I dressed quickly.

Leaving the nude girls in the bedroom, I wandered out to the living room where
I'd left Amy hog-tied the former evening. She was awake and livid.

"About time. What do you want from me?"

"Don't know yet."

"Will you please untie me?"

"I like you like that."

"Oh God. My arms are killing me. Can't you loosen the ropes at least?"

"Who are you?"

"Amy Trotman. I told you already. Who was that woman that wouldn't speak to me
this morning."

Hmmmm. I guess Jane gets some cruelty points for ignoring the bound girl.

"That was Jane."

"Who the hell is that? And why was she naked?"

"I like my women naked. Clothing is relatively useless on a woman. Don't you
think?"

"Please."

"Amy, we can do one of two things. You can stay tied up there until I decide I
don't like it anymore. I can cut your clothes off you. Or, I can release you, you
can strip for me, and I can re-tie you a bit more comfortably."

"Oh God. Please. You don't have to do this."

"I know. I want to do it."

"Why? What did I ever do to you?"

"Absolutely nothing. You were just in the wrong hotel room at the wrong time. 
And I want to see you naked. So which is it?"

"Please don't do this."

"You want me to choose? I like cutting clothes off helpless girls."

"Shit. Okay. Untie me. I'll take them off for you, you bastard."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'm gonna lose them one way or the other."

"Good girl. You are catching on quick."

"Bastard."

I placed the gun on the table and bent down. I quickly unwrapped the ropes
holding her and she gasped as the circulation returned to her hands and feet. I
gave her a second to uncramp her muscles while I settled into the couch. She
stayed on the floor, her face a mask of pain as the circulation caused pins and
needles to crawl across her skin.

Finally, I could tell the pain had diminished and I spoke to her, "Amy, get up."

"Please don't make me do this." But she rose to her feet.

"Continue."

Her small hands fumbled with her clothes. Dropped her blouse and pants at her
feet and stood in front of me, somewhat defiantly in her bra and panties and
ankle socks.

"Please don't make me take off the rest."

"Amy ... we can tie you down again and I'll take the rest off if you like."

She shook her head and used her toes to slowly pull her socks off. Her toe nails
were painted and she had perfect feet. She looked up with pleading in her eyes as
she stood barefoot in front of me. Seeing no compassion, she resigned herself and
popped the front closing clasp of her bra. She let the piece of cloth fall off
behind her. Wanting to get it over with now, she quickly hooked the waistband of
her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them daintily. She
raised her hands to try and cover her bare breasts and between her legs. I let
her for now. She shifted her weight from bare foot to bare foot while I watched
her.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Now what? You rape me?"

"I don't think so." I let her just stand there, nude. Awkward.

After a few more minutes. "What then? Please. This is so humiliating."

"I think I'll tie you up again. Come here. Lie across the coffee table."

"Please no. I'll do whatever you want. I stripped for you. You don't need to tie
me up again. I won't run away. Please. I can't stand being tied.   I'll do
anything you want. You want me? You want me to give you a blowjob? Fuck you?
My-my aa-sss?"

"Amy ..."

"Please," she was crying now. Her shame and her fear apparent. Being hog-tied for
hours was beginning to seem like the easy part to the poor naked woman.

"Amy, all I want right now is to tie you to this coffee table. Don't make me hurt
you."

The naked woman stumbled over to the table and carefully lay down across it, face
down.

"You know I want you face up."

"Why, so you can rape me?"

"No, my dear, so it is easier to hurt you."

"Oh God. Please don't hurt me. I won't let you tie me up."

"Amy, for every second that you don't let me tie you to that table will mean more
pain. And I mean more pain."

A small voice came from the hallway, Jane's, "Amy, that's your name ..., Amy, you
have got to do what he says. Like it or not. God, I don't believe that I'm saying
this. Amy, honey, if he says he is going to hurt you, he *is* going to hurt you.
You'll only make it so much worse if you don't obey."

