"You can't do this. You. I haven't finished."

"I thought your tongue was tired."

"Of licking Amy, you wise a.s.s. Please. Let me finish."

"Later. I promise. We'll finish this a little later."

"Oh G.o.d. I. I want you now."

"You'll just have to wait, my dear."

"You'll have to tie me up, now. I'll finish on my own if you don't."

"Not if I ordered otherwise, my dear. We'll see about that. Give me your wrists."

She flushed but obediently raised her wrists, an incredulous look on her face. She couldn't believe that I was leaving her for something else. After she'd had me in her mouth.

"No way, behind you. I don't want you being able to reach yourself."

"Please no."

"I don't want you finishing on your own ..."

She took a deep breath and turned herself around, holding her wrists crossed behind herself. I carefully wrapped soft cord around her slender wrists and lashed them together securely. She wouldn't be in this for very long, and I was pretty sure that her circulation would be fine.

"You don't have to do this, you know. We. I want to finish. Please."

She pulled at her bound wrists as she spoke.

"Lie down. On your front."

She struggled a bit with her hands bound as they were, but eventually pressed herself into the bed, lying quietly. I moved to her feet and she squirmed as I tied them together with more cord. She cried out as I wrapped her bare toes in another smaller length of cord.

"Roll over."

She turned her head and looked up at me.

"Please. Let me go. We can finish."

"Roll over."

She resigned herself and rolled onto her bound arms, face up. I reached out and traced her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s with my fingers. She closed her eyes, falling into the sensations. I caressed her face, her neck, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, until her breathing was ragged and she was begging softly. I leaned down and gave her one last quick kiss on the lips, tasting Amy again, and slipped off the bed. I took one last look at her bound, half naked body and turned away.

"Don't go. Please?" her quiet voice pleaded from the bed. "I'll do anything you want."

"I'll be back soon, and you will do anything I want," I softly replied.

I touched Amy's hair as I pa.s.sed her naked and bound form. Her hair was slightly damp, probably from her exertions over the last hours.

"Thank you for letting her stop," Amy whispered as I touched her head. I a.s.sume that she was thanking me for letting the lesbian contact cease, at least for a little while. I'm doubt if either of them particularly enjoyed it, despite the climaxes.

I nodded and bent, giving Amy a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Will you let me out of the chair before you go?"

"Not yet, Amy."

Not understanding why she had to remain restrained, she knew better than to question it, especially after all that had happened today. She nodded with tears br.i.m.m.i.n.g in her eyes, resigned that she'd be let out when I decided to let her out. She had no idea how long she would be forced to sit in this chair, and she was probably already uncomfortable. She couldn't even shift her position and she was horribly exposed. But I would have thought that she'd be used to the exposure at least by now.

I turned quietly and left the girls alone. Amy, a bit more relieved and, I was guessing, Christi a lot more frustrated. h.e.l.l, I was frustrated.

I walked slowly back to the other women bound in the judge's old chambers.

The voices inside stopped as I opened the door. I caught the last sentence from Sheila.

" ... I only experienced up to three. I think. I can't describe it. G.o.d, I hope he doesn't do that to you. OH ..." as I entered the room.

"I won't subject them to even the three level, Sheila. Don't worry about that."

"Please. I haven't asked you for anything at all. I've done everything you ever asked of me. I've been good, right?" Sheila spoke softly from the floor by the chair. "I haven't complained about anything. You are so much better than Mayer."

"Yes ..." I replied softly.

"Please. I'm begging you. A soft, naked, slave on her knees is begging you not to do this. It hurts. From deep inside. Like you couldn't imagine. Please don't do this to them. I'll do whatever you want. I. I'll let you rape me. Anything but that. Please. I know you don't owe me anything, but I'm begging you. I'll even let you whip me, if that's what you want."

I walked over to the naked girl and crouched down beside her. I lifted her face by her chin and looked deep into her beautiful eyes.

"Sheila, I am tempted, but I don't want to hurt you. Not now, at least. And I've already decided. I promise that I won't let it get beyond their ability to handle it, not like your former master did to you. Okay?"

I kissed at the tears that were falling down her cheeks. She nodded, knowing enough not to resist and knowing that further begging wasn't going to work either. Jane and Elizabeth were just going to have to suffer this.

Chapter 113.

"Girls? Are you ready?"

Jane looked up at me from her bent position and begged silently with her eyes. She really didn't like this, and I couldn't blame her. She whispered quietly.

"Please don't do this to us."

Elizabeth just silently cried, looking down at the floor.

I picked up the small black box. It felt warm in my hand. I ensured that the settings were low. I couldn't imagine what this thing did, how it would feel, what these women would be going through. I decided to take it slow, try to determine how much to torment them with it. I really didn't want to hurt them as much as Mayer had hurt Sheila.

I rested my thumb on the small red b.u.t.ton. Jane just closed her eyes, trying to brace her bound body. She had resigned herself that begging simply wasn't going to free her from the pain. Tears ran down her face as she antic.i.p.ated it.

I swallowed, almost hesitant to press the b.u.t.ton. They had been tormented enough. I couldn't imagine what they'd already been through, being bound, helpless, violated.

