Time Out Of Time - Volume Two Part 45

"G.o.d. I hope so. She'll pa.s.s out if you continue much longer."

"I know. I'm actually easing up on her as I go. The first ones were a lot harder. But she's more sensitive now. It probably hurts just as much, though there won't be any lasting damage. She'll be sore for a couple of hours is all."

"Don't kill her," Jane whispered.

"I won't. Too pretty to kill," I whispered back.

I rose.

"You want to tell my what you did to deserve this."

"Please. I don't know."

"You do Amy. Save yourself pain and just tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Nice try. Do I have to hit you again?"

"Oh G.o.d. Please no. I honestly don't know." I could see that she'd gathered her internal resources again. The rest allowing her some respite to strengthen herself again. To resist. I could see it in her eyes though. She knew for what she was being hit.

"Alright."

I brought the whip back up between the girl's legs. Landing squarely on her exposed lips. Between her lips. Kissing her c.l.i.t. Her v.a.g.i.n.al opening. Curling up behind her and touching her exposed a.s.s cheeks.

She screamed again. "Ahhhhhh. No more. I'll tell you. f.u.c.k. Jesus. My c.u.n.t. Oh my G.o.d. I can't believe how much that f.u.c.king thing hurts. Please. No more. I'll tell you. I swear. Don't hit my c.u.n.t again. Please."

She had jammed her thighs together again. Squirming. Desperately trying to get her hands free. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Fighting her pain. Her agony. Wanting to hold herself. Stop this unbearable agony from raining down on her.

Finally she fought off the pain enough to look at me. Hate in her eyes.

"Alright. No more. I. Was there. When Kara and Julie were planning. To attack you. f.u.c.k that hurts. Please. Whichever one you freed was supposed to kick you and escape. I knew. I'm so sorry. I. I didn't tell you. I know I should have. I deserve to be punished. Oh G.o.d. Please don't make me let you hit me again. You. I. Hurt so much. I swear I wouldn't have helped them. I'd never kick you. I'd hurt myself more than you. I swear on whatever you want me to. I. Just. Didn't. Tattle. On. Them. Please. No more."

I smiled.

"Where were they going to kick me?"

"Oh G.o.d. Between your legs."

"Don't you think that would have hurt?"

"You G.o.dd.a.m.n b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Yes."

"Do you think you deserve punishment for trying to hurt me?"

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

"I'm going to a.s.sume that they were only going to kick me once and then run?"

"Yes. Yes. I'm so sorry. Please. Forgive your dumb slave. I didn't mean anything. Please."

"So. I should maybe show you how much it would have hurt me if they'd actually tried it? And I hadn't been warned?"

"Oh G.o.d. Please. I already know. You've already hit me there. Please don't kick me. I. I'm sorry."

"Your punishment is one stroke between your legs. With this." I held up the whip in front of her face. No way was I going to kick her. I wanted to hurt her. Not disable her. "Not my foot, though you probably deserve that as well."

"Please. You've already hit me there. It hurts so much."

"Spread."

"Please no. Oh G.o.d. I can't."

I shook my head at her. And flicked the whip across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. Harder than before. She screamed in pain. Her body twisting. Howling. Finally she fell to begging again, as she recovered her breath.

"Please. I. My t.i.ts. My f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. I hurt. I've learned my lesson. I'll never do it again. I'll tell you next time. I swear it. I'll tell you immediately. If not sooner. Please. Please."

"Spread. Unless you want another one across your b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

"Please," she begged. "I. I can't take another one. Not between my legs."

I gave her a break. "Amy. Darling. This is going to be your only warning. Okay? You have to spread yourself out again and let me whip you. That is your punishment. It is going to happen. One way or the other. For every time you resist, I add another stroke. Right now it is still at one."

She'd gone pale. Couldn't imagine the agony of one more, much less two. I watched as her feet twitched. Her mind trying to make them move apart for me. Her body resisting.

"Honey. Listen to me. I will happily keep whipping your b.r.e.a.s.t.s until you comply. And if you pa.s.s out, I'll just tie your feet apart. Wider than you'd like. And then whip you for all the times you resisted as well. Take my advice. Spread your legs for me now."

Jane spoke up from her knees. "Amy? Sweety? Listen to him. He's not kidding. Take the last stroke and be thankful it isn't more. I'm surprised he's letting you off this easy. I've gone through more for a lot less than that. Come on, honey. One more and you can stop. He'll let you down."

Amy took a deep breath. Her bare toes finally pressing against the hardwood, spreading her legs apart. Frightened. Finally she managed to get her legs all the way apart. Her toes resting on the ground. Bare feet arched. Tears running down her face as she begged with her eyes.

She looked at me and begged one last time. "G.o.d. Please. Have mercy. If you'd ever felt this, you wouldn't do this to me. You'd understand why I had so much trouble spreading my legs for you again. It hurts. I can't even describe it. That's me. My s.e.x. Please. Hit my a.s.s. Or thighs. Or something else. Even my t.i.ts. Please. Not there."

