Chapter 111.

Truthfully, between the syrup play and this punishment, I was more than ready to take advantage of Jane's offer. I knew that she'd gladly have s.e.x with me, and it wouldn't be entirely forced. Tempting as it was, I wanted to finish this first.

I looked back up at the girls as my right hand strayed to stroke gently at Sheila's hair as she knelt quietly beside me. Jane's tears had stopped reasonably quickly and she stood resigned that she was going to have to endure whatever I had planned. At least she wasn't blindfolded or forced to stand feet wide as Elizabeth was. I'd even allowed her to keep her dress for the moment, though it was pulled down revealing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. But in her current position, there wasn't much she could do about that.

Elizabeth stood in her bonds and cried quietly, not even aware of where I was, or if I was watching her. She twisted her trapped wrists occasionally, testing her tether, desperately wanting out of this.

After a few minutes, Elizabeth shifted a bit, turning her head towards where she thought I was.

"M-master?" she inquired a bit to my left.

"What can I do for you?" I asked her innocently. Her head reoriented on my voice and she spoke more towards me, her ears guiding her.

"My arms hurt."

"They're supposed to."

"Please let me down. I'll do whatever you want. I promise. I'll be good."

"I still have more planned for your defenseless little body."

"Please. I've learned my lesson. I'll do what you want. I'll beg you if you want."

"I want you to beg. For your next punishment."

"Please no."

"Elizabeth?"

"Alright. What are you going to do to me?"

"You and Jane."

"Me and Jane," she hung her head obscuring my view of her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s with her hair.

"Just beg me to continue your punishment."

"Oh G.o.d." She swallowed, a flush rising over her entire body. "Um. Th-this slave ... I can't do this. Please."

"For every moment you procrastinate, I double the amount of time you and Jane spend here."

"Oh G.o.d. I'm sorry. This slave begs for her punishment. Please do whatever you are going to us. Please?"

"Do you deserve your punishment?"

She stopped. She brought her head back up as if to look at me. I could tell by the set of her mouth that she didn't know what she was supposed to say. Truth, or what she thought I wanted to hear.

"This slave doesn't know. Does she deserve punishment?"

"Weren't you ever taught not to answer a question with a question?" I tormented the nude bound woman.

"Oh G.o.d. I don't know. Please."

"Do you deserve punishment?"

She took a deep breath. I could see her bare body shaking as she struggled to find the right answer. She finally whispered, "Yes. This slave deserves her correction." Her voice picked up speed, "Please, Master, but Jane doesn't. Please let her go."

I walked over to her silently and crouched in front of her. I traced my finger down her cheek gently. Not expecting the touch, she jumped, putting more strain on her bound arms and moaning. She carefully placed herself back into her bent position and murmured, "This slave is sorry for moving. You can touch me."

"Startled you?"

"Please. I can't see. Please don't punish me. You can touch me wherever you want. Face. t.i.ts. a.s.s. Legs. Anything. I wasn't trying to resist. Please."

I kissed her cheek and spoke gently to her. "I know. Relax. I understand."

"Thank-you," she mumbled as she hung in her position. I noticed her toes curling as she fought down her humiliation.

I sat on the floor in front of her and simply looked over her tight body. She was straining against her bonds, moaning as she felt the aches settle further into her muscles. I waited for her to speak again.

"Sir? Are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"Please. What are you going to do to us? This hurts. Is this my punishment? To stand here like this?"

"Not all of it."

"Oh G.o.d. Please. You don't need to hit me. I've learned what I'm supposed to. I'll never disobey again. It doesn't matter if I want to do something or not, I'll just do it."

"Fair enough. But I want to make sure you won't forget it."

"I won't. I swear it."

I rose to my feet and padded back to the chair. I crouched by Sheila and whispered a few instructions to her.

"Please no. You have no idea how much that thing hurts."

"You're right, I don't. But I'm not going to subject them to a lot of it."

"Oh G.o.d."

"I just need for you to get it. I won't make you use it."

"Promise?"

"I promise. You can sit back and watch."

"Please don't use it on them. Please?"

I shook my head and Sheila finally hung her head in resignation, knowing that I'd just force her to endure it as well. I was perfectly capable of getting it myself and tying her as Jane and Elizabeth were. She realized that it could be her in the bonds just as easily as Jane. She'd gladly switch places, I was sure, but there was little point to having both of them endure the punishment.

