Time Out Of Time - Volume Two Part 13

"Oh G.o.d." But she stood still while I fitted the dark cloth over her eyes. She cried out a bit but didn't complain beyond that.

I waved my hand in front of her face. She didn't react. I pretended to slap her. Stopping just short of contact. She didn't flinch. She was blind.

I traced my finger down over her right nipple. She jumped at the touch, but controlled her impulse to move. Probably sudden movements made themselves known through the inertia of the foreign body deep in her v.a.g.i.n.al ca.n.a.l.

I rummaged through her drawers finally coming up with a pair of wooden spoons. Lightweight. They would serve.

Chapter 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 b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s, 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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but knowing that it was d.a.m.n uncomfortable. If not downright painful. Her nipple was securely trapped and suitably uncomfortable.

"I told you that it would be uncomfortable."

"s.h.i.+t," she hissed. "What the h.e.l.l 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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s and let her rest. I reached forward and touched the chain between her nipples. It swung, eliciting gasps from the bound lady.

"Oh G.o.d. 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 a.s.sistant 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 cuc.u.mber still deep inside her to s.h.i.+ft. 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 G.o.d. 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 G.o.d. 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 G.o.d. 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. Antic.i.p.ating 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 cuc.u.mber 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 a.s.s. Her thighs. Her stomach. Her calves. She let out particularly enticing screams when the spoon caught her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Or touched the nipple clamps. I made sure a few strokes caught her face. I finally decided the poor girl had had enough. h.e.l.l, 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 cuc.u.mber. 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 G.o.d. Please no more. I can't. It hurts. Oh G.o.d. 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 f.u.c.k 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 t.i.ts 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 G.o.d."

"They're off now."

"My t.i.ts. My nipples. They're burning." I watched as she unconsciously pulled at her wrists. Wanting to pull her hands down and cradle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. 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 cuc.u.mber which was still inserted into her v.a.g.i.n.a. 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. G.o.d. 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 d.a.m.n cuc.u.mber out of me. Oh G.o.d. Please, at least take off the blindfold. Oh G.o.d. 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 G.o.d. 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 cuc.u.mber. 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 G.o.d. 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 v.a.g.i.n.a. My hands. Oh G.o.d. 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 G.o.d. 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 G.o.d. 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 G.o.d. Please let me down."

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

"I'll f.u.c.k 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 p.u.s.s.y. My a-a.s.s. Oh G.o.d. 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 f.u.c.k you. I'll f.u.c.k them. You want me to make love to Amy? I will. I'll do anything if you'll just let me down. Oh G.o.d. I. I'll m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e for you. Right here. I'll use the cuc.u.mber. I'll even use it in my a.s.s. Oh G.o.d. 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."