Time Out Of Time - Volume Two Part 20

"G.o.d that hurts."

"Think about how much it is going to hurt when I whip you there."

"Christ, you f.u.c.ked up b.i.t.c.h you can't do that."

Sheila's musical voice spoke from where she lay on the floor. "You f.u.c.king s.h.i.thead. How many times? How many times did you have me like that? Hanging from your f.u.c.king hooks. Naked. Helpless. My legs spread for you. How many times? How many times did you come out here? That G.o.dd.a.m.n grin on your face? That f.u.c.king whip in your hand? How many times did you make me kiss it? Huh? How many times did I beg you not to use it on me? How many times did you use that f.u.c.king whip on me? On my p.u.s.s.y? Even on my a.s.shole? While I screamed? And begged? How many f.u.c.king times?" Tears began to fall from her eyes again. She fought them back. Fought back the memories. "How many times?" she whispered.

Christi hadn't lost eye contact with him. I saw her eyes flash. Taking in Sheila's words. I watched as she struggled to contain the impulse to kill him on the spot. Instead she smiled. A scary, evil smile. He paled. I'd have paled too in his position. I watched as Christi purposely applied pressure with her fingers to his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es again. Watching his face intently as it fell through the stages of fear, pain and then to agony. She kept the pressure on as he fought to pull away. Fought with the ropes holding him. Fought like a daemon. And finally simply held back his head and screamed. Much like Sheila probably had in another time as he whipped her mercilessly between her spread thighs. I couldn't imagine that kind of pain.

Finally Christi released him and backed away. Her face a mask of satisfaction. She'd finally broken the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He fell forward, still gasping for breath. Moaning. If he wasn't bound, I was sure he'd be doubled up in pain. Unable to utter any intelligible sound.

Christi returned to her stance by my chair. Jane and Sheila shakily got to their feet and limped over as well. The two of them sunk to their knees watching Mayer. Too tired to stand.

I raised my eyes to Christi. Noticing my attention, Christi looked back at me.

"Nice," I remarked to her.

She smiled. While she had my attention, her hand purposefully snaked down her bare body, lightly brushing her hard nipples as it traveled down. I watched as her hand lightly traced her outer l.a.b.i.a and she moaned quietly. She was showing me that she was turned on. I wasn't too surprised with her. I'd seen this reaction before. She had even admitted her s.a.d.i.s.tic tendencies to me. I saw Jane's eyes flick over and widen, but she probably just a.s.sumed that I'd asked Christi to do that. I didn't think that Christi had shared her dominant tendencies with the other women. But it was hard to tell. The look that crossed Jane's face had an element of understanding in it as well. Maybe she just knew. Jane was incredible perceptive.

With an obvious effort, Christi withdrew her hands from her own body and shivered. Mayer was beginning to recover. I glanced down at Sheila and out of the corner of her eye she knew I was looking at her. She glanced up from her kneeling position.

"Master? You wouldn't believe the pain he put me through up there. Can I? Can I kick him again? In the b.a.l.l.s? Please?" Her face was flushed. She couldn't believe she was asking this. That she was pulling enough away from Mayer's control to ask this. She's probably dreamed, fantasized about doing this for months.

"Sheila honey. You can do anything that doesn't kill him. You don't have to ask my permission. I'm just observing. I doubt if a kick to the b.a.l.l.s will kill him. He might wish he was dead, but it shouldn't kill him."

"Really?"

"Really."

Mayer had heard the exchange. He shook his head. Moaned. "Please. No."

Finally he was losing the att.i.tude. Christi had a way with men. He'd felt her fingers. I couldn't imagine the pain of getting kicked there. Even by a small woman like Sheila in bare feet. Schoolyard mishaps were enough for me.

Sheila climbed to her bare feet and walked slowly and carefully until she was standing in front of him again. His eyes traveled over her nude body. She silently suffered his attention. Not much she could do to cover herself. Not like he hadn't seen her before.

I watched as he managed to regain some of his self-confidence.

"Well c.u.n.t? Can you do it? Put me in as much pain as I put you?"

She hesitated. He was clever. Playing on her feminine side. Trying to get her to remember how awful the agony was. Trying to make her think twice about inflicting it on someone else. Playing on her female tendency towards sympathy. However misplaced. It might have worked if he hadn't slipped and called her a c.u.n.t. He probably didn't even realize his mistake.

