Her lips quivering, trying to keep herself from laughing, she managed to get out an admonishment.

"You think that was funny?"

Just before I burst out laughing, she raised her small fists and began to ineffectually pound them against my chest. The cuffs making the job much harder on her. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I just about collapsed on the floor. I was holding my stomach and crying. This poor girl. I could hear her laughing as she mock hit me.

Finally, she gripped my shoulder with her hands and managed to pull me to the floor. Not like I could resist a lot. I vaguely heard Elizabeth wander into the room and remark.

"What the h.e.l.l is going on in here? Hmmmmm?"

By this time Amy had managed to straddle my chest. Pinning me down. Her bare body looking luscious as she wrestled with me.

She pretended to choke me. Not really threatening me. Just playing.

"Listen to me, you brat," she hissed at me. "That wasn't funny. I could have had a heart attack."

I just couldn't stop laughing. I felt Elizabeth's weight come down on my legs. I heard her voice distantly.

"What did he do to you?"

I managed to control the laughter for another moment. Enough to hear Amy speaking over her shoulder to Elizabeth.

"There I was. Quietly listening to AC/DC. Minding my own business. Enjoying myself for the first time in like three days. And this turkey sneaks in and turns up the stereo to like eleven. I just about had a freaking heart attack. And this bozo," I felt her fists. .h.i.t me again, "thinks it's hilarious."

I began to laugh again. Shaking the bare girls sitting on me.

I managed to gasp out. "It was freaking hilarious. You should have seen yourself."

I could feel Elizabeth begin to laugh as well. It was infectious. Finally Amy just gave up and just let herself laugh. Falling across me. Nearly smothering me with her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Finally, the giggles nearly left us.

"All I wanted was to find out what you wanted for lunch."

I could feel Amy begin to giggle again. I felt Elizabeth roll off my legs and just sit cross-legged beside us stupid people. At last the giggles were spent. My stomach hurt. But I felt better. I gently pushed Amy until she gave up and rolled off me. The bare girl just lay back on the floor and tried to stop her laughing. Tears were streaming from her eyes and she brushed at them with her bound hands. There was a shine and a smile on Elizabeth's face.

I sat up.

Elizabeth looked at the two of us with a mocking severe look on her face.

"You two quite finished yet?"

I nodded. But the question managed to get a few more giggles out of Amy.

"If you two idiots are done with your giggling, I'm hungry. What am I making?"

Amy managed to gasp out. "I'm famished. Please. How about a Club sandwich."

I looked at Elizabeth. "You know how to make a Club sandwich?"

She gave me a withering stare. "I was a waitress in a former life. I can make a Club sandwich. Geez."

I had no idea what any of the girls did in real time. Except maybe Jane. She was probably a high school student. Amy was probably a college student. But that didn't preclude employment I suppose.

I smiled at Elizabeth. "Go on. Careful though. Polly, the cook is in there. Don't let her surprise you. Make six sandwiches. Okay?"

Elizabeth gave me an odd look and carefully rose to her bare feet. To her count there was only five of us. I guess she'd find out about the newest addition to our family soon.

I looked down at Amy, still gasping for breath on the floor. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s rising and falling erratically. She opened her eyes.

"You are such an idiot." Her belly convulsed a couple more times as she tried to control the impulse to laugh. She finally succeeded. I lay back down beside her on the floor.

"I needed that." I remarked to her. "Sorry that you were the victim."

"You're sorry?" she was completely incredulous.

"Yeah. It was childish."

"You torture me for hours on end and you're not sorry, and you deafen me as a prank and you are. I'll never figure you out." Amy rose up on her elbow and looked at me. She scrambled over to me. Pressed her bare body against my clothes. "I sort of liked it up there. More comfortable than the floor." She struggled a bit but managed to get herself back up on top of me. Her weight didn't bother me. She was light enough.

Her face hung inches above mine. She ducked her head and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Traced my lips with her tongue. She gave me a quick kiss on the tip of the nose.

"Your slave Amy, thanks you," she whispered to me.

"For what?" I was completely confused.

"She needed the laugh too. It felt good. Though her stomach hurts, now."

I nodded and she smiled. She worked her body down a bit so that she was lying further down me. Her bare crotch pressed at my jeans. I could feel myself reacting to her. My legs were apart, hers were lying easily between mine. She had extended her arms above head. Almost cradling my head between her arms. Having trouble lying on her front with handcuffs. Her head lay on my chest just under my chin. Her hair smelt wonderful. She lay quietly. Not making any other s.e.xual movements. Just lying there. Breathing hard.

"You're welcome," I murmured to the girl on my chest.

We lay there like that for perhaps fifteen minutes. Amy didn't stir. I was beginning to think that she had fallen asleep, but she raised her head immediately as Elizabeth wandered in.

"Sandwiches are ready."

"Lunch time!" Amy announced from her perch. Elizabeth kind of gave us a weird look, I guess meaning the position. Amy hiked herself up me again, making me stir. She gave me a big kiss right on the lips and rolled off me. Bouncing to her feet.

I slowly sat up. Realizing that I was breathing easier without her weight on my chest. Not that I minded. I looked up at the standing girls.

