another wave took her and I leaned back watching the woman shudder through another orgasm, crying out in pain and pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but realistically was probably only fifteen seconds or so, she collapsed.  Simply fell to the side, without the use of her hands. Crumpling on the floor.  Trying to catch her breath. Bare breasts heaving. Softly crying.

I watched as Kimberly pulled her tongue back into her mouth. Working it around. Trying to get the taste off and work the cramps out of it.  Christi, stunned, just dropped the crop on the floor and crawled as quickly as she could to Jane's fallen form. Gathering the sobbing woman into her lap as best she could. Comforting her. Kimberly softly crying as well.

I left them alone for a few minutes and then approached Christi and Jane.

Jane looked up from Christi's bare lap and fixed me with a steady gaze, her eyes teary.

"You were right, you bastard."

Surprised. "I was?"

Her face flushed completely. Bright red. "And you know it. You made me beg.  And it wasn't just to stop Kimberly's pain, you bastard," she said to me accusingly. "God." Her eyes brimmed with tears again and she fell into more gentle crying again. Softly. "What am I going to do? Oh God. I hate myself."

Christi looked up at me, swallowed. "M-m-master?" she said. "Please sir. I know she doesn't have the privilege of privacy. But please sir.  She's hurt.  More than if you'd whipped her. Please. I'll take care of her. Promise.  Please?"

I nodded. I didn't really know how to handle the sobbing woman anyway. I'd managed to get myself into the situation, and I'm sure that had I tried, I could have resolved it. Somehow. But I was also sure that Christi was right. Right now, she just needed to be left alone. Especially by me.  This was only something another woman might understand. And Christi had picked up the pieces of other women that I'd pushed too far. I rose quietly to my feet, picked up the thermos and simply walked away. Listening to Jane sob.  Christi whispering to her. Trying to comfort her.

I found the office. Door ajar. I quickly refilled the thermos with cold water and sat down at the table. I relaxed for a few minutes. Confident that the women wouldn't try anything. I still had plans for Kimberly before I decided what to ultimately do with her.

I slowly made my way back to the captives. I was careful walking back.  This was a hardware store after all. All I needed was for Christi or Jane to decide that an axe in my head might make life easier on them.  Normally, I doubt if they would've taken the chance of failing. But I'd pushed them pretty hard this morning. Especially Jane. They didn't realize the dangers. Neither did I fully understand them. Regardless, an axe in the brain didn't sound like much fun. Better safe than sorry. I kept my eyes open on the return trip.

I made my way back to the center of the store uneventfully. The women were where I had left them. Behaving. I stood at the periphery of the aisle where the women were. I watched them as Christi spoke quietly to the still upset woman in her lap. Kimberly, forgotten, just crying softly to herself. Her still bound breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing.

Christi turned around as I approached. She mouthed that Jane was alright.  I smiled and nodded and Christi bent her head, giving Jane her attention.  Jane was a really strong woman. She would be okay. But I had known that from the start. Christi was only making it a bit easier on her.

I knelt beside Kimberly. I spoke softly to the tormented woman.

"You okay?"

She just nodded.

"You want some more water?"

"Please, master." She must have been still really thirsty to use the "master".

"In a moment. Okay?"

She just nodded. Resigned that she'd get her water when I gave it to her.

"Would it do any good to beg you to let my tits out of the rope. It's been two days. Please."

"You don't have to beg this time. I was going to release you anyway."

She lay in her chair quietly as I began to undo the knots around her breasts. She gasped in pain as the blood rushed back into the mounds as the breasts ties were released. As she said it had been two days.

"Oh God. That hurts," she hissed. "I've never felt pins and needles on my tits before. OW." Her whole body was twitching. I was sure that the only thing she wanted to do was cradle those breasts. Her hands still tied, she just had to suffer through the discomfort.

When the pain reduced, she looked up at me. "Thank-you."

"For what?"

"For letting my tits go. You have no idea how uncomfortable that was.  I cried most of the first day you left me because of those damn ropes. I prayed that you'd come back to take those ropes off. I didn't care what else you did to me."

I idly stroked her bare breasts and she suffered the indignity in silence.

"If I untie you from that chair, will you behave?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. Remember I still have the gun, unless you want to be really uncomfortable for another two days, you'll behave. Okay?"

She nodded.

I righted the chair, taking the pressure off her bound arms. She drew in a sharp breath as her feet touched the floor. The cold tile probably causing all sorts of pain to the bottom of her abused feet. I began to loosen the knots holding her to the chair. I started at her ankles, she gasped as her legs were freed for the first time in two days. I'm quite sure that the muscles had cramped. As Jane had once noted, the human body wasn't designed to be tied into the same position for extended periods. Muscles cramped up as they unconsciously fought for movement. Although I'd never experienced such treatment, being tied up for any extended periods, I was quite sure that Jane was telling the truth when she said that it hurt.  Kimberly moved her legs around in the air as soon as they were free, completely oblivious to the show she was giving me. Wiggling her toes. Gasping at the muscles which had suddenly made themselves known to her. A smile actually graced her face.  She sat still as I released her wrists from the chair. As her hands came free, she put her legs down and stood. Briefly. With a cry of pain, she dropped to her knees against the tile. Sitting back and pulling her sore feet up to see the damage the crop had inflicted. She grimaced, but made no further complaint. She just wouldn't be walking for a while, but there would be no lasting damage.

She sat quietly. I watched as circulation returned to various parts of her body. Her sitting as still as possible. Carefully shaking hands and feet trying to get the circulation going with as little pain as possible. Her face screwed up in tiny grimaces of pain as different parts of her body complained. But she'd be alright.

She looked up at me standing by her. "Please master. Some food? Water? I'll do anything for you. For just a drop of water. Please your slave is still so thirsty."

I'll bet she was.

"Give me a moment."

Not really understanding why she couldn't have the water, tears began to form, but I watched as she willed them away. She silently turned back to massaging her legs trying to get the cramps out as I wandered over to the other females.

to be continued.......