Time Out Of Time - Volume Two Part 65

"Oh G.o.d." She hung her head in defeat, tears falling from her eyes again. I glanced over at Sheila, who was looking positively sick at this exchange.

I traced my fingers slowly up Jane's leg, under her dress, savouring the feel of her silken skin. She cried out a bit at the touch, but didn't move. She was probably sensitive all over her body from the shock I'd forced her to endure. I couldn't imagine how Sheila had taken a shock at a higher level if Jane was having this much trouble at level one. And I could see how higher levels might be lethal.

I carefully felt for the tape between Jane's legs and carefully peeled it from her skin. She cried out again, as the tape lifted some of her spa.r.s.e pubic hair with it. But that indignity couldn't have been anywhere near as bad as what she had endured earlier.

I slowly eased the probe from her sore v.a.g.i.n.a as she gasped. She sighed in relief as I pulled the shiny phallus out from under her dress.

"Thank-you," she whispered as she was relieved of her violation and the source of her torture.

"Feel better?"

"Much. But please don't do this to Elizabeth. She doesn't deserve it."

"I know she doesn't, sweetheart. I know."

"Why then? What can I offer you not to do it."

"Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?"

"My b.r.e.a.s.t.s? You already have them. They're yours."

"Beg me to whip them."

"You know I will. As much and as long as you like."

"Don't scream when I hit them?"

"Oh G.o.d. Please. You know I can't do that. Gag me if you want me to be quiet. Please."

"Try. You'll have lots of motivation."

"Will trying be good enough? Will you shock her anyway if I scream?"

"Hold off screaming for the first five. How's that?"

"And you'll let her out of the shocks?"

"Yes. But I don't promise that I won't hit her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as well."

"Oh G.o.d. Alright. I'll try. What if I fail?"

"You won't. But if you do, I'll shock her. And I'll increase the shocks to level two."

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. So it's all up to me."

"You begged me to let you offer something. I was just going to give her one more small dose. You raised the stakes here."

"Oh G.o.d. I'm sorry."

"You still have the choice. I don't really mind either way."

"You are a monster. You know that? I'm not sure if I can keep quiet."

I smiled at her. "You did during the electricity thing."

"That took every ounce of my strength. I'm not sure I can do it again. Please. Just let us go. We've suffered for you enough."

"Janey? Sweety? Do you want to try this, or not?"

"Oh G.o.d. You son of a b.i.t.c.h. I don't have a choice, do I? I'll try. I can't watch her go through that again. Knowing it was because I couldn't stop it."

"Jane. Please don't. I might pa.s.s out, but I won't feel anything if I do. Let me do this. I got us into this," Elizabeth pleaded with her from her tether. "I. I have to do this."

Jane whispered to her, "I'm sorry. I have to do this as well. He could do all this anyway to me. Don't you see? He's giving me a chance here. He didn't have to. I have to try."

I carried the silver probe over to Elizabeth and knelt in front of her.

"Elizabeth, I know that this is going to be hard, but you have to do this. Otherwise, I'm going to make it a lot worse on you. Okay?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to hold this thing in your mouth."

"But. Please. It's been in her."

"I know, baby. If Jane fails, then you still have to hold it while I press that b.u.t.ton."

"I can't do that."

"You'll have to."

"Oh G.o.d. Please don't do this."

"Kiss it." I held the device of torment to her lips. She wrinkled her pretty nose and pressed her lips together, refusing to touch it with her mouth.

"I'm going to give you one more chance, Elizabeth. Don't do this to yourself." My fingers stole up under her bound body and caressed her right nipple gently, the unclamped one. She gasped but still refused.

"Elizabeth. Sweety. Do what he says. Don't you remember how much it hurts? He'll shock you until you do what he says. My p.u.s.s.y still aches, I'm sure your's does too. Just hold it. I'll make sure you don't get shocked again. I don't taste that bad," Jane coaxed the girl from her bonds.

Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes as she regarded me, a mixture of fear and anger in her eyes. She pressed herself forward against the bonds and quickly touched her lips to the slick probe, tasting Jane. I pressed the tip of the phallus against her lips and she reluctantly opened them, allowing me to press the thing into her warm mouth. I watched as she was forced to provide some suction with her cheeks to hold the thing in her mouth. She moaned a bit, but succeeding in controlling her instincts to push it out. She was effectively gagging herself. She actually looked quite beautiful, but I'm sure she wouldn't have thought so.

I moved back over to Jane.

"You ready?"

"Not really," she glared at me, knowing how much this was going to hurt her and not being allowed to scream.

I turned back to my free a.s.sistant, Sheila still on her knees by the recliner.

"Sheila, get me a small paddle?"

