Message-ID: <12044eli$9806101104@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 98 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [98/??] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980610022528.8599.rocketmail@send1a.yahoomail.com> This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but at least you've been warned). If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended, what the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake. I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the privilege nor would I engage in non-consentual sex or incest under any circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad things. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived copies) isn't cool. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is not an option. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the above stated conditions. This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as there is interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 98 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I exited the store and walked back to the shopping cart. Christi, smiling, moved back to her post and placed her hands back on the pushbar. "What the hell got into you?" "You were behaving. And it didn't seem fair to go shopping and not let you get anything. Besides, I kind of promised Elizabeth a present." "This stuff is gorgeous." "Don't get too used to it." "Thank-you," she whispered. Such a change. A week ago, if I'd told her that she'd be thanking me for allowing her to shop naked in a jewelry shop with two other nude women, in handcuffs no less, she'd probably have laughed her ass off. "Come on, then." I gave her a playful swat on the rear and she squealed. Prodded into motion, she moved back down the mall. We stopped at the drugstore. I sent Amy and Jane in to pick up basics. Toothbrushes and hair clips for the girls. Toothpaste. Soap. Whatever their normal shampoo was. Tissue. Basic stuff. Once the two girls had disappeared into the store, Christi tried to talk to me. "Can I ask you something?" "I suppose." "What's wrong?" "Wrong?" "Yeah. You seem. Unstable." "Unstable? You looking for punishment?" "No. Please. I'll stop asking dumb questions if you want." "It's alright. What were you saying?" "Unstable. You were happy in the morning. Treating us nicely. Then you scared the hell out of us. Were cruel to Elizabeth for no reason. She's still suffering. You torment the hell out of two cashiers for no reason. God knows what you ended up doing to that poor woman, Kara. Then you are nice to us again. It's hard to keep up." I smiled. Way to keep them off balance. "I don't know. I just sometimes need something. I'm kind of struggling to find out what." "If it's sex, you know that I'll be more than willing. You can have me right here. I don't care. You don't need to hurt us to get that." "Christi. Let me ask you a question." "Alright." "If I offered to send you back right now, would you want to go?" "Of course. I think." "Alright then. I'm giving you a choice. Stay or I'll send you back. Your choice." "Don't give me that choice. Please. Give it to Amy. Or Jane." "You don't want to go. Do you?" "I don't know." "Why?" "I really don't know. I hate you. Then I like you. Then you let me have jewelry. Then I hate you when you force me to do some of the things you do. And I don't like having to keep my hands here. Just because you say so. I don't know. I kind of like not having a million people around. Stressing me out. All these people don't even know I exist." Referring to the frozen people in the mall. "You know? In some ways it is really peaceful. It would be paradise if it wasn't for some of the things you make me do. But I'm not even minding most of that now. It doesn't seem like that bad a trade. Some torment for some peace." "So you like the lack of responsibility?" "Yeah. It's easier to have fun when you don't have to worry about the consequences. The sex is certainly easier." "My thoughts exactly. Alright. I wasn't going to send you back anyway. Just curious." She fell into a kind of silence. Looking at her hands. The hands she wasn't allowed to move. Must have felt weird for her. Being free, but not being free. I spoke again. "You are going to like my next surprise. Well, most of it." "I generally don't like your surprises." "You liked these, didn't you?" I lifted her new necklace from between her bare breasts. Her eyes lit up and she nodded. "It's a surprise like that." I heard Jane and Amy approaching. Their voices carrying ahead of them. Arguing about toothpaste of all things. They emerged out into the main mall. Their arms loaded