Part 67 (1/2)

I could almost see Amy paling. I heard Elizabeth grunting some a.s.sention.

”I'm worried enough that I'm not still between your legs. Hush Amy.”

I felt Elizabeth rise off the bed and leave the room. Moments later I heard her small footsteps and her weight settle into the bed beside me. I felt a cool sensation across my forehead.

Finally, my eyes worked and I fluttered open my eyelids, wincing at the sharp pain of the light. Elizabeth's face was peering at me.

”Thank G.o.d you woke up. What the h.e.l.l happened?”

I struggled to move my lips and felt a rush of energy into my system.

I coughed. ”Blacked out.”

My strength returned, almost as though I hadn't even had the episode. I rose to my knees. I had indeed fallen across the bound girl. Elizabeth, being the only free girl had helped me as much as possible. I plucked the cool wet face cloth from my brow.

Elizabeth was kneeling, her eyes downcast.

”Sir? Please. I was only trying to help. I. I thought ...”

”It's alright. Your help is appreciated. I'm not going to punish you for stopping what you were told to do.”

Elizabeth heaved a big sigh of relief. The after effects of the black out were fading quickly. My s.e.x drive was returning like a lion. And the squirming female in ropes in front of me helped drive it.

Elizabeth looked up at me with teary eyes. ”Does this slave have to continue her task? She just helped you when she didn't have to.”

”I heard.”

Amy paled at this. ”Please,” she whispered from her chair. She knew that I'd heard her suggestions.

I thought about this. I didn't know what caused the black out, but I had to seem in control, even if I really didn't feel like I was. My body was betraying me, somehow. But I felt fine now.

”I'll let you stop early, how's that?” I smiled gently at Elizabeth. ”I was going to make you lick her for most of the day. Just until I finish with Christi?”

Elizabeth nodded, disappointment still evident in her face. Still less time at her task had to be better than licking Amy all day. Resigned, she slipped off the bed and back to her bare knees in front of Amy.

I watched her as she reluctantly returned to tonguing Amy's bare body. Amy, still a bit pale, closed her eyes and pulled at her ropes, accepting the stimulation again. Not much she could do about it.

I turned my attention back to Christi, who was looking up at me with frightened eyes. I could see the questions buzzing through her head, questions that she was afraid to voice and questions to which I had no answers.

I let my fingers trail lightly over her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s again, causing her to gasp. Her arousal hadn't faded with the episode. I bent towards her bound feet and slowly released her toes and ankles while watching Elizabeth and Amy. When her feet were free she squirmed, flexing her toes and bending her knees. I sat back, leaning on my hands, watching the nude girls. Amy was looking more and more like she was losing the battle not to get aroused. Her breathing was erratic and her nipples rock hard. She'd lost the pale complexion, to be replaced by a red glow to her cheeks.

”M-master?” Christi's small voice came up from her lying position. She had stopped squirming her legs, and was lying patiently waiting for my attention. Her breathing was still erratic and she was flexing her arms, pulling gently at her bound wrists.

I turned to her quickly and then returned my gaze to Amy. I kind of wanted to see her climax.

”Please. I know you aren't going to release my hands, but your slave is begging you not to ignore her any longer. Please?”

I shook my head, tearing my gaze away from Elizabeth and Amy.

”You want these off?” I touched the jeans that still tightly hugged her lower half.

Christi swallowed, fighting off the instincts to say that she wanted them. She wanted them, but she didn't. Hard choice in her position.

”Can a girl ask if she'll get them back?”

”Does it matter?”

”I. I guess not.” Tears brimmed in her eyes, but her arousal overcame them easily.

”Ask me to take them off you.”

She swallowed again heavily and closed her eyes. ”Please. This. Oh Christ. This slave. She begs her master to take off her jeans. They. They are in the way.” She quickly added, ”And she begs to have them back afterwards.”

I smiled at the addendum. She wasn't the type to often use her slave talk. But in this case, she really wanted something. Her clothes back after we'd finished. So she indulged me. Smart girl.

I turned my attention back to Amy and Elizabeth as my fingers reached for the b.u.t.ton at the top of Christi's jeans. As I unzipped her, Amy began to really pull against her ropes, moaning quietly and holding her breath.

Christi arched her body as best as she could to help me remove her jeans. She knew that if I wanted her out of them, that she had to take them off. To do otherwise would mean losing the concealing garment forever. There was absolutely nothing she could do if I decided to cut them off her body.

As the jeans slipped down Christi's smooth legs, I heard Amy take one last deep breath and let it out in a small cry. Her body strained against the ropes, her whole body involved in her o.r.g.a.s.m. She cried out again as Elizabeth continued her task. Amy's b.r.e.a.s.t.s moved with her laboured breathing, tears running slowly down her face.

Elizabeth looked up at me, pulling her head from Amy's s.e.x. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes.

”Please, sir. She's done. She's climaxed. Oh G.o.d. Please can I stop?”

I slowly shook my head, forcing the girl to continue stimulating Amy.

Amy whispered, ”Oh G.o.d. Please,” mostly to herself as Elizabeth resumed her task, tears falling from her eyes. Amy squirmed at the touches, probably not quite recovered enough to take the renewed stimulation to her c.l.i.toris, but not having any choice. Not like she could move away, or push Elizabeth's head from her.

Christi was watching the other girls, and turned as she noticed that I had taken her into my gaze instead.

She looked a bit uncomfortable, with her hands bound. She looked up at me, face flushed.

”We are going to finish this time. Aren't we? Please? I ... I need you.”

I smiled at her and she flushed more. I could see her thoughts running through her head. Such a difference from her former life. She probably couldn't believe that she was naked, and tied up on an unfamiliar bed. Asking for s.e.x. For relief. Feeling things for me that she probably wasn't fully comfortable with. Fighting with herself.

I nodded. I wanted her.

She swallowed heavily again. ”H-how do you want me?” she asked a bit shyly. She'd always initiated the s.e.xual contact in the past, just doing whatever she thought I wanted. In most cases, I imagine it was what she wanted as well, but I'd never bothered asking.

I smiled at her, lying here quietly looking up at me, bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaving. ”How do you want it?” I asked softly.

”I. I don't want my hands tied,” she looked up at me hopefully.