Part 62 (2/2)
”Please don't use it on them. Please?”
I shook my head and Sheila finally hung her head in resignation, knowing that I'd just force her to endure it as well. I was perfectly capable of getting it myself and tying her as Jane and Elizabeth were. She realized that it could be her in the bonds just as easily as Jane. She'd gladly switch places, I was sure, but there was little point to having both of them endure the punishment.
Sheila rose to her bare feet and began to slowly walk towards the closet again. Tears were falling gently from her eyes as she realized the torment I was about to inflict on the two defenseless women. She'd endured it before, though not by my hand.
Jane twisted in her ropes to watch as Sheila walked slowly to the closet. I saw her swallow heavily as Sheila emerged carrying the small black box and two silver probes in her hands. Draped over her right arm was a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a long silver chain and a roll of tape. Sheila knelt and laid them all at my feet on the carpet, shuddering.
Jane spoke quietly from her bonds.
”Please no. I've seen that thing work. Oh G.o.d. We'll do anything at all for you. You don't have to do this.”
”What is it, Jane?” Elizabeth spoke quietly, relying on the other to see for her.
Jane looked at me seeking permission to answer. I nodded. I wanted Elizabeth to know.
”Oh G.o.d. Elizabeth. It's some sort of electronic toy. I don't know how it works. But I've seen it used. On the guy that was in here before us.” Tears began to fall from Jane's eyes. ”It. It shocks you I guess. From the inside. And he pa.s.sed out. Screaming.”
”Oh G.o.d,” Elizabeth mumbled.
Jane looked back at me. ”Please don't do this to us.”
”What if I was only going to do it to Elizabeth?”
”You said that whatever you did to her, you'd do to me too. Please. I'm begging you.” Jane began to pull a bit at her bonds. Fright was evident in her face. ”That thing could kill us.”
I smiled at her. ”Janey, sweety. It isn't going to kill you.”
”You won't turn it up?”
”Only if you do something to deserve it.”
”It'll hurt us, though.”
”Isn't that the point of punishment?”
”Please. We haven't done anything to deserve this. I'm scared. Please.”
I rose off the chair and picked up one of the silver probes and approached Jane. She tried to back away, but the rope holding her wrists up prevented her from going far. She only really succeeded in increasing the strain on her arms. She moaned.
”Where are you going to put that thing?” she asked in fear, her eyes glued to the probe.
”In you.”
”Oh G.o.d. Please no. I'll do anything. I'll crawl. I'll m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e for you. I'll f.u.c.k you. Anything you want.”
”Where would you like it? The way I see it, you have two choices.”
”Please no.”
”Alright, I'll choose for you.”
”No.”
”Sheila, I'm going to need some lubricant.”
I watched as Sheila got to her feet.
”I'm wet. I swear I am. You don't need lubricant. Please don't put that thing in me.”
”I suspect you'll need lubricant.”
Jane's face clouded until she realized where the thing was going if she didn't do something about it.
”Oh G.o.d. No. Not there. I'll do anything. Don't do this to me. I'm begging you. Let me go. I'll kneel for you. I'll kiss your feet. Anything.”
”I gave you a choice.”
”Please. I'll choose. Not my a.s.s. I can't take that.”
”You will if I tell you to.”
”Please no. I. This slave begs you to put it in her p.u.s.s.y instead. Oh G.o.d. Please.”
I nodded to Sheila who knelt back down.
I knelt under Jane's bent form and slowly ran the probe up under her dress, tracing up her bare legs. Still crying, she spread her legs a little, accepting finally that she was going to get violated with this thing, like it or not. If she resisted she'd just be put in more pain that she couldn't stop until she agreed to have the thing in her. The probe wasn't all that wide, which surprised me considering it's primary use was as a punishment. Jane groaned, but easily took the cylinder into herself. Using a small strip of tape, I secured the intruder into her so that she wouldn't involuntarily expel it.
I retreated from her. She had hung her head, her brunette hair hanging limply around her face, hiding her tears.
”Please. Oh G.o.d. Please. I don't want it in me. I'll do whatever you want. Please, you don't need to do this,” she begged quietly.
I ignored her pleas and crouched in front of Elizabeth. I removed her blindfold, wanting her to see the probe I had.
She blinked furiously in the sudden light and finally registered the probe in my hand.
”Oh G.o.d. No. Please no.”
”Your choice where it goes.”
Jane whispered shakily from her position, ”Elizabeth. Choose. Don't let him choose for you. Be glad he's allowing you to choose.”
She looked at me, tears beginning to form again in her eyes.
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