She slowly shook her head, "I'm not a c.u.n.t."

"You f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. I swear you'll regret this. f.u.c.k you."

She closed her eyes and lashed out at him with her bare foot. I heard it connect with him. Right through his pants. Directly on target. His mouth opened in a soundless scream, pure agony crawling across his face. His whole body convulsed and twitched against the ropes. Finally, he gasped in another big lungful of air and screamed. If I didn't know better, I would have guessed it was a woman under extreme torture. I was actually surprised that he didn't pa.s.s out.

She had fallen again to the floor. Her face a mask of pain mirroring Mayer's. Her side, bruised muscles and cracked rib flaring into her nerves. She'd put all her fading strength into that kick. Tears ran down her face, but she managed not to cry out. Trying her best to control her breathing. Finally she raised herself to her hands and knees. She leaned forward, retching from the pain. Her stomach was completely empty and nothing came up. Finally she just hung her head, crying out as her stomach muscles contracted. She finally regained control of her breathing and looked up at me wearily. Tears falling freely from her eyes. She managed to get a smile out.

"Got him. Didn't I?" She gasped out. Proud of herself. I nodded back to her.

She struggled her way to her knees, looking at the man in agony hanging from his wrists. She waited a few minutes, breathing deeply, and then with a huge effort, managed to raise herself back to her feet. She cringed and gently held her injured side, but faced him again. Swaying from side to side. Even keeping her balance was an effort. A stunning bruised woman facing the rapidly failing man. She managed to hold her head up and quietly waited for him to recover.

Finally he raised his head and whispered to her. "f.u.c.k. You f.u.c.king G.o.dd.a.m.n c.o.c.ksucking b.i.t.c.h."

"Now you know why I was screaming so much when you whipped me between my legs. But you didn't f.u.c.king care. Did you? You just kept it up until I couldn't scream any more. No. No rests for me. You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Didn't matter if I hurt? Did it? I'll bet you f.u.c.king care now."

"I hope it hurt you. You deserved it, you f.u.c.ked up b.i.t.c.h."

"Apologize."

"Apologize?"

"I want you to apologize. I want you to stop calling us degrading names. I'm not a f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. I'm not a wh.o.r.e. I'm not a b.i.t.c.h. Got it? And neither are Jane and Christi. We're people. Human beings." Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

"Who the f.u.c.k do you think you are, b.i.t.c.h? You are a G.o.dd.a.m.n slave. If not mine then his. You're a f.u.c.king pet. You better f.u.c.king get used to it."

"I know that I'm his slave n-now. If he wants me called a b.i.t.c.h, then I'll accept it. But. I. Don't. Have. To. Take. It. From. You. Anymore. I also think that I'm the *woman* that is about to boot your b.a.l.l.s up through the roof of your mouth if I don't hear an apology and right now."

I felt like applauding. She as getting the hang of it. Letting her pain and anger go.

"I. I can't take another kick. Not there."

"You think that I could take that whip of your's on my p.u.s.s.y? I didn't have a G.o.dd.a.m.n choice, now did I? I wished I was DEAD, you f.u.c.ker. I just about committed suicide, you f.u.c.ked up b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I would have if I wasn't afraid for my brother. And you think I won't kick you again? It hurts me to do it. I'm in f.u.c.king agony thanks to you. But I swear to G.o.d I will kick you again, and I'll keep kicking you until I can't anymore, if you don't f.u.c.king start APOLOGIZING." Her voice had risen from a soft whisper to a scream. She was nearly hysterical. She was scaring me, and I wasn't even the one she was p.i.s.sed at.

"Alright. I'm sorry. f.u.c.k. I'm sorry already. Just don't kick me again. I won't be able to have children. Christ. I'm sorry I called you names. I swear it. I'll never do it again. I swear."

"You weren't too worried about my future children? Were you? Care to apologize for whipping my c.u.n.t? Care to apologize for not giving me a chance? For raping me every f.u.c.king day for the last three months? For whipping me even though I was begging and pleading? Even though I couldn't beg because you f.u.c.king gagged me to keep me quiet? Care to apologize for kicking the s.h.i.t out of me for no G.o.dd.a.m.n reason?"

"I sorry. I'm so sorry."