Sheila rose to her bare feet and began to slowly walk towards the closet again. Tears were falling gently from her eyes as she realized the torment I was about to inflict on the two defenseless women. She'd endured it before, though not by my hand.

Jane twisted in her ropes to watch as Sheila walked slowly to the closet. I saw her swallow heavily as Sheila emerged carrying the small black box and two silver probes in her hands. Draped over her right arm was a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a long silver chain and a roll of tape. Sheila knelt and laid them all at my feet on the carpet, shuddering.

Jane spoke quietly from her bonds.

"Please no. I've seen that thing work. Oh G.o.d. We'll do anything at all for you. You don't have to do this."

"What is it, Jane?" Elizabeth spoke quietly, relying on the other to see for her.

Jane looked at me seeking permission to answer. I nodded. I wanted Elizabeth to know.

"Oh G.o.d. Elizabeth. It's some sort of electronic toy. I don't know how it works. But I've seen it used. On the guy that was in here before us." Tears began to fall from Jane's eyes. "It. It shocks you I guess. From the inside. And he pa.s.sed out. Screaming."

"Oh G.o.d," Elizabeth mumbled.

Jane looked back at me. "Please don't do this to us."

"What if I was only going to do it to Elizabeth?"

"You said that whatever you did to her, you'd do to me too. Please. I'm begging you." Jane began to pull a bit at her bonds. Fright was evident in her face. "That thing could kill us."

I smiled at her. "Janey, sweety. It isn't going to kill you."

"You won't turn it up?"

"Only if you do something to deserve it."

"It'll hurt us, though."

"Isn't that the point of punishment?"

"Please. We haven't done anything to deserve this. I'm scared. Please."

I rose off the chair and picked up one of the silver probes and approached Jane. She tried to back away, but the rope holding her wrists up prevented her from going far. She only really succeeded in increasing the strain on her arms. She moaned.

"Where are you going to put that thing?" she asked in fear, her eyes glued to the probe.

"In you."

"Oh G.o.d. Please no. I'll do anything. I'll crawl. I'll m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e for you. I'll f.u.c.k you. Anything you want."

"Where would you like it? The way I see it, you have two choices."

"Please no."

"Alright, I'll choose for you."

"No."

"Sheila, I'm going to need some lubricant."

I watched as Sheila got to her feet.

"I'm wet. I swear I am. You don't need lubricant. Please don't put that thing in me."

"I suspect you'll need lubricant."

Jane's face clouded until she realized where the thing was going if she didn't do something about it.

"Oh G.o.d. No. Not there. I'll do anything. Don't do this to me. I'm begging you. Let me go. I'll kneel for you. I'll kiss your feet. Anything."

"I gave you a choice."

"Please. I'll choose. Not my a.s.s. I can't take that."

"You will if I tell you to."

"Please no. I. This slave begs you to put it in her p.u.s.s.y instead. Oh G.o.d. Please."

I nodded to Sheila who knelt back down.

I knelt under Jane's bent form and slowly ran the probe up under her dress, tracing up her bare legs. Still crying, she spread her legs a little, accepting finally that she was going to get violated with this thing, like it or not. If she resisted she'd just be put in more pain that she couldn't stop until she agreed to have the thing in her. The probe wasn't all that wide, which surprised me considering it's primary use was as a punishment. Jane groaned, but easily took the cylinder into herself. Using a small strip of tape, I secured the intruder into her so that she wouldn't involuntarily expel it.

I retreated from her. She had hung her head, her brunette hair hanging limply around her face, hiding her tears.

"Please. Oh G.o.d. Please. I don't want it in me. I'll do whatever you want. Please, you don't need to do this," she begged quietly.

I ignored her pleas and crouched in front of Elizabeth. I removed her blindfold, wanting her to see the probe I had.

She blinked furiously in the sudden light and finally registered the probe in my hand.

"Oh G.o.d. No. Please no."

"Your choice where it goes."

Jane whispered shakily from her position, "Elizabeth. Choose. Don't let him choose for you. Be glad he's allowing you to choose."

She looked at me, tears beginning to form again in her eyes.