down with various toiletries. Even makeup. All of it pressed up against their bared breasts. They approached, finally standing in front of the cart. Still playfully arguing. "I said I like Colgate," Jane was speaking angrily to Amy. "Crest. I'm older than you," Amy asserted herself. "I've been his slave longer." Jane tried a very illogical argument. I almost laughed at that. I broke up the disagreement. "What did you end up getting?" "Crest." Jane looked disgusted. "That will do fine. Either of you even consider that maybe you should have found out what *I* wanted?" They paled. Jane mumbled, "I'm sorry, Master." Echoed by Amy. "It's alright. I'm not angry or anything. But you should be lucky that I'm not making you all brush with baking soda." Jane made a face, couldn't keep a straight face and stuck out her tongue at me. The two girls moved forward and dumped their arms into the shopping cart we'd liberated from the grocery store. Toothbrushes, shampoo, soap, and makeup all cascaded over the food. Someone was going to have a hell of a time sorting this out. And it wasn't going to be me. "Now march," I gave the order in a mock disapproving tone. Jane turned on her heel and began to goose-step back down the mall. Amy was laughing her ass off at Jane. "Janey?" The nude girl turned around. Stopped her marching. A wide grin on her face. Standing with her bare feet slightly apart. "I'd salute if I could, SIR!" She pulled at her handcuffs. I just shook my head. I'd have to put up with the hijinx if I didn't punish her. It was refreshing. I left her alone. Let her play. "Carry on." "Yes sir. Very good SIR!" She spun again and resumed her exaggerated marching. I just shook my head. Smirks on Christi and Amy's lips. Amy walked normally beside Jane and Christi began to push the cart again. Jane stopped her marching fairly quickly. Tired. She was panting with the effort. I filed it back in my mind. It might not be a bad idea to force them to march like that as a punishment at some point. The flashes of their bodies and the effort that they had to expend was delicious. Jane had no idea what she'd just done. But they were happy, for now. We continued almost until the end of the mall. I glanced over to the left where there was a teen clothing shop. The Gap, or something. To the right a fancy women's boutique. Holly's. Perfect. I called out to the girls, stopping them. They gathered around the cart. "Christi? You can let go." The bare girl let go of the cart again. Relief on her face that she didn't have to remember to hold the bar any longer. "What now?" she asked me. "Time for more shopping." "Shopping? What now? We don't need anything else." "I thought you wanted clothes." "Oh my God. You have got to be joking." "I'm not. For now. Just you. And again. Don't get used to it. I may not let you wear them very long." "I don't care. Clothes." Her face had a far away look. Dreamy almost. Jane's and Amy's faces both fell at the words, but it looked like they were happy about even shopping for clothes. It might mean that I'd let them wear clothes eventually as well. I took Christi's hand and led her towards the Gap. I grabbed Amy's hand as well as we passed her. I motioned Jane to follow as well. Amy was still carrying the bondage equipment between her cuffed hands. We entered the store, Christi ahead, the other two trailing. I stopped them in the middle of the store, shelves of clothing surrounded us. We were in a large clearing in the middle of the store. The girls stopped on the hardwood store, shifting their weight on their bare feet. Amy and Jane idly pulling at their handcuffs. I gently took the equipment from Amy. I rooted through it, finding some rope. The girls watched somewhat apprehensively. I grabbed a courtesy chair, climbed up on it and reached up, connecting the rope through the dropped ceiling, letting it dangle on the floor. I turned to Christi and Jane. "Kneel." They both sank to their bare knees. Fright beginning to enter back into their eyes. Amy definitely looked frightened. Being the last one standing. I reached forward and grasped the short chain between her wrists. She gasped as I wrapped the rope from the ceiling around the links. I slowly tightened the rope until she was standing with her arms extending above her head, pulling her bare breasts into a delightful position. Her eyes frightened. I tied off the rope leaving her standing in the middle of the floor. She swallowed, accepting her bondage. One word escaped her lips. "Why?" "Amy. I have to punish you." "Oh God. Why? What did I do?" "You know what you did." "I don't. I swear it." "Really?" "Really." "I guess it will be hard to learn