Time Out Of Time - Chapter 76 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [76/??]

I placed the spoons on the counter beside the nipple clamps. Then I 
walked back to the opposite side of the table. Adjacent to Amy. She 
looked at me, fear in her eyes. I could see it. She wanted to be 
anywhere but here.

"Amy?"

"Y-yes."

"Do you think that you could help me, if I untied you?"

"Please. I will if you force me to. But I don't want to help you hurt 
her."

"But you will?"

I could see Karen squirming in her bonds. Blind. And afraid. She could 
certainly hear me talking to Amy. Knowing that I was going to get Amy
to 
hurt her.

"Of course. Do I have any choice? I remember the tongue thing."

"Good girl."

"What do you want me to do? You bastard."

I raised my eyebrows. I was expecting to be called a lot of names
before 
this day was done. I couldn't punish them every time they released some 
tension calling me names. I reached behind her and released her from
the 
cuffs. I placed them on the kitchen table. Amy sat quietly rubbing her 
wrists.

I motioned for her to rise and be quiet. She did as she was asked. We 
walked over to where Karen waited. Her arms must have really been
aching 
in that tight bondage. And she wasn't going to be let free for a while 
yet.

I whispered in Amy's ear. No way for Karen to hear.

"Take a wooden spoon. I want you to hit her from behind. Be creative.
If 
she turns around, hit whatever she presents to you. If I see you 
avoiding her breasts, you'll regret it."

I watched as Amy closed her eyes, but silently walked over to the 
counter. She returned with a wooden spoon. "Wait for me to tell you," I 
whispered to the unwilling girl.

Amy pleaded with me with her eyes. I'd never had her hit anyone yet.
For 
some reason the girls had real trouble hitting another helpless woman. 
Even Christi sometimes had trouble. And she claimed to be a dominant 
personality. Probably some empathy happening. "Please don't make me do 
this. I don't know if I can."

"You have to, sweetheart. You can do it."

She silently accepted it. Bracing herself. Trying to convince herself 
that she had to do this. Cause this helpless woman in front of her real 
pain. Like it or not.

I wandered over to the counter myself and picked up the second spoon
and 
the nipple clamps.

I walked up to Karen and she jumped a bit as I spoke to her. "Karen? 
This is going to be a bit uncomfortable."

"Worse than I am now?" she said between gritted teeth.

"A bit."

I traced her right nipple with my finger. It involuntarily tightened
and 
she gasped. I slipped the tiny clamp over the nipple and began to 
tighten it. I was careful not to tighten it too much, but this woman
had 
almost certainly never worn one before. Tears began to fall from her 
eyes beneath the blindfold. I watched her face as it began to tighten
in 
fear and pain. Not quite knowing what was happening to her breasts, but 
knowing that it was damn uncomfortable. If not downright painful. Her 
nipple was securely trapped and suitably uncomfortable.

"I told you that it would be uncomfortable."

"Shit," she hissed. "What the hell is that? It feels like my nipple has 
been crushed. Please. Whatever it is. Take it off. Please? It burns."

I just silently repeated the procedure on her other nipple. This time 
she cried out as the clamp was tightened.

"Please," she begged. "No more."

I released her breasts and let her rest. I reached forward and touched 
the chain between her nipples. It swung, eliciting gasps from the bound 
lady.

"Oh God. Please. It hurts. Please take it off me. Whatever it is. I 
can't take it much longer."

She'd have other things to worry about in a few minutes anyway. I 
watched as my unwilling naked assistant moved behind the suffering
girl. 
I nodded to her.

Amy raised her arm and closed her eyes. She brought the wooden spoon 
down softly against Karen's exposed back. Karen hissed through her 
teeth. Even that light blow had caused her pain. Perhaps she had jumped 
and caused the nipple torment to move. Perhaps her sudden movement had 
caused the cucumber still deep inside her to shift. Perhaps she was
just 
in such an uncomfortable position, any further pain was magnified.

Amy looked up at me. "Please. I can't do this."

