I glanced once at Elizabeth still working diligently between Amy's legs. Amy had her eyes closed, trying to ignore Elizabeth's tongue now. She was probably spent for the day. The sight of the female lovemaking heightened my arousal again. I closed my eyes to concentrate on Christi's softness. Images flipped behind my closed lids. Knowing that she was restrained, couldn't use her hands made it so much more enjoyable for me. Amy. Elizabeth. Jane, still bound in the other room with Sheila. The syrup. The girls, trying so hard to be pleasing.

I exploded, not being able to hold back any longer. Christi cried out as I thrust one last time deep into her softness. My body arched, muscles fighting with one another, moaning. I fell back to the bed under her, gasping and fighting off the residual spasms. Christi had stopped her thrusting as I climaxed. I could still feel her wetness and her arousal as I remained inside of her.

"Please?" she whispered. Seeking permission for her release. I imagine that she had been holding back. She was as ready as I was after the morning of being bound and teased.

Not getting an immediate answer, the flushed girl began to cry softly. She needed the release, but I wasn't allowing her. She pulled futilely at her trapped wrists, wanting to touch herself, needing just that tiny push over the edge. Resignedly, she lifted herself on quivering thighs and extracted me from her. I gasped at the sensations.

She moved her bare body as best she could and lay down, still crying softly beside me. She buried her head in my shoulder, her skin still hot pressing into me. I let her cry for a few moments as I recovered.

"That was wonderful," I whispered to her.

"Please. I. This slave. She wants to c.u.m. Oh G.o.d. Please." She looked up at me with earnest deep blue eyes. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything." I gently told her.

"Then why? Please untie me? I'll finish myself. You don't have to do anything? Please?"

"Will you accept a gag?"

Her face registered confusion, probably so aroused she couldn't form any thought that didn't directly involve her swollen c.l.i.toris.

"You know, to keep you quiet?" I elaborated.

"You want me to keep quiet? I will. You don't have to gag me. I. Please."

I reached over the side of the bed, fishing through the equipment bag that was still lying on the floor. Finally I touched a shiny hard ball shaped object which I pulled up onto the bed with the attached leather straps. Christi's eyes opened wide as she saw the ball gag, not understanding why she had to have it. She would keep quiet if I told her to. Not even a cry. She had enough self-control and I knew it. It wasn't like I was going to whip her.

"Please. Why?" she pleaded with me. She knew, by now, that she was going to be gagged, like it or not.

"I just want to see you in it. I'll let you climax if you willingly take it. You have a choice."

Christi's brow furrowed, but her body betrayed her. She didn't like the idea of being gagged, I couldn't remember if I had ever made her wear one before. She had always been good at keeping her mouth shut when told. She slowly nodded, wanting the climax more than she didn't want the gag.

She silently opened her pretty mouth as I approached her with the intrusion. I slipped the red ball behind her teeth and gently connected the straps behind her head. I worked the hair out from under the strap, allowing it to fall free around her bare shoulders. Her mouth stretched wide to accommodate the gag, but I hadn't wrenched it in, like I had a few days ago with Elizabeth and Jane. Christi wasn't going to have to wear it very long. I just wanted to see her climax with it.

Christi tried to mumble something around the gag, but it wasn't intelligible. I was guessing that she had tried to beg for its removal, but she wasn't in any position to get rid of it herself. In frustration, she tried reaching around her nude body with her bound hands, but she wasn't even coming close to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her v.a.g.i.n.a or her mouth with her hands tied the way they were.

I gently urged her legs apart with my fingers. She lay her gagged head back into the pillows and more than willingly spread her long legs, her toes curling as she did.

I idly stroked her skin, causing unintelligible begging noises to emerge from her mouth. She breathed easily through her nose, eyes closed as I gently parted her lips. Her body went rigid at the first light touch of her swollen c.l.i.toris. I eased off, teasing her, lightly stroking her slippery outer lips and entering her with my fingers. I purposely avoided her center until her mewls of dismay and arousal came at fever pitch. If it wasn't for that gag, she would have been begging shamelessly and unreservedly.

I whispered to her, "You may climax, little one."

Relief flooded into her unusually expressive eyes as I began to lightly stroke her c.l.i.toris. It didn't take much, she was so aroused and ready. She exploded with a scream that was evident through the gag wedged behind her teeth. She screamed repeatedly into the gag as she o.r.g.a.s.med, her entire body arching and tensing as I continued to rub her lightly. Finally, spent, she collapsed into the sheets, trying to pull away from my still stroking fingers. I gave her one last light stroke on her sensitive c.l.i.t causing her to jump and then allowed her to rest. She shivered as I ran my fingers lightly down her leg as I rose to my feet.