She closed her eyes. Seeing what was coming, he braced himself as best he could. Her foot lashed out again and traveled the short distance to his crotch. The flat top of her foot connected with him again. Again, he screamed silently. Twisting. His body retched. His stomach was empty as well and nothing came up, thankfully. He ended up mimicking that tortured woman again. Screaming. Crying. Begging. Much like I imagine Sheila did when the positions were reversed. Only in her case it went on and on. Her whole world just a wall of red pain. I was beginning to wonder how she'd survived as sane as she had. What I'd seen appeared to be just the tip of the iceberg.

She had fallen to the floor again. Tears running down her face as she tried to get her breath. This time, she was facing him as she'd fallen. Crumpled on the floor. When she could breathe again, she managed to hiss at him, "I don't believe you."

I seriously doubted if he could even hear her; his agony overriding all his other senses.

She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. Christi and Jane were just watching this whole thing with tears in their eyes. Paralyzed. Not quite believing this woman's courage.

I slowly got out of the chair and walked over to her fallen form. I knelt beside her.

"You alright?"

"Emotionally or physically?" she managed to gasp out. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Her right cheek was turned towards me, the bruise, if anything, looked worse than before.

"Both."

"No." I took that to mean that she was hurting both physically and emotionally.

"Sheila. You certainly got him back."

"I. I can't get up." Her fingers weakly sc.r.a.ped at the carpet.

"I know. That's why I'm here." I very carefully rolled her over onto her back. I could have sworn that the bruise on her left side was larger as well. I reached for her hands and she placed her small hands in mine. I gently pulled her into a sitting position. She grimaced with the pain, and looked like she might be sick again for a moment. She fought off the nausea and actually managed a smile.

"He apologized. Even if he didn't mean it." She grinned and then shifted her weight trying to avoid the stab of pain running through her body. I waited for it to pa.s.s.

"Shhh." I admonished her. She nodded.

I bent down to her and guided her shaking arms around my neck. I tucked my left arm under her knees and lifted her. It was as though I'd lifted a trembling feather. I doubted if she was even a hundred pounds.

As she came off the floor, she let out an involuntary scream as her weight settled into my arms. I saw Evan's head glance up dully, but he immediately fell back to moaning. Not caring about her pain. He was still obviously in considerable pain. Probably still sick, too.

"I'm sorry. It had to be done. I had to lift you."

She whispered, "I know. It's okay. Thank-you for coming to get me."

I carried the bare female back to the chair. I carefully sat back in it, still cradling Sheila in my arms. She rocked slowly in my arms. I lowered her into my lap. Her arms still around my neck. She was moaning to herself softly. Crying into my shoulder. Trying to ease the pain in her wracked body. Her eyes closed.

After a while, Evan managed to stop moaning and just hung in his bonds. Silent.

Sheila finally managed to fight off some of the agony coursing through her. She smiled up at me weakly.

I spoke to her. "Let Christi take over now. You can't do any more. Okay?"

"No. I have to kick him again. He hit me so many times. He just didn't care."

"I know. I know, sweetheart. You can't though. You'll kill yourself."

"I don't care. I want to kick him again and again and again."

"I know. You are one brave little girl. But you have to let Christi have her turn. Okay? She hasn't been knocked around as much as you. She can hurt him more. Right? She'll kick him for you."

She closed her eyes. Looked like she was going to argue, but then a spasm of pain shot through her body again making her cry out.

"Honey? You can't even stand up anymore. You've done enough for now. Rest." I felt like I was comforting a child.

She silently nodded through her tears. Incredibly, her breathing began to slow and her eyes closed. She simply fell asleep in my arms.

Chapter 82.

"She's asleep?" Christi whispered to me incredulously.

I nodded. I couldn't see much choice. I just sat there and cradled the girl in my arms.

"Do we stop then?" Jane asked me. Concern in her eyes. Concern for the nude woman in my arms. She didn't particularly care if she got to continue the torment of the monster. All she cared about was making sure this abused creature lying in my arms was taken care of. The a.s.shole would always be there.

"No. Male domination isn't really my thing," I confessed. "The only reason you are doing this at all is because he is such an a.s.shole. And he deserves it. I was thinking of leaving him to you anyway. Go get some sleep myself. I'll take care of her. Somehow."

"You are going to leave us alone with him? Unbound?"

"I'm sure you'll behave."