I walked back around Karen to join her. "Why not?"

"Please. She's in such pain as it is. Her nipples. Her arms. Please. 
Have mercy on her. My mother used to punish me with these things." She 
held up the spoon in her hand. "I know how much they hurt. Please."

"Amy. We could change positions if you like. Let Karen down. And put
you 
up there instead."

"Oh God. I'll do that if you don't make me hit her anymore."

"No. You'll go up there until you beg to hit her. Then we change 
positions again. You hit her again. Twice as hard and twice as long."

"Oh God. I'll hit her."

I raised my spoon and let it fall against Karen's bared shoulders. She 
pulled in her breath and screamed. Finally falling into incoherent 
pleading.

"Like that. Got it?"

"Oh God. I can't hit her that hard."

"You want to change places."

She shook her head. "But I don't have that much strength. Please."

"Just do your best then. It doesn't take much with these things."

Amy mutely nodded and raised her arm again. Karen was bracing for the 
blow. Knowing it was coming. Just not knowing where. Trying to twist. 
Anticipating where the spoon would fall on her unprotected bare skin. 
She screamed again as the spoon fell into her unprotected back. Her
feet 
actually left the floor as she struggled with her bonds. Trying to 
escape the pain or ease it.

I aimed a hard blow to her exposed belly. She screamed again as the 
spoon made contact with her defenseless skin. Squirming. I watched as 
she choked. The cucumber moving in her. The nipple chain dancing
against 
her skin. Her feet dancing and twisting. Trying to ease the pain
raining 
down on her. Begging.

Alternating, Amy and I let the wooden instruments of stinging pain fall 
onto Karen's bare body. Karen twisting. Never knowing where the next 
blow was going to land. Her ass. Her thighs. Her stomach. Her calves. 
She let out particularly enticing screams when the spoon caught her
bare 
breasts. Or touched the nipple clamps. I made sure a few strokes caught 
her face. I finally decided the poor girl had had enough. Hell, she'd 
probably had more than enough after the first blow. Her bare body 
sported red welts all across the front and back. She was hanging by her 
wrists, her feet barely supporting her. She was moaning pitifully. 
Gasping for breath. Begging for forgiveness. Begging us to stop. Just 
begging.

I motioned for Amy to go back to the table. Gratefully, she scampered 
away. Glad to be away from the torture. Probably glad that she hadn't 
really earned any punishment this time. Maybe even glad it wasn't her, 
bound, naked, and writhing in pain.

I turned back to Karen. The blind girl was still sobbing. Dancing her 
bound body from foot to foot. Trying to ease the stinging over most of 
her body. Oblivious to the extra pain she was causing herself from the 
nipple clamps and cucumber. I just watched her for a while. Finally,
her 
breathing began to return to normal and with an act of will, she
managed 
to stop moving her body. Finally easing the pain from her wrists, 
nipples and between her legs. She even managed to get her
uncontrollable 
crying under control.

I spoke to her. "Karen? You okay?"

"No." She just hung in her bonds.

"You ready for more?"

"Oh God. Please no more. I can't. It hurts. Oh God. You can't imagine 
how much I hurt. I'll do anything you want. You don't have to hurt me 
anymore. I swear. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yeah. Please. I'll fuck you. No problem. I'll crawl for you. I'll do 
anything. Anything you want. Just please. No more. I can't take it 
anymore. Please let me down. I've learned. I don't need to be punished 
anymore."

I nodded. Though she couldn't see me. I reached towards her body and 
began to release the nipple clamps. She screamed as my fingers touched 
the metal and the vibrations transmitted themselves to her body through 
her nipples. I wasn't particularly careful either. She screamed again
as 
the blood rushed back into the tortured bits of flesh. Finally, gasping 
for air, she simply hung by her wrists.

"Please. No more. My tits hurt. Please."

"I had to hurt you a bit to get them off. It wasn't intentional."

"Please. What were they?"

"Nipple clamps."

"You clamped my nipples? Oh God."

