Part 33 (1/2)

”It will be Kara until I tell you otherwise.”

”Alright. Just don't hurt me.”

”Kara. How are you feeling right now?”

”Sore. Please.”

”Please what?”

”Please. If you have to tie me up. Alright. But please. My feet are already falling asleep. They don't have to be that tight. And my wrist. Please. I'll do whatever you want.”

”Kara. I thought you wanted them tight?”

”Wanted them tight?” she said incredulously. ”I don't even want to be here. You f.u.c.king insane psychopath.”

I ignored her language for the time being. She'd slip again. ”Well. I did give you the chance to put the handcuffs on yourself. And you did a pretty lousy job.” She began to cry. ”So I naturally a.s.sumed that you wanted me to tie you up instead.”

”You can't treat me like this. I demand to be let go.”

I laughed. ”You demand? That's cool.” I casually reached forward and slapped her face again. She cried out. ”You demand that I stop that as well?”

I heard a soft voice from behind me. I turned. Julie, tears still streaming down her face was talking to me.

”Please. I don't even know what your name is. Please don't hurt her anymore. She didn't do anything wrong.”

”Julie. Do you really want to get involved with this?”

”No please. Please just stop slapping her. I'll be quiet back here. Please just let us go.”

I turned back to Kara, seated naked and bound in front of me. I reached out and began to lightly fondle Kara's bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She twisted and tried to get away. She screamed at me.

”Leave me alone. You f.u.c.ked up b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

I gripped her right nipple. I began to apply pressure. In gradients. I watched her face intently. Her face beginning to register the pain emanating from her breast. Finally, as I began to twist the nipple she cried out.

”Argh. No. Please stop. I'll do whatever you want. Just stop hurting me.”

I released her. She sat breathing hard. Gasping for breath. Struggling with the handcuffs.

”You'll do what I say?”

”Yes.” Resigned. ”You'll make me f.u.c.k you anyway.” She thought I wanted to rape her. She was in for a surprise.

”What if I don't want you to f.u.c.k me?”

”What?”

”What if I don't want you to f.u.c.k me?”

”What the h.e.l.l do you want then.”

”First I want you to listen to me. I want you to put handcuffs on properly when I tell you to. I want you to stop using unladylike language when I tell you to. And after you've learned that lesson, I'll let you know what else I want.”

”Oh G.o.d.”

”Just sit there and be quiet while I take care of your friend. Then we'll decide what to do with you.”

She nodded. Not wanting to feel the nipple torment again.

I hopped off the desk and approached the cowering girl on the floor. I crouched in front of her.

”Julie?”

She looked at me through her tears.

”Julie. I want to tie you into that chair. We can do it the hard way. Like Kara. Or you can just let me do it. You can be in pain, like her. Or you can be a bit more comfortable. Ask her which is better.”

I looked at Kara.

”Julie. Just let him tie you up. He's going to do it anyway. And my feet are already asleep from his f.u.c.king ropes. You don't have to go through that.”

”You going to do this the easy way?” I asked the terror-stricken girl.

She nodded dumbly and I helped her climb to her feet. She placed herself into the other chair with her cuffed hands on the other side of the backrest. I knelt in front of her and lashed her slender ankles to the chair legs. I was careful of her skin and made sure it was just tight enough to hold her. She wouldn't have the same circulation problems that Kara had.

Satisfied, I let myself out of the office. I ran down the stairs and walked briskly to the front of the store. The three girls were waiting as instructed by the cas.h.i.+ers. Jane as reading the National Equirer aloud to the other two. Laughing at some two headed baby from Mars tripe.

I moved to release Christi from her bonds holding her to the cart. As soon as her hands were free she held them up. Knowing that I was going to recuff her. I slipped the steel over her wrists and then led them all back into the store.

”Clothespins. Where?”

Jane thought about it. ”I think I remember seeing packages of them with the cleaning stuff. Please. What do you need them for?” Knowing full well what I needed them for.

”Don't worry. Your nipples are safe for now. Run and get me a package.”

Jane scampered away, her bare body doing delightful things as she ran down the main aisle. Her bare feet flawlessly gripping the tile as she turned into the cleaning aisle. She returned seconds later, completely out of breath but holding a package of like three hundred clothespins between her bound hands.

”Enough?” she managed to gasp out. When I told these girls to run, they ran. I shook my head. I wasn't really intending for her to run a marathon.

”You didn't have to bring me enough to sink t.i.tanic.” I stepped back. Briefly pictured Jane, bound and naked with three hundred clothespins pinching her body. All over. I smiled to myself.

”I'll get you a smaller package if you want,” she replied breathlessly. Missing my smile.

”It's fine,” I told the nude beauty.

We began to walk back to the employee's stairs.

”Okay girls. I don't want any shocked women here. I have a couple more women upstairs.”

”Oh no.” Amy groaned.