"Why don't you bring three sandwiches out here. You can continue what you were doing before I so rudely interrupted you."

The girls looked like they were in shock that I wasn't going to torment them with their lunch, but hurried to obey. Elizabeth returned with two plates and handed one to me.

"You sure?" she asked me.

"What?"

"You're going to let me go back and read and eat alone?"

"Yeah?"

"Not going to make Amy feed me?"

"Elizabeth. Do you want me to?"

Her eyes widened and she straightened up. She shook her head and hurried back to the library while the getting was good. She remarked over her shoulder, "We should make you laugh more often." I guess she attributed my being nice to them to my good humour. Truth was, I simply didn't feel like tormenting them at the moment. Maybe it was the good laugh.

Amy just wandered back to the sofa and stretched out. She placed the plate on her flat stomach and, giving me a dirty look, carefully brushed her hair behind her ears and placed the headphones over them. Soon she had closed her eyes and was gently moving to the music again. Slowly eating her lunch.

I just shook my head. I couldn't believe the resilience of this girl. Yesterday she spent the entire day in horrible punishments. In pain. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s still bore the marks of the crop that I'd used on her. Her thighs, too. And today, she was laughing and voluntarily kissing me. No longer even self conscious of her bondage or nudity. Just enjoying her free time.

I doubted if I'd ever understand the female of the species. I hoped that Sheila would be as resilient after a good sleep and some loving care from Christi and Jane.

I ate my sandwich in silence, watching Amy, and thinking.

Chapter 70.

Shortly after I'd finished eating, I suddenly heard the faint sound of water flowing. Sounded like the shower running as heard from a bas.e.m.e.nt. Like in an old house I used to live in.

I sighed and rose to my feet. I poked my head in on Elizabeth. She looked up from her book as I entered the library. She had finished her sandwich and there were only crumbs on the plate.

"Lunch good?"

"Mmm-hmmm. Wouldn't mind some more. And a drink."

"Do you deserve it?"

She blushed a little as she remembered who and where she was. "I don't know," she whispered. I ultimately controlled when, what and how much she ate.

I nodded. "Go on. Make Amy another as well. And get us all some milk."

"Milk?"

"Milk."

"But there's some pop in the fridge." She looked at me hopefully.

"Milk."

She nodded. Not wanting to push things. Calcium is good for the girls. And I quite enjoyed a cold gla.s.s of milk. Elizabeth rose to her feet and pranced out of the library towards the kitchen.

In a few minutes she returned with a plate and a gla.s.s of milk in her bound hands. She placed them in front of me.

"Elizabeth?" She turned around. On her way out for another trip. "I didn't want another sandwich."

"Oh G.o.d. I'm sorry. Please. I just thought that you wanted one too. Please. You don't have to punish me. I'll eat it."

"That's alright, babe. Just leave an extra in the kitchen. Jane and Christi can fight over it."

Her face was a mask of relief that I hadn't punished her for the slip. Normally I probably would have.

"You wanted the milk, right?"

I nodded. Taking a sip. Cold milk. Ahh. I watched as Elizabeth made two more trips. Bringing Amy her second sandwich and then bringing herself a gla.s.s of milk to go with her sandwich which I'd just slid across the table to be in front of her. I watched as she tasted it and grimaced.

"You don't drink milk?"

"Not in a long time. Can't stand the taste."

"It's good for you. And I want you to drink it."

"I will."

I rose as she took another sip. I downed the rest of my milk in one long swallow. Elizabeth watched me with undisguised envy. Really wishing that she liked the taste of the liquid as much as I.

"Behave yourselves down here. *kay?"

"When don't we?"

I raised my eyebrows and she just lowered her eyes quickly and resumed reading.

Leaving Elizabeth in peace, I wandered back out to the main foyer and the staircase leading upstairs. As I walked slowly up the stairs I could hear the shower more clearly. I could smell the clean odor of soap and steam as I approached the huge bathroom. The girls were talking softly in there. The door only half closed. It sounded as if all three were in the shower together.

There were two sets of wet reddish footprints on the white carpet of the hallway. Bare feet. Heavier the closer to the business room they got; very faint by the bathroom at the other end of the hallway. I looked at them. Christi's and Sheila's feet, I was guessing. I was willing to bet that Jane had been careful to avoid stepping in the large red stain in the business room.

I entered the large bathroom without bothering to knock. These women no longer had anything to hide from me. As I suspected all three were in the shower. The doors were opaque but I could easily see the three female forms moving around. Washing each other. Enjoying the cleansing of the hot water.

I sat up on the counter and listened.

"G.o.d, he got you good, didn't he?" Christi's voice.

Sheila murmured something back. Something like, "Yeah, the f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d." I heard Jane gasp and Sheila again spoke up. "It will fade in a couple of days."

A few seconds of silence.

"He keeps you naked all the time?" Sheila's musical voice drifted out of the shower. It was hard to tell to which of the girls she was talking.

"Lately he's been letting me and Christi wear robes. But I wouldn't count on him letting you wear anything."

"Nudity is better than corsets and high heels any day. Trust me. You've been with him for days?"

"Yeah."