"They're off now."

"My tits. My nipples. They're burning." I watched as she unconsciously 
pulled at her wrists. Wanting to pull her hands down and cradle her 
breasts. Softly crying. Unable to comfort herself. Just having to
endure 
the pain.

I stepped back. Letting her suffer a little longer. Finally she spoke.

"Please. What do you want from me?"

I was silent. She waited a few minutes and repeated the question. I 
watched as her face became puzzled. She shook her head. Struggling with 
her bonds. Finally becoming quiet. Trying to determine where I was.
Only 
hearing her own ragged breathing. Elizabeth and Amy were silent in
their 
chairs.

"Are you there? Please? I hurt. Please. Please let me down."

She began to feel out with her legs. Sweeping the air in front of her 
with her bare toes. Trying to determine where I was. If I was even 
there. She began to cry again. Pulling at her bound wrists. I noted
that 
they were turning an angry red tinged with blue. She could be in the 
bonds a little longer, but not much more. Her wrists were probably 
bruised as it was.

I silently moved closer to her. Just inside the range of her searching 
leg. Standing on one foot and using her other leg to search must have 
really moved the cucumber which was still inserted into her vagina. But 
she grimly continued. Needing to do something. Not able to just stand 
there waiting for me. Gritting her teeth.

Her toes brushed my jeans and she jumped. She drew in her breath and 
almost screamed. Not expecting to touch anything I suppose. She
ventured 
her foot forward again and tried to grip the material of my jeans with 
her toes.

She pleaded. Now she knew that I was there. Watching her.

"Please. I know you are there. Please talk to me. Whatever I've done. 
I'm sorry. God. I'm sorry." I was silent. Wondering where she was going 
with this. "Please. I'll do anything. Please. All I want is to be let 
down. This damn cucumber out of me. Oh God. Please, at least take off 
the blindfold. Oh God. Please what do you want? I'll do it."

Finally, I relented. "What will you do? Make some suggestions."

She looked surprised that I'd finally spoken to her.

"Oh God. Please. What do you want from me? You must know that I'll do 
it. I don't want to be punished. I'll do it. Whatever it is." I was 
silent. Waiting. She was silent. Waiting for an answer.

Not getting one, I watched as her mind began to work. It was actually 
pretty to watch. Her bound body straining. Her mouth set in a grim
line. 
It would have been interesting to see her eyes as she tried to figure 
out what I wanted, but that would have given her some balance. Right 
now, not being able to see was disturbing her. She didn't even know 
where I was if she was speaking to me. Couldn't read my expression to 
see if she was getting anywhere. Trying to figure out what I wanted
from 
her. Trying to ignore the cucumber. I reached out and touched the end
of 
it. Moving it deep inside of her. It had slipped down a bit with her 
struggles, but it was still deep enough in her that there was no chance 
of it slipping out. She cried out at the touch. Obviously uncomfortable.

"Please. Just tell me what you want. Please. I just want out of this.
Oh 
God. Please."

I'd already told her what I wanted. I was curious how long it would
take 
her to figure it out. I remained silent. She lapsed back into silence, 
thinking as best as she could considering the pain she was
experiencing. 
I was surprised that she was able to think at all. But I suppose that 
desperation could drive one to do things that one would be otherwise
unable 
to do. I watched as she reached out with her toes again. Searching.
This 
time, I just moved a step back. Just out of her range. She searched
with 
a sense of futility. Softly crying.

"Please. My arms. My vagina. My hands. Oh God. I can't feel my hands." 
She wiggled her fingers. They moved slowly, but they moved. Her hands 
were turning a distinct shade of blue. She replaced her bare foot under 
herself and raised back up on her toes. Relieving the pressure on her 
wrists. A bit of colour flowed back into her hands. But not much.

She stood there crying for a moment. Then begged a bit more. "Please. 
You have to let me down. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Are you
even 
there? Please?"