I shook my head. I would have to do something about that willful girl. I was
positive that I told her to stay in the bedroom with Christi and Liz.

But her voice got through to Amy. The frightened nude girl slowly flipped over
onto her back on the table and lay there, her breath coming in great gulps as the
adrenaline flowed through her body.

I looked over at Jane. "Alright fancy lady. I was pretty sure that I told you to
stay in the bedroom."

"I'm sorry, sir. I swear I am. The others were afraid to come out. But I felt bad
for this girl. It was so hard to ignore her this morning, she was in such pain.
And we could hear you in the back room having trouble with her.   I though I
might be able to help. She's just frightened. Please. You don't have to hurt her.
She'll do anything you tell her. Won't you, honey?"

The nude girl just looked up through her tears and nodded.

"I want to watch her being hurt. If she cooperates, then it doesn't have to be
too much."

Amy moaned, "Please, sir. You don't have to hurt me. Please don't hurt me."

"Jane, as long as you are here, why don't you tie her?"

"Please no. I don't want to get involved."

"You are already involved. You are already in hot water for sneaking out here. 
You want to make it worse? Remember, every three minutes. You know I can do that
again."

"Oh god, please never that again. My boobs still hurt."

She was already at my feet taking the rope that I held out.

She whispered to the frightened girl on the table, "Please, just do what he says.
I don't want to do this, but you don't have any idea what he can make you do. I
had to strip and have sex with my sister in front of my father.  Then he made my
mother have sex with another woman while he timed it by whipping my bound boobs."

I saw Amy's eyes flick to her father still visible outside the door.

"Oh God. He won't do that to me, will he."

I watched as Jane expertly wrapped the rope around Amy's wrists and ankles
holding her securely to the coffee table.

"Honey, I don't have a clue what he'll do to you, but I can guarantee you won't
like it. But, if you disobey, or hesitate, you'll regret it. Please, take it from
someone who has seen it. Just do what he says."

"Jane, you want to hurt her?"

"Oh God, please don't make me do that. I don't get off on this stuff. I'd rather
take another whipping than hurt her."

"Jane, it wasn't an option."

"Oh no. I've done everything you asked. I only came out to help."

"And now you are helping."

"No. I can't do it."

"Jane. We can go back to the mall you know. Elaine's breasts still are aching for
the touch of the crop."

"You bastard. I can't hit another woman for you. Tie them up. Strip them.  Even
make love to them, if you absolutely have to. I can even fake that I'm enjoying
it. But I can't torture another woman. Think what you are asking. I know how much
it hurts. Unlike you, I have a conscience."

"All right, Jane. How about if I hurt you too? Where would you like to be tied
up?"

"Please no."

"Jane, if you don't let me do this now, we will head back to the mall. I'm sure
your mother would love to make love to everyone again while I whip you.  Only
this time, maybe I'll get her to do the rounds twice."

"You bastard. How do you want me?"

"Still won't hit Amy to save your hide?"

"Do I still have the choice?"

"Nope. But I thought I'd ask anyway ..."

Resigned. "Where do you want to tie me? You can do anything you want to me, but I
can't hit that poor girl. And please not back to the mall."

I led the shaking girl to the center of the room. I glanced down at Amy. She was
pulling at the ropes holding her wide open on the coffee table.  Softly crying.

"Hands up." Jane obediently raised her hands to waist level. I tied them
together. Jane just shivered.

There were a few hanging plants in the suite; one of which I simply took down and
placed on the floor. I ran the rope through the hook and placed Jane under it. I
pulled her bound wrists above her head and tied the rope off by running the rope
around Amy's waist. That way Amy would know just how hard Jane was pulling while
I hit her. Jane, standing there nude, knowing that she was about to be tortured,
but still standing still, docile. I marveled at her self control. Wondered idly,
if she had actually orchestrated a punishment. I remembered her wet pussy after
the breast beating at the mall. Maybe she got off on this stuff? I doubted it,
but one never knew.  Perhaps, after her punishment I'd ask her.