I watched them both carefully as I let my thumb press the b.u.t.ton. The reaction was instantaneous. Both girls bodies snapped rigid. Jane managed to hold onto her pain better than Elizabeth. Elizabeth raised her head and screamed pitifully. Her bound body strained against the ropes holding her, even her bare toes curling. Jane's face raised as well, and I could see her pressing her lips tightly together, desperately trying to control the scream.

I relented and released the b.u.t.ton. So little effort on my part, so much torment on theirs.

Elizabeth and Jane slumped into their bonds, both breathing heavily. Elizabeth was mumbling quietly, "I'm sorry. Oh my G.o.d. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Jane gathered in her strength and looked at me, tears running down her face.

"Please," she whispered to me.

Sheila had turned her head away, her fingers tugging gently at my jeans.

"G.o.d. Please don't do that again to them. Please?" Sheila begged, upturning her face towards me.

I gently stroked Sheila's hair as she wept. She knew exactly what the girls were going through.

I caught Jane's eyes and she begged, not knowing what else to do.

"Please. Master. A slave. She begs you not to do that again to her. It hurts. She. She can't describe how much it hurts. Inside. Please don't. She'll do anything you want."

Elizabeth just hung in her bonds moaning. Unable to speak.

"It didn't kill you, did it?"

"Please. I can't take it again. It hurts so much. Please turn it down. Take this thing out of me. I can do things for you. Anything. You'll like it more than hurting me. Please. Oh G.o.d. Please. You can take away my clothes. I'll stand here all day if you want. Please don't press that b.u.t.ton again. Please?"

"Janey? It's already turned all the way down."

"Oh G.o.d. Please not again. Elizabeth has learned her lesson. We don't need to be hurt like this. Oh G.o.d. Please. Please."

Elizabeth, finally raised her head. Misery written across her features, tears falling shamelessly from her eyes. She twisted her hands in her cuffs, desperately wanting this to end.

"Please. I've learned. I'll obey. I'll do whatever you want. Anything. Just not again. I. Hurt. Please."

"You'll lick Amy?"

"Yes." She seemed almost eager now.

"You'll beg to lick Amy?"

"Oh G.o.d. Anything. Please, let me lick Amy. I'll lick her for as long as you want. I'll enjoy it. Anything you want. Please don't."

"If I agreed to let Jane go, would you allow me to press this b.u.t.ton again?"

Her face collapsed, her own pain overwhelming her. This wasn't a fair question, I could see how much she hurt, how much she didn't want to be pulsed again.

She pressed her lips together, squirming in her bonds. She reluctantly nodded her head.

"Sorry? I didn't hear you."

"Oh G.o.d. Yes. Please let Jane go. I'll let you do it again to me if you want. I don't have a choice anyway. What can I do to stop you?"

"It's more than that, Elizabeth. I want you to beg to be hurt again."

"Oh G.o.d. Don't make me do that." Her face was flushing. She knew that she was going to get it again, like it or not. But if she begged, Jane might not have to endure it as well. But she didn't want to beg for it, either. She pressed her lips together.

"Alright. No problem."

"Wait." Elizabeth cried out just before I pressed the b.u.t.ton again.

"Yes?"

"Please. This slave is begging to be shocked again. Please hurt her. She deserves it. But please. Jane doesn't. Not again. It hurts so much. Her. Her p.u.s.s.y is still hurting. Please release Jane. Shock me if you have to. I'll take it. I'll scream. But I'll take it. Turn it up, even. I'd beg you on my knees. But let Jane go. Please."

I nodded. She'd had enough. I didn't want to completely break her. I just wanted to make sure that she obeyed in the future. This thing really hurt, by the sound of it.

"You sure you want to do this?"

Elizabeth pulled at her cuffs but silently nodded. She'd take the pain alone, rather than have Jane involved any further. If she had a choice.

Jane looked up at me.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I'll take it as well. Don't make her beg for this, you son of a b.i.t.c.h. n.o.body should have to endure this."

"She's already begged enough, Janey. Relax. You'll be out of this in a second."

"Oh G.o.d."

I rose, leaving the box on the chair. I approached Jane and cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me through her tears.

"I just wish I could put you up here, just once," she whispered to me. "You have no concept what you just put us through, do you? It hurts. Feel my nipple."

I reached up to her trapped nipple and felt it throbbing and warm beneath my finger. Jane gasped at the touch but managed to stay still.

"Feel it? Imagine what it feels like from this end. I had f.u.c.king electricity flowing through there. It hurt. Like h.e.l.l. Now imagine the worst pain you've ever had and then multiply it by ten. That's what it felt like between my legs. Please. I kept quiet for you. Please, have mercy on her. She can't take it. I'll take it for her. Let her go. I can take another pulse if you don't leave it on. If you must see a girl in agony. Please. For me?"

"Jane, you are one brave little girl. I can't. It has to be Elizabeth."

"Why? Don't get me wrong. I don't want this either, but she'll pa.s.s out. She won't be any fun if she pa.s.ses out, will she? You don't have any idea how much this hurts. How much it hurts to even have your arms like this. Oh G.o.d. What can I say to convince you."

I kissed her cheek. "Nothing, my sweet one."