"Wh-whip me? I. I think I can do that. It would be better than having s.e.x with Kara. I mean Jane. I don't even know what I mean, I'm so scared."

"You don't know what it feels like. Look at Kara ... Jane. Now imagine that ten times worse and ten times longer."

"I. I can't have s.e.x with her. I can't."

"Yes you can. Believe me, he'll keep whipping you until you either pa.s.s out or beg to make love to her. You will do what he asks. You can't take that pain."

"I can."

"Honey. He'll whip you on your b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Between your legs. Your face. You can't take that very long. I've seen much stronger women than you begging to be raped by a dog rather than take another stroke across the nipples. You'll do anything to avoid another stroke. Trust me. It hurts."

There was another pause here. I thought I could hear the bound girl quietly weeping. I heard Christi mutter, "G.o.d. I wish I could move."

"I know," Jane's voice filtered through. "Me too."

I slowly opened the door and peeked in. Julie was hanging in her ropes. Pulling weakly at them. Crying softly. Kara just glared at me in hate as I walked in. Jane and Christi turned their heads.

Christi spoke first. "Sir? Permission to go to Julie?"

I nodded. Christi scrambled to her bare feet, her handcuffs jangling. She knelt again near Julie's bound feet and stroked the girl's thigh. Whispering to her. Trying to calm her. Julie wept, but seemed to be reacting to the female comfort. Calming a little.

Amy just looked over her gag. Trying to speak through it to get my attention. Wanting it out. I'd remove it for her, but I had some other things to take care of first.

I walked over and sat in front of Kara again.

"Well? How's the b.r.e.a.s.t.s?"

"They f.u.c.king hurt, you son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h."

"I see. You want me to take them off you?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you actually look pretty in them," I remarked casually.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"Do you want me to take them off you?"

"Yes."

"Beg."

"Beg? You f.u.c.ked up maniac. Never."

I slapped her. Not hard, but enough to remind her that she was the one tied into her chair, not able to move away. Tears sprang to her eyes as the blow settled into her face. She looked up at me again with loathing.

I reached forward and grasped the two clothespins attached to her sore nipples. I gently pulled them out from her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her face registered disbelief at the level of the pain, seconds before her mouth opened and she screamed.

"Argh. Please. Oh f.u.c.k. My nipples. Please. Please. Please. That hurts. Oh G.o.d. Let me go. I'll do what you want. I'll beg. I'll beg. Please. No. Stop."

I released her nipples and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s snapped back against her chest. She sagged in her ropes. Moaning.

I left her there and hopped off her desk. I walked to her window, waiting for her pain to subside. Kathleen was standing close to Nicole. I had a perfect view of the two bound girls on the store floor. Kathleen was on her tiptoes trying to reach the knots holding her hands. Her fingers scrabbling at the tether holding her arms up and to her cousin. Nicole was trying to give her as much slack as she could. With the handcuffs interfering and the way I'd tied the knots in the tether, Kathleen was going to have a h.e.l.l of a time even reaching the knots, much less loosening them. For now, I'd let her try.

I turned back to Kara. Stroking her hair from behind. She just sat still and suffered the touch.

I hopped back up on the desk. Facing her. Her eyes were still tearing but she had gotten the old defiance back again. She opened her mouth to say something. I slapped her again before she could get the words out.

"Ow. Please. What was that for?"

"I felt like it."

"G.o.d. Please. I was just going to tell you ..."

I slapped her again. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. Not understanding why she was being hit.

"Owowow. Please. Stop slapping me. I'll do whatever it is you want."

I slapped her again. This time she tensed for it and her face flipped to the side. Slowly she brought her face back around. I wasn't hitting her that hard. Her face would sting for a while, but there wouldn't be any lasting damage. Couple of red hand prints. I'm sure it wasn't comfortable but overall she'd be fine.

"Please?" she implored me. Not having a clue what I wanted. How she could stop me from slapping her.

I slapped her other cheek. Her head rocked. She turned back towards me. Hate burning in her eyes, but this time she kept her mouth closed. She just waited for the next slap.

I leaned back on the desk and just regarded her. Her pinned b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaving as she softly cried.

"Have you been thinking about Julie?" I asked her.

"Please."

I slapped her again. Her left cheek again. Her cheeks were getting really red. Tears were free flowing down the reddened cheeks. Her head rocked to the right and she wept there for a moment. Finally she turned her head back towards me. Beginning to understand that she wasn't to speak.

I waited a few moments and then repeated the question.

"Have you been thinking about Julie?"

This time, Kara just shook her head in the negative. I stroked her face instead of slapping it this time.

"You realize that you two are going to have s.e.x for me?"

A confused look on her face. So wanting to talk to me about this. Wanting to somehow persuade me not to play this perverse game.

She shook her head. Wrong answer. I slapped her face again. Right cheek. Her head rocked to the left. Weeping. She didn't turn her face back this time. She spoke, turned away from me.

"I can't. Please. I'll do whatever else you ... aahhhhhhh. Please. No more. f.u.c.k. That hurts. Oh G.o.d. Please. My nipples. My poor nipples. f.u.c.k. Stop. No more. Please. For the love of Christ. Stop."