your lesson, then." "Please. If you'll just tell me what I've done. I'll behave. I swear it. You don't have to punish me. You don't have to hit me. Please. I'll learn. I swear I will." Fright was settling into her eyes. Knowing what her punishment was likely to be. Pain. Probably in the upper chest area. She'd been punished before and wasn't anxious to repeat the experience. "What do you think you are about to be punished for? Legs apart." She looked confused at the rapid orders and question. She didn't quite know what to do first. Spread herself or answer the question. She inched her bare feet apart as she answered me. "This. This slave really doesn't know what she did to deserve punishment." Tears were beginning to well in her eyes. She honestly didn't know. Had no idea why she was about to be hurt. Trying to appease me with her slave talk. Finally she was standing with her bare feet spread about twice shoulder width apart. Trembling at her exposure. Not really understanding what had happened. One second she was shopping happily for jewelry. The next she was bound. Vulnerable. Trying to figure out what she did wrong. Waiting for her punishment. "Further." She took a deep breath and inched her feet apart again. Taking some of her weight onto her cuffed wrists. She grasped at the rope holding her arms to the ceiling. Her heels rose off the floor as her legs spread further apart. Her stance looked uncomfortable. She stood in the awkward position and looked at me with her teary blue eyes. "Please," she begged. "Now. Any guesses what you did to deserve this?" "Please. Master. I don't know. Your slave begs for your forgiveness." "Shall I just begin then?" Jane spoke up. "Amy, honey? He's done this to me before. You have to figure out why you are being punished, or you will be punished until you do." I looked at Jane, and she immediately dropped her eyes. Frightened of punishment herself. "Please. I really don't know," Amy spoke softly. "How about if I tell you that the punishment is appropriate?" She looked around wildly. Not understanding. I rummaged through the pack and pulled out the small whip that Jane had been forced to use on Nicole's bared breasts. Nasty little thing with six tails on it. I was sure that it hurt a lot more than it looked like it would. I had already decided to hold back. Not lay into her enough to damage her skin. Just scare her. It would hurt, really hurt, but I wouldn't cause her skin to break, as this thing was capable of doing. She'd hurt like hell for the time being, but it should fade reasonably quickly afterward. "Now. Unless you really want punishment, you'll keep that position no matter what happens. At least drop back into it if you can't hold it when you get hit." "Please. You don't have to hurt me. I'll do whatever it is you want. I'll learn. I swear it. I don't even know what I did." Jane hissed from behind me. "Guess, Amy. Just keep guessing until you get it. Please. I can't watch this." I raised the whip and casually flicked the tails across her straining breasts. Amy screamed. "Ahhhhhhh. Oh God. Please no. Not my tits. Anything but that. Oh God." "Do you know why you are being punished?" "No more. Please." "Amy. You get one guess per strike. If you get it wrong you get another one. Harder than the last. If you don't answer. I hit you anyway. If you don't get it fast enough. I move to whipping your pussy. Now?" "Oh God. Please. I don't know." I raised it. Brought the instrument of pain down again against her bare breasts. Somehow she managed to stay on her toes. Pulling desperately against the ropes holding her helpless. Screaming. "Oh God. Please. Have mercy. My tits. My nipples. Oh god that hurts. Please no more. Argh. Shit. No. Noooooooo. Bastard. Fuck. Please. Don't hit me anymore. Christ. Please. I'll guess. Please. I'll do whatever you want. You don't know how much this FUCKING hurts. Please." I waited for her to catch her breath. Sobbing. Her bare breasts red. Twelve small red marks crisscrossing her breasts. Kissing her nipples. "I disobeyed," she gasped out. "I spoke to them when I wasn't supposed to. But you gagged me for that. Please. I don't deserve to be whipped as well. Please. You gagged me." "Amy, honey. You did disobey. You spoke when you weren't supposed to. And I did punish you with the gag. I'm not sure that was enough. But that isn't what this is about." I brought the whip down on her breasts again. This time she couldn't hold her position. Screaming she rose up on her feet. Bringing her legs together in agony and kicking her small bare feet. Crying uncontrollably. "Please. Oh God. Not again. My tits are on fire. That thing. HURTS. FUCK. Please