Part 56 (1/2)

”Please no. We can't do it. I. I don't want to be punished. Please. It's impossible. You can't expect us to not drip this stuff. That's not fair.” Christi began to beg.

”Life isn't fair,” I said turning towards the blonde.

Jane took a deep breath. She was pretty quick. ”Will you give us some time before you make us do this?”

I smiled. She was catching onto what I wanted from them. ”Sure. But not enough time to let that stuff drip off you onto this floor.”

Jane took a deep breath. ”Christi? Honey?”

Christi looked over at her fellow captive a look of questioning on her face. Jane stuck out her tongue in response, slowly and seductively licking the syrup form around her own mouth.

”You are joking.”

”You think he's joking? That's what he wants.”

”Oh G.o.d. Please no.”

Jane just moved on her knees towards Christi. She bent her face towards her shoulder and slowly used her tongue to lap up the syrup that had coated the surface. Christi knelt and closed her eyes. I settled back into my chair to watch the women. Christi with a sigh, settled herself back onto the tile. Her bound hands beneath her. Jane gave me a withering look but began her slow task of licking at the pools of syrup that coated Christi's body. Her tongue traced along Christi's face, the hollow of her chest, her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her hips, her belly b.u.t.ton. Christi being ticklish squirmed deliciously, but allowed Jane to lick up as much of the excess syrup as she could. These girls were going to be completely sick of the taste of the sweet stuff by the time they were done. Jane even had to lick at Christi's bare toes causing Christi to gasp uncontrollably.

I got to my feet and quickly walked upstairs, leaving Jane to her task. The shower was still running as I walked into the bathroom.

”Just about done in there?” I asked to a chorus of squeals.

”We're just about done. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get syrup out of long hair?” Elizabeth asked, poking her head around the shower doors. ”I had to have Amy wash my hair four times.”

”It gets harder when the water is cold.” I opened the door a bit and reached in, shutting off the hot water. Whoever was under the spray, Amy I think, screamed as the cold water hit her body. The girls scrambled out of the spray.

”Amy?”

”Y-yes sir?” she responded from where she was pressed up against the other two girls, s.h.i.+vering.

”Under the spray. A full two minutes.”

”Please no. I'm rinsed. I'm clean.”

”Two minutes. You want five?”

She gingerly stepped forward, gasping as the cold water hit her bare feet.

”Please?”

I shook my head and she took a deep breath. She screamed as she threw her unprotected body under the freezing spray. I glanced at my watch and tried to ignore her begging as she stood under the water. After two minutes I touched her. She was dancing under the water trying to warm herself.

”Thank G.o.d,” she whispered as she emerged dripping from the shower. Her teeth were chattering and she hugged herself as she stepped out. I handed her a towel and she immediately wrapped it around herself, trying to get the cold water off her body.

I motioned for Elizabeth to do the same thing. She threw me a pleading glance, but stepped under the spray. She screeched as well as the cold water hit her. I forced her to stand under it for two full minutes and then allowed her a towel. I had to ignore her begging and pleading. She too was s.h.i.+vering as she stepped out of the shower.

”You b.a.s.t.a.r.d,” she hissed at me as she emerged. Her nipples had contracted to tiny hard points under the freezing cold spray.

Sheila simply stepped under the spray without any hesitation or sounds. She was s.h.i.+vering, but stood still while the cold water cascaded over her bare body. When I allowed her out from under the water, she daintily stepped out, hugging herself and s.h.i.+vering. I let her have a towel.

Amy couldn't contain her curiousity. ”You didn't scream?”

”I'm used it,” Sheila explained. ”Evan didn't have hot water in my shower at all. It's cold, but I guess I'm just used to it. I had to shower. He. He would have been rougher with me if I'd been dirty.”

”Alright. Dry off. Warm up. And wait for me in the bedroom.”

Sheila touched my shoulder as I turned to leave. ”Master? I. I feel a lot better today. Do. Do you want me to put on make up.”

”If you feel alright.” Her bruises had reduced a great deal. Her face was almost back to normal. Her side still looked tender though.

”I'll put some on. Maybe Elizabeth can help me.”

I nodded and exited the bathroom. Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over the hair drier again as I left. I was sure that they'd be done and waiting for me by the time I was done with Christi and Jane.

When I reentered the kitchen, Jane had turned over Christi and was licking at her shoulder blades. Christi looked a lot cleaner. At least enough to be able to crawl without too much danger of dripping.

”Ladies?”

They looked up at me.

”I hope you are enjoying Jane's mouth, Christi?”

”It feels alright,” she answered back. ”Better than a whipping.”

”Did she do your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?”

”Yes.” Christi flushed a little. It was harder to tell with Jane, syrup was still all over her face.

”That's good, because you both have to climax before I take you upstairs.”

”You're kidding.”

I shook my head and settled back to watch.

Jane spoke. ”G.o.d. I don't think I can use my tongue much longer.”

Christi struggled to her knees. ”Let me, then.”

With the words, Jane lay back on the tile and let Christi use her tongue to clean the syrup from her body. I watched, fascinated as Christi once again used her tongue on another woman. Jane flushed as Christi was forced to circle her nipples with her tongue. Gasping. Finally, before moving down to clean Jane's legs, Christi dipped between Jane's legs, urging her thighs apart.

”May as well get this part over with while I'm here.”

Jane nodded, knowing to protest was useless. I watched as Jane closed her eyes and concentrated on whatever her fantasy was. Christi's tongue darted between her folds, finding her c.l.i.t and finding her rhythm. Soon Jane was lost in pleasure, moaning and completely unaware that I was watching her make love with another woman. The seventeen year old cried out as she climaxed, arching, screaming, and finally panting as she finished.

”I'm done. Christi, sweety, I'm done.”