I had to give Elizabeth and Amy credit. They must have been having 
trouble with this. Not being the one's in pain, they probably knew what 
she had to do. But they kept silent. Knowing that opening their mouths 
would mean a gag and severe punishment. Elizabeth, especially, knew
what 
it was like to be gagged.

Karen, just hung in her ropes crying softly. Rocking herself. Mumbling, 
"please" every so often.

Suddenly her head snapped up. She'd probably been going through what
I'd 
said earlier in her mind. Her blind head searched me out. She spoke 
towards a spot about two feet to my left. Frightened.

"Oh God. You'll let me down if I tell you what to do to me. Won't you? 
You wanted suggestions?"

"See. You are a smart girl." Her head snapped towards my voice. Her
ears 
guiding her. "Oh God. Please." This time she faced me unerringly. I 
waited. She pulled again at the rope holding her wrists in the air.

She took a deep breath. Trying to think what I wanted to hear.

"I'll crawl for you. As long as you want. Out in the backyard if you 
want." Her eyes began to tear again. I was sure that blindfold was 
soaked. Her voice sped up as thoughts occurred to her. "A pet. I'll be 
your pet. You can put a collar on me. Leash me. I'll crawl. I'll bark. 
I'll be your dog. You can walk me. Oh God. Please let me down."

I watched her. Her face was turning red. Her pain overriding her shame, 
she continued.

"I'll fuck you. I'll be the best lay you've ever had. I'll give you 
head. You can tie me up on my knees and I'll give you head. I'm good at 
it. I swear. You can screw me. Use my pussy. My a-ass. Oh God. You can 
hit me some more. I'll do my best not to scream. Please. Have some
mercy 
on me. My arms. I'll do anything you want. Please."

I watched her. Struggling. Crying. Begging. She looked up, pleading 
evident on her face, tears streaming from beneath her blindfold.

"Please. What do you want me to do? To say? Please. I'll do anything
you 
want. I'll cry for you. I'll beg. I'll crawl. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck 
them. You want me to make love to Amy? I will. I'll do anything if 
you'll just let me down. Oh God. I. I'll masturbate for you. Right
here. 
I'll use the cucumber. I'll even use it in my ass. Oh God. My arms hurt 
so much. Please. I can't feel my hands. I'm so frightened. Please let
me 
down."

I finally spoke to her. She'd have no way of knowing this. "Not I. Not 
me."

A look of confusion crossed her face. I could see it through her 
grimaces of pain and even with the blindfold covering her eyes.
"Please. 
I don't understand."

"You are no longer Karen. You have no identity."

"Oh God. I don't understand. Please. No more."

"You will not use the word 'I' or 'me' any longer. If you do, you get 
punished more."

"Oh God. I. Please what can I use then." I struck her across the right 
breast with the spoon. She cried out and tried to back away. Her wrists 
stopping her. She was sobbing. Not understanding.

Elizabeth finally spoke up. Helping the girl. I gave her a dirty look, 
but she continued regardless. She paled, but I suppose that this was 
getting too intense for her. I was surprised that she'd held her tongue 
this long.

"Karen. Honey." The bound tormented woman turned her face towards 
Elizabeth's voice. "He's made women do this before. You have to
remember 
to use the third person. You can do it. Refer to yourself in the third 
person. You know, 'This slave' and 'This slut', that sort of thing. I 
know it's demeaning. But he won't let you down until you do. You can do 
it." She lapsed into silence and I slowly turned back to the crying 
woman in front of me.

"Oh God. I can't." I hit her again on the left breast and she screamed. 
She was undoubtedly in agony this time. She was getting a bit hoarse 
from her screaming. Her hands were now getting to be a bright shade of 
blue. I didn't doubt that she couldn't feel them. I had to loosen her 
soon if I wanted to keep playing with her.

"Okay. Okay. I. This s-slave will try. I. This slave doesn't know if I 
.. she can remember. Please don't hurt me anymore. Please let me ... 
this slave ... down." She tried to speak in the unfamiliar way. She'd 
slipped but I had to give her credit for trying. It must have been 
really hard on her.