I returned to the bedroom and retrieved an ankle spreader. Christi was kneeling
on the floor in front of the bed, still in her chains.

"We tried to stop her."

"I know. I have a task for you."

"Oh God, what?"

I smiled at her.

"Oh shit. You want me to have sex with them. Please no." She pursed her pretty
lips.

"Yeah, Liz can hold down the fort." I took the handcuffs off Christi's ankles and
quickly cuffed Liz to the foot of the bed. No complaints. I guess she preferred
to stay quietly in the bedroom than participate. Didn't surprise me.

I practically had to drag Christi out to the living room. Her eyes registered no
surprise at Jane and Amy. Naked and bound.

Christi just looked at Jane, "You didn't do something he asked, did you?"

Jane just miserably shook her head.

I knelt down and carefully spread apart Jane's legs and attached her bare ankles
to the bar. She was spread open. I decided to make this harder on the bound girl
and wrapped each breast in rope, squeezing the mounds until it looked
uncomfortable. Jane had been in this position before.

"Oh God. Please not again. I'll hit her. I'll whip her if you want. Just don't
hit my boobs. Oh God. Please. Mercy."

Ignoring the pleading woman, I motioned Christi to walk over. She did. She knew
what I was going to ask before I had to open my mouth. She knelt in front of Jane
whispering, "I don't want to do this."

I looked down at Christi, hands still bound behind her back. "I'm going to whip
Jane's breasts. Once every three minutes until she comes. At that point I'll give
her the option of begging to hit Amy. Understand?"

"Oh God. Jane, you have to hurry, okay? It's hard enough me having to lick
another woman without her screaming. Honey?"

Jane just gulped and nodded.

Taking aim, I brought the crop down across Jane's bound right breast.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", she screamed. As the pain faded, she began to beg.  "Oh
God. My boob. It's on fire. Please no more. I'll hit her. I'll do anything.  Just
no more."

I watched as Christi raised up on her knees and pressed her face into the
squirming, crying girl's pussy, trying to get her to orgasm and end this torture.

"Count." I said to Jane.

"Count? Ahhhh. God it hurts."

"Count. That was one."

"Oh God. You bastard. One."

I glanced at my watch. Jane realized that she had better begin thinking about
getting to orgasm or she was going to get hit again. Through her sobs, she tried
to concentrate on the tonguing from Christi, the nude blonde between her legs.

Three minutes.

I slashed the crop down across her left breast, just missing the nipple.

"Oh shit. Oooowwowowowowowowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Jesus Christ. Argh.  Please.
For pity's sake. Stop. You have no idea how much that hurts.  My boobs. You're
tearing them apart. Argh. Bastard."

I hit her breasts again. Both of them. Almost immediately. She almost falling
against the ropes, pulling Amy's body with the connecting rope making Amy cry
out.

"AAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus Christ. God. Shit. Argh." Through
her sobbing. "What happened to every three minutes. Ah Christ."

I just looked at her and raised it again to give her a third.

It dawned on her pretty face a little too late.

"Oh Christ. I'm sorry. Please I'm sorry. Two. Ahhhhhhhhh No Nargh. Two.  I said
two. Please stop. It hurts so much."

Her bound breasts were heaving with her exertions. Her bare feet practically
leaving the floor with her struggles. Amy was struggling with the rope around her
waist. Jane's bound wrists trying, in vain, to get her sore breasts away from
their torment.

Once she remembered to count, I laid off her breasts and began counting off
another three minutes. Christi still struggling to give Jane the stimulation she
was going to need to stop this punishment.

Jane began to really try and concentrate through the sobbing and she looked like
she was nearly at the climax that she so desperately needed when six minutes
arrived and I brought the crop down right across both bare nipples.