I released her nipple pins. As soon as the pain faded she managed to turn her face back towards me. The spark of defiance still showed through her pain. I slapped her. Harder this time. Still not telling her why. I think she was beginning to make the connections. She speaks, she gets slapped. If she tries to avoid it, her nipples get my attention and she gets slapped anyway. Harder.

After she managed to get control of herself, she slowly turned her face back towards me. Begging with her eyes.

"You realize that you two are going to have s.e.x for me, right?"

She took a deep breath. Still wanting desperately to protest. She slowly nodded.

"Because you are going to sit there and get slapped unless you do as you are told. Right?"

She nodded again.

"So. Don't you think that you should be thinking about that nude woman currently tied to that chair over there?"

Another look of confusion crossed her face. Not wanting to answer but knowing she had to. She nodded again.

I stroked her short blonde hair. "Good girl."

Her face flushed. I could see her wanting to turn her face away in shame, but knew the consequences. Her nipples knew the consequences.

"Now. Do you want those clothespins off your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?"

A big nod. Easy to tell the truth here.

"How about having your ankles loosened?"

Another huge nod.

"Do you want to make love to Julie?"

A look of confusion crossed her face. Tears welling up again. She slowly nodded. Thinking that this was the answer I wanted. I knew that she was lying. I gave her a light slap. Not even enough to really feel compared to the others, but enough for her to know that she had done something wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Afraid. Not knowing what the h.e.l.l I wanted from her. Not being able to ask.

She slowly shook her head. Negative.

"Kara. I just want the truth. I know that you don't want to make love to her. I still am going to enjoy watching you do it, but I know that you don't want to."

She nodded. Slowly. Tears falling. She understood. She understood the pain of the slaps.

"Now. I gave you a chance to get those clothespins off your b.r.e.a.s.t.s once before. By begging. And you messed it up. So I guess that you'll have to live with them for a while. You want to beg to have your ankles loosened?"

She closed her eyes and nodded.

"You can speak now."

No hesitation this time. "Oh G.o.d. Please. I'm begging you. I can't feel my toes. They're numb. I don't want to lose them. I'm afraid. There's no circulation at all. I'll get down on my knees if you'll let me."

"Beg Jane. Not me."

Confusion crossed her face. But she was beginning to see that disobedience caused discomfort and punishment. Whether it made any sense to her or not. And she really was worried about her feet. That I could see. She was trying desperately to twist in her ankle ropes, trying to find somewhere to allow some circulation. There simply wasn't any position because of the tightness of the ropes. She could barely even twist her ankles.

"Jane? Please? I'm begging for my feet. Please? The ropes on my ankles. They are too tight. Oh G.o.d. I'm going to lose my feet. I don't want to lose them. Please. Have mercy on me. I'm not asking to be released. Just loosened. Just a bit. Please? Let me have circulation? I'm begging you."

I turned to Jane. Still on her knees behind Julie.

"Jane? You think that you can loosen these things with your hands cuffed?"

"It will take me a while. But if she cooperates ..." Jane's voice trailed off.

"You going to cooperate?" I turned to Kara.

"Yes, sir."

"Come here, Jane."

She rose to her bare feet and padded over to the desk. I had her raise her hands and I released her handcuffs letting them dangle from her left wrist. She immediately knelt and gasped as she saw the pair of blue bare feet in front of her. Her fingers immediately began to work at the knots. They were my knots so she didn't have as much trouble as if she'd tied them. In a few minutes, Kara's right foot was free of the chair leg. I watched as the pink colour returned to her lower extremity. Tears of relief dripped down her face. Jane worked on her left foot while I talked to her.

"Kara?"

She looked at me. Almost defeated.

"Are you sorry about the handcuffs?"

She slowly nodded. I actually believed that she was.

Her left foot came free of the ropes. She flexed her toes. The colour returning to her left foot as well.

Suddenly she gasped. Pain crossing her face. Pulling at her handcuffs. Tears of pain crawling down her cheeks again.

"Please. Oh G.o.d," she gasped out. "My feet. Oh my G.o.d. My feet."

"What's the matter?"

"Tingling. Pins and needles. Oh G.o.d. I can't take it." Trying to hold her bare feet still against the floor.

"Janey? Ma.s.sage her feet."

"Sir? That will hurt her."

"I know. Kara? You keep your feet still for Jane. Okay?"

"Oh G.o.d. Please don't touch .... G.o.d. Oh G.o.d. Please. I'll do anything you want. They f.u.c.king hurt. Please make her stop. Oooowwwwwww."

I let the woman suffer, eventually Jane's fingers ma.s.saging the blood back into the poor woman's feet. I could see the relief flow into her features as the pain faded.

"Jane. Retie them. But not as tight. Okay?"

Jane nodded and I hopped off the desk, leaving the tormented women to finish. I crouched in front of Julie. My forearms easily rested on her bare thighs. Christi was still kneeling there, stroking the girl. She'd raised up on her knees and was stroking the girl's long brown hair with her cuffed hands.

"Julie?"

She was still quietly sobbing. Probably scared by what I'd done to Kara.