"Please don't make me help with this. I don't want to hurt her."

"I'm not going to make you hit her. I promise."

Sheila, resigned, climbed back to her bare feet and padded back to the closet. Eyes downcast, she handed me the paddle as she returned. She begged me with her eyes and then knelt back down in her spot beside the chair, wanting to look away, but morbidly fascinated how Jane was going to make out.

Chapter 114.

I looked at the paddle in my hand. It was a small leather paddle about the size of a table tennis racquet. I let it fall experimentally into my left hand, cringing at the pain with even that light blow. I wasn't going to be able to hit her very hard with this, if I expected her to keep her screams in.

Jane looked up at me with fear evident in her eyes.

"You don't have to do this. Let us go. We'll do whatever you want."

I touched her face with the paddle, stroking it gently. She cringed a bit at the touch, but managed to stay relatively still.

"I know, sweetheart. You'll be down soon."

"Just get it over with, then."

"You ready?"

"I just have to be quiet?"

"You can say things, but I don't want to hear any screams or protests. That's all."

"For the first five?"

"For the first five."

"Can a slave ask how many she's going to get, in total?"

"Until I'm tired of hitting you."

"Oh G.o.d."

"Ready?"

"Not really."

I gently swung the paddle up under her bent body and let it connect with her left breast. The blow was about as hard as the test blow I'd put into my hand. My hand still stung, so I could imagine how much this was going to hurt her.

She hissed, letting her breath out. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

Finally, she spoke calmly. "G.o.d. That hurts. Please don't do this. Please."

I let the paddle flow upwards again into her hanging left breast. This time I let it fall a little harder. She drew in another breath, struggling not to cry out. "Oh G.o.d. Oh G.o.d. Ow. Ow. Ow," she whispered. "Please. I can't do this."

"Would you rather me shock Elizabeth?" I glanced at the other girl. She was hanging and crying in her ropes, trying not to pay attention to what Jane was doing for her.

Jane just gritted her teeth and shook her head. "Go on, you f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d, hit me."

I swung the paddle, targeting the side of her breast. Again, I increased the force of the blow a little. Tears formed in her eyes and she struggled with the pain of the stroke. "f.u.c.k," she whispered. "Please. No more. I'm begging you. Just let me down. Please?" She pulled at the handcuffs holding her arms in their awkward position.

"You are doing great, Jane."

"f.u.c.king easy for you to say. Christ, my b.o.o.b hurts. Please."

"Would you like a rest?"

"Please. Just a few minutes."

"Alright." I knelt in front of her and ran my fingers down her left breast. I'd been avoiding the right one because of the nipple clamp attaching her to Elizabeth. I intended to really test her with the last stroke. I ran my fingers lightly down her bodice until I reached the hem of her dress. She obediently spread her legs apart as I traveled my fingers up her thigh and touched her lips. I could feel her wetness without even parting her. She moaned at the touches. I looked at her face hanging down, trying to watch where I was going. She was bright red, knowing what her reaction to the pain was. I let one finger slip inside of her, causing a groan and a few struggles in the bound female. But she didn't protest the invasion of her body, in fact she pressed against the pressure of my finger lightly.

I withdrew from her, holding my damp finger in front of her. She closed her eyes and allowed her tongue to lick the finger, probably hoping that her actions might cause me to forget about hitting her. When she had licked all of herself off my finger, she looked up at me, questions in her eyes.

"Yes, little one. You managed to get yourself out of a few strokes. But you still have to take the five."

She breathed a little easier. I let her relax for a few more minutes and then stepped forward.

"Please," she begged simply as I swung the paddle. This time I aimed directly for her defenseless left nipple. She closed her eyes as the intense pain washed over her mind. She fought with it, and managed to keep her mouth closed against it. Finally she allowed herself to quietly verbalize it.

"Oh G.o.d. Please. No more. Stop. I can't do this. It hurts too much. I'm going to scream if you hit me again. I can't help it."

"It's worse than that, Janey. The next one is on your right breast."

Her face registered confusion until she realized that she was still clamped on her right nipple.

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

"If you can resist that scream, I'll let you both down."

"G.o.d no. Please. I can't do it. It hurts already. Please?"

I carefully swung the leather up towards her right breast, ensuring that it would hit her trapped nipple. She threw back her head and her mouth involuntarily opened in a silent scream. Her vocal cords wouldn't even work, she was in that much agony. Her voice finally returned to her and she let out an incomprehensible screech of pain and agony.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. No. Ow. Oh G.o.d. I can't. f.u.c.k. My b.o.o.bs. Oh my f.u.c.king G.o.d. Please. No. Ow. Ow. f.u.c.k that hurt."