I gently touched Elizabeth's head, and she gratefully stopped licking at the girl in front of her. Using a pair of handcuffs, I had her sit with her back to the footboard of the bed. I casually connected her wrists to the bedposts, but she was far too tired to care. I suspect that she was thankful that I had even let her stop. She let her head droop towards her bare chest, her legs drawn up and pressed together. She looked pretty sitting there on the floor, arms outstretched, but I didn't tell her. She closed her eyes, resting her tired body.

I returned to the bed and sat down beside Christi. She looked up at me, helplessly, pleading with her eyes.

"You want something, pretty girl?"

She nodded her head. She was still flushed from her exertions, I could see it in her distended cheeks. She wanted the gag out of her mouth. I could see her tongue pushing against the intrusion. Even though it hadn't been in her mouth long, it was probably uncomfortable.

"More s.e.x?"

Her eyes betrayed her confusion. She didn't know what the right answer was. She wanted the gag out, but she also would be willing to put out more to keep herself out of trouble. She was likely fully recovered from her climaxes and could probably go again if I wanted her. Problem was, as enticing as that gagged, naked, gorgeous creature was, there was no way that I was ready. Perhaps in a while. She struggled and opted for honesty. She slowly shook her head, preferring to take her chances that I'd guess again what she wanted. I could see it in her eyes. She knew that I was teasing her.

"You'd like to sleep?"

She looked a bit worn out, but that would have been normal, I supposed. She had been struggling in ropes, forced to exert herself without the benefit of her hands. But she shouldn't be sleepy tired for a while yet, despite her rigorous activities. Elizabeth, and maybe Jane, could use sleep again, but Christi should still be viable. Predictably, she shook her head again, mewling into the ball. Probably trying to beg for the gag out.

"What does she want?" I mused to myself as I idly stroked her skin. She squirmed, kicking her bare feet at the touches. Leaving her frustrated, I rose and quickly dressed myself. When I finished, I lowered myself back to the bed and gently kissed at her lips. It was an odd sensation kissing a gagged girl. Her lips were tight around the intrusion and she moaned at the touches. She probably thought it was more odd than I did.

She tried to talk around the ball again, but finally gave up, realizing that I would take it out of her mouth eventually, and that she just had to wait. I touched the red surface of the ball between her lips.

"Must be hard to talk with that in there," I commented idly.

She nodded her head vigorously, her eyes pleading with me.

"You want it out?"

She nodded again. My fingers were idly caressing her nipples, causing them to involuntarily, or perhaps voluntarily, harden. She squirmed, but didn't pull away.

"Will you be a good girl?"

Her eyes registered disbelief that I would even ask. She'd done everything she was ordered to today without complaint. She'd taken off her clothing, had s.e.x with me, made love to Amy, made love to Jane, suffered the syrup. She knew that she hadn't so much as complained. She'd been good and didn't deserve to be lying there naked begging for her gag to be removed. Despite all that, she swallowed her pride and slowly nodded her head.

"You'll be quiet?"

Again, a hesitant nod. I could see her squirming, trying to keep still but so anxious to get the ball out of her mouth.

I smiled at her and gently lifted her blonde head. I reached under her hair while she struggled to help me, twisting her head to allow me better access to the clasps. I slowly released the straps and then let her head fall back onto the pillow. The gag was no longer forcibly in her, she had closed her eyes and held it behind her teeth voluntarily, waiting for my fingers to pull it free for her. I watched her face for a moment, stretched by the intrusion and struggling not to push it out with her tongue. I wouldn't have punished her if she had, I kind of expected her to do it. But she lay there, fighting with herself. It was beautiful to watch. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me, pleading. I was surprised that she'd had the self control to hold the uncomfortable position.

I gently grasped the ends of the straps, slowly pulling the gag from her lips. As she felt the outward tension, she opened her mouth a little wider allowing the ball to slip from behind her teeth. She gasped audibly as the ball gag swung out of her mouth. It was wet, but it hadn't been in her long enough to cause uncontrollable drool. She began to say something, probably a whispered thank-you, but I touched her lips with my finger before she could utter more than the initial "Th-", gently reminding her to keep quiet.

