Cynthia was still shuddering from the last of her orgasm, when I heard something behind
me.
I turned and there in the doorway, staring, expressionless—my three girls. They said
nothing, indicated nothing, seemed to have no reaction at all. They might have been fresh
off their flying saucer, mystified at the bizarre rituals on this planet.
I glanced at Cynthia, still blindfolded. I looked back at the girls, put my finger to my
lips: Shhh. I stood and walked toward them, indicating that they should go back to the
other room.
"I'll be right back," I told Cynthia.
"You shit," she said. "Get back here and finish the job.
I closed the door behind me, then walked past them to the kitchen.
They followed. I looked them over for a second. "Okay, you're here. Even though I said
not to come."
"I see why you didn't want us around," said Jillian.
"You see nothing, little girl."
She blinked at that.
"But you will. All of you will. First, however, since you're here, you'll assist me. Is
that clear?"
They nodded.
"That means you're there to make it easy for me to accomplish my purpose with my
partner. If you do a decent job, I might not punish you as hard as I want to right now."
They stared at me.
"How long has this been going on?" asked Angela.
I slapped her face. The look of fury that passed over her lasted but a second. But it
was telling.
"I'm going to count to five. You will either have decided to grow up, by the time I'm
done, or you can all get your useless asses out of my house and we are finished.
Non-negotiable. One."
They looked at each other, pained expressions on their faces.
"Two."
"All right," said Jennifer.
"Show me."
She stared at me, then pulled her sweater off, removed her bra and dropped to her
knees.
In quick order the other two did as well. All three, bare-breasted, on their knees, in a
straight line.
"Offer me your tits."
They each placed their hands under their breasts, raised them up and held them out.
"Turn your nipples up."
They raised them at an angle so that six gorgeous nipples were pointing right at me, the
kind of crossfire I really love.
I unbuckled my belt and pulled it from my trouser loops. It's a particularly attractive
belt, fully braided with no holes for the buckle; it simply uses the spaces between the
middle braids instead. Those braids make for a massive number of peaks and valleys; lots
of traction. When striking flesh, the sensation, even with low impact strokes, is one hell
of a sting. At high intensity, the pain is deep and profound.
"Not a sound. Or you're out of here."
They were each quivering, but whether from fear or excitement, I couldn't have said.
Actually, fear got them excited, so it was all a wash.
I started with Jillian, who was on the right end of the line. I wrapped my belt several
times around my hand, leaving a seven-inch length flapping free.
"Two each," I told her, then looked at the others. "You hear me? Two, each."
"Yes, sir," they said together.
I swung hard, two quick times in succession, bringing the strap directly down onto
Jillian's right nipple. I moved to her left. Two more for her. She was actually trying to
fight back tears, but I didn't think they were all from pain. In the past couple of weeks,
they'd begun to idealize our situation here, and probably felt like I'd betrayed them by
bringing Cynthia into the mix. They'd get over it. Particularly once they realized that
none of the things they enjoyed by coming here were going to end.
Next up, Jennifer. Characteristically, hers was the look of defiance, as if saying I
dare you. Try to make me cry. I gave her the same treatment as I'd given Jillian. Unlike
Jillian, Jennifer took it without a blink.
Then came Angela. As I'd gotten to know them, she was showing herself to be their
natural leader. The twins were up for anything but that often meant they were unfocused,
unsure where to direct their energies. Angela was all to willing to show them. I had no
doubt that it was she who'd brought them to this, and she who'd gotten in, despite the
lock.
"Did you make a key?" I asked her.
She nodded.
That was easy. "Okay. Three extra for that bit of deception. Got it? That's five to each
nipple."
She clenched her teeth and looked grim, but she nodded. I then proceeded to savage her,
five strokes to her right nipple, then five to her left. She started to cry but I said,
"Knock it off, or get out."
She chocked back her sobs.
"Now. I want you to take the rest of your clothes off, and meet me in my bedroom. No one
makes a sound. No one says a word. Is that clear?"
They nodded, but I had no illusions about their willingness to do what I wanted. They's
shown that already today.
Back in my bedroom, Cynthia was getting a little stressed. I hadn't planned on
disrupting our session, but maybe it had been good for her. She would have felt abandoned,
been tempted to pull herself from the loose bond at her wrists, remove her scarf and be
out of the game. That she'd done none of those things told me she was in this for the long
haul.
"My apologies, dear. I had some business to attend to."
She didn't turn to my voice but responded, "It's them, isn't it? Your groupies are
here."
"Unannounced, unexpected and uninvited. I've dealt with them."
She sat for a long moment. "Will they be joining us?"
"In a support capacity. Today is still for you."
I sat next to her and stroked her hair.
"Tell me what you are thinking, dear. Does this violate the rules for you? Would you
like to stop?"
She shook her head.
"No. The idea intrigues me."
I thought I might fall in love.
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