no more. I'm sorry. Whatever I did. I'm so fucking sorry. Please. Please. No more. I've learned." I spoke quietly. "Learned what?" "Oh God. I don't know. I just don't want to be hit again. Please. No more." "Learned what?" "Please. Just tell me. I'll apologize for it. I'll scream it out for you. I'M SORRY. I swear to you. Whatever it is. I'm sorry." "You breasts look like they are sore." "What the hell do you think, you fucking bastard. They're in agony. I don't even know what I did to deserve this. Please." "Spread." She closed her eyes and inched her legs apart again. Exposing herself. Until her heels were back off the floor. "Any other guesses?" "Oh God. I'm begging you to just tell me. I swear to you I don't know." "Guess." "Oh shit. I picked out jewelry you don't like. I'll take it off. Just let me down and I'll give it to you. I will." "I love the jewelry you picked out. You look very pretty in it. At the moment I want you to wear it." "Oh God. Please stop whipping me. I'll do anything you want. I'll let you rape me. I'll crawl for you. I'll dance naked for you. Anything." The dancing actually sounded interesting. I filed it away in the back of my mind with the marching idea. "I just want you to guess why you are being whipped. I want to make sure that you understand why you are being punished." "Oh God. Just tell me. I don't know." "Your breasts look sore." "They are. Please stop hitting them." Her breathing was ragged. Her reddened breasts rising and falling invitingly. Nipples erect. "I'm going to switch now. I'm going to start hitting you between your legs. I want you to resume the position if you break it afterwards. This is far more appropriate anyway. Hitting you between the legs." "Please no. I'll ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. Aiiiieeeee. Jesus fucking Christ. Please. No more. That. You can't imagine that pain. Please. You can't hit me there. You can't hit a girl there. Oh my God. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Please. Owwwwwwwwwww." I waited for her to recover. I saw in satisfaction a number of red welts forming between her legs as she spread herself back out. The insides of her thighs. Her lips. Even up through her sparse pubic hair. She had managed to remember to spread herself again. She was hanging limply by her captured wrists. Her toes hardly supporting any weight. Sobbing uncontrollably. Finally she raised her head. Sick. "Please. No more. You can't imagine how much that hurts. I can't take much more. I'll pass out. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just no more. My pussy. Please let me down." All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball. Jamming her hands between her thighs. Ease the burning welts. Ease her pain. Her breasts forgotten. "Amy?" She looked up dully. Hardly even able to see through her tears. "You can get yourself down. Do you have any idea what you did? Why you are being punished?" "Oh God. Please. I didn't know you knew. I didn't mean to. I know I wasn't allowed without permission. Oh God. Please. I don't deserve this. I. I was just horny. If I'd known this was coming I would never have masturbated this morning. Please. I didn't think you'd mind. I couldn't help it." My eyebrows raised. I actually didn't have any idea that she had pleasured herself. "Amy? You aren't going to like this. But I didn't know. But because you were honest here, I won't increase your punishment for that. I wouldn't punish you like this for masturbating without permission. You'd be punished, but not like this." "Oh God. Not another one. Please. I can't take it. Please let me down. I'll crawl on my hands and knees forever for you. You can whip my tits again. As much as you like. I'll suck you. I'll make love to every woman in the mall. I don't care. Please don't hit me there again. Noooooooooo. Ohhh. Ahhhhh. Argh. Aiiieieieieeiieei. Please. Jesus. Please. Jesus. My pussy. My fucking cunt. Oh God. I'm not going to make it. Oh God. I'll do anything. I'll fuck. I'll crawl. I'll fucking die for you. I'll let you kill me. Just no more. It hurts. It fucking hurts so fucking much." She had pressed her thighs together. Hard. Trying to ease the pain. Dancing on her toes. Pulling at her wrists. Twisting in pain. Wanting desperately to protect her most sensitive areas. Crying. Having trouble breathing. I let her rest for a few minutes, letting the pain fade until she could talk again coherently. "Oh God. Please. No more. This. This slave hurts. She'll do anything. Just, please. Let this stupid cunt know what she did wrong. She's so sorry. You have no idea how sorry she is." I walked up to her and stroked her