Part 13 (1/2)

”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.”