Christi's eyes fairly shone. "You know. It doesn't seem to be quite fair. Us all naked and him getting to keep his clothes."

Jane nodded her agreement.

"I definitely don't want to see this. There are scissors in the closet. I'm sure I saw them. You don't need my permission to strip him."

Jane scrambled to her feet.

"Hold on a second." She stopped midstep. "I'm going to lock you both in here with him. You won't be able to get out. Key works both ways. The place is soundproofed. I can't hear you once you are locked in. If you let this guy free, he probably will break all your fingers and toes. You'll probably be dead before I ever find out you are in trouble. Understand? He's dangerous. Have your fun. Knock him around. Knock him out for all I care. But be careful. I don't want to have to be setting busted bones. At least not yours. Or have more than one girl full of bruises. Okay?"

They both nodded. I suspect they understood the danger even better than I. They were female after all. This guy knocked women around for sport. And when he got tired of them, or they finally fought back, he just casually murdered them.

I rose with the naked girl still fast asleep in my arms. She murmured something in her sleep.

"And remember. Don't kill him. Use whatever you like from the closet though. He used most of it on Sheila here and she survived. You two going to be alright in here on your own?" Christi nodded. "I'll be back for you later. Remember to sleep."

I made my way past Mayer. I walked up to him, still cradling his former slave in my arms. He looked up at me dully. Most of the fight left him after Sheila's kicks to his groin.

"You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I'm. Going. To. Kill. You. For. This." He was a determined a.s.shole.

"I'd save your strength. I think Jane and Christi know what your weak spot is."

"I'll never give in to those f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.hes."

"We'll see."

I walked away from the pathetic madman. I struggled with the door. Though she was light, the girl in my arms was awkward. I found it incredible that even asleep she maintained her grasp around my neck. Holding on to me like I was a lifeline. I took one last look in the room. Christi was carefully cutting his clothes off, ignoring his protests and insults. Jane was busy tightening his ankle restraints, spreading his legs further than they were. He was far too weak to resist. The naked women looked like they had things under control.

My eyes were closing. It had been a really full day. Most of the girls at least had gotten some rest, but I had been moving all day.

I carefully carried Sheila to the master bedroom. I placed her gently on the bedcovers and she stretched her nude body out as soon as her head touched the pillow. Automatically releasing my neck from her grasp. I found it amazing that her unconscious mind could do that. Know when to hold and when to let go. She was so fast asleep. She sighed and winced in her sleep as her injuries twinged. I walked out the door quietly. I had to deal with Amy and Elizabeth before sleeping. Jane and Christi were safely locked in the business room.

I padded down the stairs. Amy had turned off the lights and drawn the shades in the living room. The headphones were still on her head, but I noticed that the stereo wasn't playing. The red digits on the CD player were just softly flashing 00:00, giving the darkened room an eerie glow once very second. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rising and falling gently. Seemed everyone in the house was asleep but me. I debated just leaving her to sleep the way she was. But, of all the girls, I was worried about Amy the most. She seemed to still have trouble, once in a while, accepting her captivity. I gently took the headphones off her head. She muttered something in her sleep. Sounded a bit like Elizabeth's name actually. She settled back down. I retrieved a set of ankle restraints from the equipment pack. I slipped back into the living room and knelt beside Amy. I carefully lifted her right leg and attached one end of the steel cuff to her slender ankle. I attached the other end to the leg of the sofa she was lying on. She never awoke. She'd be fine. I'd fallen asleep on that sofa. It was plenty comfortable. As I moved to the library, I switched off the stereo. The red lights on the CD player faded out to black. The eerie pulsing red illumination faded from the room.

Elizabeth had dimmed the lights in the library as well. There was a desk lamp burning on the table presumably illuminating her book. She still sat at the library desk, her head down using A Tale of Two Cities as a pillow. Her cuffed hands rested easily on the table in front of her. She was gently snoring.

I softly touched her on the head. She moved her cuffed hands a bit. "Come on Catherine. Let me sleep. Just five more minutes. Please?" Groggily. Catherine? That had been the feisty girl in the BMW. The one I'd released when Elizabeth had agreed to be my *hostage'.

"Elizabeth?" I whispered to her. Her eyes fluttered open. She sighed when she realized that she was neither in her own warm bed nor was I Catherine. She glanced down at herself. Nude in a stranger's house.