hair. Wiped her tears from her eyes. "Amy. First of all, I know you are in pain and not thinking straight. But you aren't a stupid cunt. Alright? Refer to yourself as a slave." Her calling herself a cunt kind of grated on my senses for some reason. I kind of liked when they referred to themselves in the third person, but that word just didn't seem right. I have no idea why. It shouldn't have bothered me. Maybe flashbacks to Mayer whom she had never met. I didn't mind her using the word 'cunt', especially when she was in pain, just not to refer to her person. "Secondly, you have to figure it out on your own. Or you won't learn." "Of course, I'll learn. Believe me. I'll fucking learn. You have no idea how much that fucking hurts. I'd do anything to avoid it." "Then you have to figure this out." "Let me rest. Please." "Alright. Three minutes. Spread." She gritted her teeth and inched her feet apart again. Wincing at the pain in her crotch. Still crying. Trying to gather her strength. Knowing she was going to get hit again, and she had to just stand there and take it. I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both a little pale. Jane spoke. "Oh my God. I couldn't even take that. You aren't even hitting her hard, are you?" I shook my head. "Just a few taps. But it doesn't take much with this thing." "What the hell did she do?" "You'll find out. She knows. She just doesn't want to tell me. She doesn't know that I know." "She told you about the masturbation." "Lesser of two evils. And she knows it. She'll tell me now. She's out of options." "God. I hope so. She'll pass out if you continue much longer." "I know. I'm actually easing up on her as I go. The first ones were a lot harder. But she's more sensitive now. It probably hurts just as much, though there won't be any lasting damage. She'll be sore for a couple of hours is all." "Don't kill her," Jane whispered. "I won't. Too pretty to kill," I whispered back. I rose. "You want to tell my what you did to deserve this." "Please. I don't know." "You do Amy. Save yourself pain and just tell me." "Tell you what?" "Nice try. Do I have to hit you again?" "Oh God. Please no. I honestly don't know." I could see that she'd gathered her internal resources again. The rest allowing her some respite to strengthen herself again. To resist. I could see it in her eyes though. She knew for what she was being hit. "Alright." I brought the whip back up between the girl's legs. Landing squarely on her exposed lips. Between her lips. Kissing her clit. Her vaginal opening. Curling up behind her and touching her exposed ass cheeks. She screamed again. "Ahhhhhh. No more. I'll tell you. Fuck. Jesus. My cunt. Oh my God. I can't believe how much that fucking thing hurts. Please. No more. I'll tell you. I swear. Don't hit my cunt again. Please." She had jammed her thighs together again. Squirming. Desperately trying to get her hands free. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Fighting her pain. Her agony. Wanting to hold herself. Stop this unbearable agony from raining down on her. Finally she fought off the pain enough to look at me. Hate in her eyes. "Alright. No more. I. Was there. When Kara and Julie were planning. To attack you. Fuck that hurts. Please. Whichever one you freed was supposed to kick you and escape. I knew. I'm so sorry. I. I didn't tell you. I know I should have. I deserve to be punished. Oh God. Please don't make me let you hit me again. You. I. Hurt so much. I swear I wouldn't have helped them. I'd never kick you. I'd hurt myself more than you. I swear on whatever you want me to. I. Just. Didn't. Tattle. On. Them. Please. No more." I smiled. "Where were they going to kick me?" "Oh God. Between your legs." "Don't you think that would have hurt?" "You goddamn bastard. Yes." "Do you think you deserve punishment for trying to hurt me?" "Oh God. Please no more." "I'm going to assume that they were only going to kick me once and then run?" "Yes. Yes. I'm so sorry. Please. Forgive your dumb slave. I didn't mean anything. Please." "So. I should maybe show you how much it would have hurt me if they'd actually tried it? And I hadn't been warned?" "Oh God. Please. I already know. You've already hit me there. Please don't kick me. I. I'm sorry." "Your punishment is one stroke between your legs. With this." I held up the whip in front of her face. No way was I going to kick her. I wanted to hurt her. Not disable her. "Not my foot, though you probably deserve that as well." "Please. You've already hit me there. It hurts so much." "Spread." "Please no. Oh God. I can't." I shook my head at her. And flicked the whip across her breasts again. Harder