"Ahhhhhhh. N-no. Bastard. I was almost there. Oh God. My nipples. God you almost
tore them from my tits. Oh shit. Three. Three. You son-of-a-bitch. I wish I could
show you how much this hurts. Fuck. Jesus. Please no more. I'll come for you.
I'll crawl. I'll torture Amy's tits. I'll lick her all over. I'll do anything.
Just no more."

Finally she began contracting and at about eight minutes and fifty seconds I
watched as her muscles tightened and she crashed through an orgasm, crying out
through her pain. Just as she was peaking, it was nine minutes and I slashed the
crop across the tops of her bare breasts causing her to scream again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Four. Christ Four. Oh God. I'm coming again. My tits. Oh God.  My
tits."

The last stroke seemed to put her into another orgasm or an extension of her
first climax. No way to tell. She screamed. The nude blonde still with her face
buried in Jane's pussy. Jane's body writhing in pain and orgasm.  Finally, after
what seemed forever, her body went limp, her bound bare feet barely supporting
her. Sobbing. Christi finally falling back on her heels, trying to get the taste
out of her mouth, but not complaining.

Jane hanging in her bonds began to beg. I was completely surprised that she
remembered that she still had to beg to be released. Perhaps it just came
naturally to the naked woman after the breast torture.

"Oh my God. I'd forgotten how much that hurt. My boobs. I can't take anymore. 
Please don't hit me again. Please. You've torn me apart. Please, untie me. 
Please let me down. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hit my boobs again.
Please. I'll do whatever you want to Amy. I swear it. I'll whip her.  Please let
me hurt her. Please, I want to hurt her. I'll do it with my boobs tied. And my
feet spread. Argh. You bastard. Please, just let me down."

While she babbled, I wandered over to the by now very scared Amy and released the
waist rope. Jane collapsed in a heap as soon as she was robbed of the support to
her wrists. Christi tried to move closer to the bound girl and comfort her but
wasn't very effective with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Jane just lay
her head against Christi's breast and sobbed. She couldn't seem to stop crying.
Trying to hold her wounded breasts with her bound hands.

Amy looked up at me with fear as I sat on the couch waiting for Jane to finish
crying. The girl bound to the coffee table looked up at me with tears in her eyes
and spoke softly, "Please don't do that to me. I'll do anything you want. You
don't have to hurt me."

"Amy, I am not going to lie to you. I am going to get Jane to hurt you.  Believe
me, it will be better than if I do it."

"Oh God, but why? I haven't done anything. I've done everything you wanted." She
was beginning to pull at the ropes holding her bare body to the table.

I nodded to her bound wrists. "I wouldn't pull against them if I were you.  When
Jane starts in on you, you are probably going to bruise them, but you don't need
to start early."

"Please, don't hurt me."

"But Amy, I want to hurt you. I want to see you cry." My hand stole forward and
idly stroked her helpless bare breast. She cringed at the touch.

"Oh God." Tears welling up.

Even Christi was crying still trying to comfort Jane.

"You ready?" I asked Amy.

"Please no."

I walked over to Jane and Christi, crouching down.

Jane looked up at me with bleary eyes, red from her weeping. "You bastard." But
her tears had nearly stopped.

I just looked at her. "You should know better. You always end up doing what I
want in the end anyway. You ready?"

Jane held out her still bound wrists. I quickly untied them. Her hands fell
immediately to her bare chest, cradling the bound breasts, trying to ease the hot
pain that must still grip the sensitive mounds. I held out the crop. I saw a
brief flash in her eyes as she reached out to take it.   Wishing she could hit me
with it. In the most painful spot she could find.   Just once. But she didn't.

To her credit, she didn't even ask if I'd untie her breasts. They must have hurt
like holy hell, but she knew that they were staying bound until I decided to
remove the constricting ropes.

I retreated to the couch, and relaxed.

Jane finally managed to stop her crying and moved awkwardly on her knees to the
opposite side of the coffee table. The spreader bar still holding her ankles wide
apart. Christi just knelt quietly where she was.