"Keep your legs apart."

"I. Can't. Not if you hit me."

"Try."

"Oh G.o.d." She braced herself.

I brought the whip up between her legs. Harder. She exploded in agony. Throwing back her pretty head and screaming her guts out. In absolute agony. Her body spasming in her pain. She was completely incoherent for at least five minutes. Hanging in her bonds. Gasping for air. Retching. I was glad that I hadn't let her eat anything. Somehow, she managed to keep her legs apart. Sheer will. I wasn't going to punish her if she wasn't able to, but I had to admit that I was impressed that she'd managed to do it. Her bare toes spasming against the floor. Curling in her agony.

Finally she managed to catch her breath enough to speak again.

"Oh G.o.d. I'm so sorry. Please. Master. This slave begs to be released. She hurts. G.o.d. She hurts. Please at least let her close her legs."

"Go on. Close them."

She collapsed herself in agony. The movement of her legs causing more pain to shoot up from the center of her. Tears rolled unheeded down her face and down her bare defenseless body.

I reached above her, half expecting a kick but not getting one. I wouldn't have blamed the girl if she had aimed a weak kick at me. But she knew better anyway. I pulled the knot out holding her handcuffs to the tether to the ceiling. Her legs were unable to support herself. She collapsed to the floor in a heap. Her bound hands immediately between her legs. Curled up in a ball on the floor weeping. At her pain. At her humiliation. At her complete vulnerability. That she'd suffered so much for such a simple transgression.

I glanced up and saw Jane rocking on her knees, like a terrier pulling at her chain. She looked at me, catching my eye. "Please?" she mouthed.

I moved over to her and released her hands from the handcuffs. As soon as she was free, the bare girl shot forward on her hands and knees like a rabbit. Pulling Amy into her arms and rocking her. Soothing her. Stroking the girl's hair. Trying her best to comfort the shaking woman. Mothering her.

I whispered in Jane's ear. "Make sure she's alright. I was a bit rough on her."

"I'll say."

"Just take care of her. I'll get out of your way."

"She'll survive. She won't be masturbating for a while though." Jane had managed to keep some humour at least through this. Her emeralds reflecting the colour of Amy's hair as she sobbed and Jane's fingers slipped through her locks. It wasn't the first time she'd had to take care of a woman I'd punished. Jane always managed to keep her head when she was going to be needed. Amy was in good hands.

Chapter 99.

I turned away from the tortured girl and crouched down beside Christi.

"You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d," she almost spat at me.

"I know. I know. She was getting willful again. I had to stop her before she got out of hand again and I really had to punish her."

"She's just a girl for Christ sakes. She didn't deserve that. n.o.body deserves that. No matter what you think she did."

"Bet she tattles next time."

"Christ. I guess so. Have to remember not to tell her any of my secrets."

"I guess."

"She'll be alright won't she?"

"Yeah. She'll hurt for a few hours. But there won't be any lasting damage."

"There will be. It just won't be physical, you f.u.c.khead."

"Christi? You are never going to get used to this, are you?"

"If I do. Shoot me."

"I don't blame you for being angry."

"That's very f.u.c.king big of you. Jesus Christ. What is it with you today? I mean. We didn't do anything to deserve this. We've tried. Our G.o.dd.a.m.n best. To do what you want. Why?"

"She stepped over the line," I gently told the upset girl. "Her actions were tantamount to attacking me. You know that ain't allowed. I have to punish that. Or the next thing I know all of you will be attacking me and I'll eventually have to really hurt someone to stop it."

"We are people. Human beings. Please. I don't want to be treated like that."

"I know you don't, sweetheart. And if you behave, you won't be."

"I don't want to live like this."

"Sweety, you don't have a choice."

"Don't I know it." The tears began to fall from her eyes. Her whole body shaking as she knelt. Quietly sobbing.

I let her cry for a minute and then leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. "Come on. Let's make life a little better for you. Okay?"

"What are you going to make me do now?"

"Get dressed. How's that?"

She closed her eyes. Trying to will away the tears.

"Why me?" she finally asked. Her eyes finding mine.

"Because you've been cooperative and you've been around the longest."

"Oh. I've almost gotten used to being nude. I don't even remember what clothes feel like."

I smiled at her.

"So, what are you going to let me wear? Lingerie?" She made a face. It looked like her cry had loosened her up a bit. Not nearly as upset now.

"Actually, I was thinking something a bit more casual."

"Casual?"

"Yeah. What kind of jeans you normally wear?"

"Levi's. But ..."

"But?"

"If you want me in good jeans, I wouldn't mind trying some of those Guess Jeans. This store doesn't carry Levi's." Female to the core.

"You shop here?"

"I've been in here before." Her tears had dried up. She was consciously trying to avoid the sight of Amy curled up with Jane, trying to ease her pain. Try to concentrate on what I wanted. Avoid any punishment.