than before. She screamed in pain. Her body twisting. Howling. Finally she fell to begging again, as she recovered her breath. "Please. I. My tits. My fucking cunt. I hurt. I've learned my lesson. I'll never do it again. I'll tell you next time. I swear it. I'll tell you immediately. If not sooner. Please. Please." "Spread. Unless you want another one across your breasts." "Please," she begged. "I. I can't take another one. Not between my legs." I gave her a break. "Amy. Darling. This is going to be your only warning. Okay? You have to spread yourself out again and let me whip you. That is your punishment. It is going to happen. One way or the other. For every time you resist, I add another stroke. Right now it is still at one." She'd gone pale. Couldn't imagine the agony of one more, much less two. I watched as her feet twitched. Her mind trying to make them move apart for me. Her body resisting. "Honey. Listen to me. I will happily keep whipping your breasts until you comply. And if you pass out, I'll just tie your feet apart. Wider than you'd like. And then whip you for all the times you resisted as well. Take my advice. Spread your legs for me now." Jane spoke up from her knees. "Amy? Sweety? Listen to him. He's not kidding. Take the last stroke and be thankful it isn't more. I'm surprised he's letting you off this easy. I've gone through more for a lot less than that. Come on, honey. One more and you can stop. He'll let you down." Amy took a deep breath. Her bare toes finally pressing against the hardwood, spreading her legs apart. Frightened. Finally she managed to get her legs all the way apart. Her toes resting on the ground. Bare feet arched. Tears running down her face as she begged with her eyes. She looked at me and begged one last time. "God. Please. Have mercy. If you'd ever felt this, you wouldn't do this to me. You'd understand why I had so much trouble spreading my legs for you again. It hurts. I can't even describe it. That's me. My sex. Please. Hit my ass. Or thighs. Or something else. Even my tits. Please. Not there." "Keep your legs apart." "I. Can't. Not if you hit me." "Try." "Oh God." She braced herself. I brought the whip up between her legs. Harder. She exploded in agony. Throwing back her pretty head and screaming her guts out. In absolute agony. Her body spasming in her pain. She was completely incoherent for at least five minutes. Hanging in her bonds. Gasping for air. Retching. I was glad that I hadn't let her eat anything. Somehow, she managed to keep her legs apart. Sheer will. I wasn't going to punish her if she wasn't able to, but I had to admit that I was impressed that she'd managed to do it. Her bare toes spasming against the floor. Curling in her agony. Finally she managed to catch her breath enough to speak again. "Oh God. I'm so sorry. Please. Master. This slave begs to be released. She hurts. God. She hurts. Please at least let her close her legs." "Go on. Close them." She collapsed herself in agony. The movement of her legs causing more pain to shoot up from the center of her. Tears rolled unheeded down her face and down her bare defenseless body. I reached above her, half expecting a kick but not getting one. I wouldn't have blamed the girl if she had aimed a weak kick at me. But she knew better anyway. I pulled the knot out holding her handcuffs to the tether to the ceiling. Her legs were unable to support herself. She collapsed to the floor in a heap. Her bound hands immediately between her legs. Curled up in a ball on the floor weeping. At her pain. At her humiliation. At her complete vulnerability. That she'd suffered so much for such a simple transgression. I glanced up and saw Jane rocking on her knees, like a terrier pulling at her chain. She looked at me, catching my eye. "Please?" she mouthed. I moved over to her and released her hands from the handcuffs. As soon as she was free, the bare girl shot forward on her hands and knees like a rabbit. Pulling Amy into her arms and rocking her. Soothing her. Stroking the girl's hair. Trying her best to comfort the shaking woman. Mothering her. I whispered in Jane's ear. "Make sure she's alright. I was a bit rough on her." "I'll say." "Just take care of her. I'll get out of your way." "She'll survive. She won't be masturbating for a while though." Jane had managed to keep some humour at least through this. Her emeralds reflecting the colour of Amy's hair as she sobbed and Jane's fingers slipped through her locks. It wasn't the first time she'd had to take care of a woman I'd punished. Jane always managed to keep her head when she was going to be needed. 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