"Stay there. When I come back, I'll let you get dressed again. If you are good."

"Please untie me," she whispered pulling at her trapped wrists.

I motioned for her to be silent and she closed her mouth, realizing that she would be bound until I returned. At least I had left her ankles free.

I rose and walked towards the door. As I pa.s.sed Amy, she looked up at me with hopeful eyes. She whispered as well, "Please. I've been in this chair for hours. Please let me go. I won't go anywhere. I'll sit still wherever you put me."

I raised my finger to my lips, shushing her. Her face drooped as she too realized that she was stuck in the ropes for a while. She squirmed, trying to get more comfortable. I felt a bit sorry for her, her bare body was probably aching. Probably her rear end was numb from sitting in one position so long on the hard chair. I stroked her hair gently.

"When I get back, I'll let you out. I promise."

She numbly nodded, tears falling gently from her eyes. She had been good all morning as well. I know I really should have let them free, but as I turned, regarding the three bound beauties, I again marveled at their exquisiteness lying and sitting throughout the room. Such delicate and desirable creatures. Mine. I didn't want to let them go.

Chapter 117.

I quietly closed the door to the master bedroom. I was sure that as soon as I left, they'd begin talking. I didn't mind. As long as they were smart enough to stop when I returned. If I'd really wanted them silent, I would have left them gagged.

I walked quickly to the business room where Jane and Sheila were trapped. I twirled a pair of steel handcuffs around my finger as I approached. I set the key in the lock and took a breath. I wasn't used to Sheila yet, and though she had never shown outward aggression, she also had never seen me punish the other girls. She might have some ideas of how to incapacitate me. She had some weapons in there, and she might have released Jane to help her. I readied my time defenses and unlocked the door. Really, I should have left Sheila restrained.

I watched carefully as the door swung open. Sheila was on her knees, leaning back on her hands quietly talking to Jane. Sheila looked up as I entered, Jane tried to twist her bound body around to look at me. I watched as a look of hope crossed Jane's features, but she pressed her lips together, not saying anything. Her arms looked sore bent up towards the ceiling behind her. She still couldn't rise, and her legs looked tired. That was unfortunate, because she was going to remain there for a while, yet.

Sheila spoke softly as I approached.

"Please, master. This slave begs for slave Jane's release. She's in pain."

"I know. I'll let her out soon."

Jane groaned as she realized that she was in for further pain and punishment before I'd let her down. I crouched down beside Sheila.

"You didn't let her go?" I asked Sheila.

"You would have put her back up, and punished her twice as badly if I had."

I nodded and reached for Sheila's wrist.

"Please. I've proven that I'm not going to do anything. You don't have to tie me up."

"You won't be as uncomfortable as Jane is. And it's not for long."

Sheila, realizing that any further protests would probably lead to further discomfort, allowed me to hang the steel from her wrist. I bid her lie down, which she did. I carefully attached her right wrist to Jane's right ankle, having her lie easily under Jane.

I addressed both of them.

"Girls? I don't want to gag you, but I want you to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"

They both nodded. Sheila from the floor, and Jane from her bent over posture. They didn't know why I wanted them quiet, but they knew better than to question it. They'd at least be quiet when I was around.

"I'll be back in a while."

Jane looked like she wanted to say something, perhaps let me know in graphic detail how her arms were screaming, but she decided to keep quiet, not wanting a gag to extend her discomfort.

I stroked their hair gently and silently left them in the room. I carefully locked them in, though it was probably unnecessary with their restraints.

I took a deep breath, allowing the shakes to finally take hold of my body. I gripped the handrail until they receded. Taking another deep breath I got myself in motion, walking swiftly to the stairs and down.

I settled myself into the comfortable sofa and lay my head back against the cushions.

What the h.e.l.l had happened to me? One second I'm teasing Christi, the next I'm lying overtop of her bound form, with Elizabeth taking care of me as though I was an invalid. I couldn't fathom it. What if it happened again? What if I didn't wake up? What if it was more severe? What if the girls decided that next time, they'd take a chance at freedom by incapacitating me while I was helpless? Like Amy was already suggesting? I couldn't blame her for that. She must be d.a.m.n uncomfortable in that chair. My head swam with concerns.

I rose to my feet and carefully walked to the front of the house, letting myself outside. I looked up at the house from the front walk. Inside, I had five girls, completely dependent on me. Without me, they couldn't get back to their former lives. Without me, at the moment, they couldn't even get themselves free enough to move. They deserved better.

I forced myself to clear my head and began walking. The clean air of the morning helped the fogginess recede from my being. It felt good to be alone, enjoy the sunshine, breathe the air. I was tempted to release the few people that I pa.s.sed, just to play with them in the morning light. G.o.d, this timeline was idyllic. Except for that d.a.m.n blackout. My thoughts returned to the girls, restrained inside, unable to enjoy simple things at whim as I did.

I hadn't traveled far before I spotted a sports car, stopped in the middle of the road. The driver was a young attractive brunette, concentrating on the unmoving road in front of her. If I chose, she could be mine. I could add her to the women I already had. Make her my slave. I fingered my gun, but I realized that I didn't need it. I could take her with a combination of time and brute strength. She was no match physically for me.

My mind snagged, a nagging suspicion entering my consciousness. I sat down on the road, staring at the cute driver, letting my mind wander. It hit me like a ton of bricks falling from a building under construction. Bad scene.

I leapt to my feet and ran around to the other side of the Mazda with the girl. I carefully exerted a minimum of will, allowing the pa.s.senger door to free from the time block. I slipped into the pa.s.senger seat, fighting the urge to take the brunette. She was exquisite. But I didn't have time. I rummaged through her glove box finding paper. I dug in her purse in search of a pencil or pen. Lifesavers. Tampons. Condoms. Kleenex. And a wallet. Her wallet had a fine gold pen buried in the fold.

I climbed out of the car and stretched out on the hood of her car. If I'd freed her now, I would have been in some serious trouble lying as I was. I feverishly scribbled equations and inequalities on the page, filling one, then another. The variables were complex, and almost unreadable, but after an hour or so, I read the last equation in disbelief.

I could control time, but there were limits. I knew that. I just hadn't bothered with the specifics because according to the a.s.sumptions, the limits should be far longer than a human life span. I knew more, now. Time control was taking some energy from my system, and that energy was fading. Not quickly. Not drastically. But I simply couldn't maintain this time line indefinitely. With practice, perhaps, but I couldn't yet. I knew that going in, but the line had proved to be so distracting that I had forgotten to keep my eye on it. According to the last equation, the controller might slip into a state of timelessness if the energy was to low. If the energy levels fell enough, then the timelines would collapse. The black out state was an attempt by my body and mind to conserve the timeline unconsciously. It would happen more and more frequently until the time line collapsed. I had a bad feeling what might happen to my body if the energy levels fell that low. Not to mention the effects on the people on this timeline. It might collapse into the primary timeline, but then again, it might not. The equations weren't that accurate.

I took a deep breath, the shaking now completely gone from my body. I was beginning to understand the realities of this. That is why I recovered so fast. It wasn't a physical affliction. Problem was, I was vulnerable when it happened, and so were the girls.

I slowly dropped off the car and sat at the side of the road holding the pages of numbers as a kind of bible. I couldn't know when, but it would happen to me again if I tried to maintain the timeline. And there was absolutely no way to tell how low the energy reserves might be in my system. I needed rest. And I needed it on the main timeline where I wasn't in control.

I stared at the numbers, wanting to be wrong. I would have been happy staying here for a few more weeks. Perhaps someday I could.

I really didn't want to let them go. This whole peaceful world and the girls. They were great creatures. They had adjusted so well, and it had been fun. Probably more for me than them, but they had their freedoms as well. As Jane had so aptly put it, on the prime timeline, where could they go where they could romp around without clothes or cares? No school. No work. No worries. Someone else looking after your needs. They might have to put up with my games occasionally, but that wasn't that bad a price to pay.

I hung my head, breathing steadily. I knew what I had to do.

I rose to my feet, hearing my own feet against the pavement in this silent world. I walked back to the house, dreading what was coming.

Chapter 118.

I could hear soft voices through the master bedroom door. I smiled, wondering what the girls were talking about in there. It didn't matter that they weren't obeying me.

I walked over to the business room, slipping the key into the lock as quietly as I could. I turned it, and entered in one motion. They were talking quietly. More Sheila talking from the floor and Jane softly crying. Sheila had sat up, her wrist still holding her to Jane's ankle. She paled as she watched me enter, knowing that I'd told them to be quiet before I left. She made to lie down into the position that I left her.

I watched her struggle with her instinct to say something. She succeeded and lay quietly. Jane's quiet crying was the only sound in the room.