As we approached the BMW, I noticed Liz asleep, her hands still chained to the
steering wheel. Her breasts still bound. I'm not sure how anyone could sleep in
that position, but she managed it.

I opened her door, waking her. She mumbled something, and then snapped wide
awake. Pulled at her cuffed wrists and moaned. I reached forward and released the
connecting cuffs so she could move away from the steering wheel.

"Come on, Liz, out." She managed to climb out of the car stretched as much as her
bound wrists and breasts would allow and automatically fell to her knees beside
the car. "Arms up." She raised her cuffed hands. Her eyes on the new girl full of
questions.

I motioned for Christi to remove the rope from her breasts. With some difficulty,
with her own hands handcuffed, Christi struggled to remove the ropes from Liz's
body.

As the blood flowed back into Liz's breasts, she gasped and then sighed as the
omnipresent pressure against her breasts was suddenly released.

Liz looked up at me from her kneeling position and implored, "Can I ask a
question?"

"Sure." I was in a good mood.

"You promise that you won't get mad? Put those ropes back on me?"

"Nope. No promises. But ask."

"Will you let Cathy go please? I'll stay. I'll be your hostage. I'll do whatever
you want. I'll be good. I promise."

"Okay."

The stunned girl just knelt there, not believing her ears.

"Really?"

"Seriously."

I leaned into the car and popped the trunk. I walked around back of the BMW and
lifted the naked woman out of the trunk. She squinted in the sudden bright light.

"You've done everything I've asked. I'll send your friend back to the frozen
state she was in when we met. Okay?"

Liz sighed. "Oh thank-you."

I placed the bound, confused naked woman into the BMW and concentrated on
collapsing the time field around it. Before our eyes, the car and Catherine
disappeared. Back to its original position. Back on the highway. Minus Liz, of
course.

"Okay. Now our ride is gone. I guess we walk."

I systematically removed the cuffs from all their wrists and placed them on their
hands and knees.

Christi hated crawling. "Please not crawling again. My knees are killing me."

Not in the mood for talking, I just ignored them and let them crawl along the
roadway like I was walking three pets.

Neither Jane or Liz had had to crawl for me yet, but they quickly discovered why
Christi didn't like it. Their free swinging breasts as they moved. The
humiliating position. The complete humiliation of having to move on their hands
and knees, naked while their clothed captor walked comfortably behind. I watched
their bare bodies move in the unusual motion. The rough pavement against their
palms and knees. I kept my eye on Jane who had the added discomfort of crawling
with the ankle restraints restricting the amount she could move her legs.

I knew that there was a hotel a little down the road. I wanted to get some sleep.
It had been a long day.

It took about two hours for the girls to crawl to the hotel. It took a while with
them on their hands and knees, but I forced them all to crawl, complaining the
whole way, up to the penthouse suite via the fire stairs.

I broke the lock on the doors and forced them open. A older man and a young woman
were sitting on a couch watching television. It felt a little odd to be leading
three young women crawling into the suite, naked. I'm sure it seemed odder to
Jane, Christi and Elizabeth.

I ordered them to their feet. They all stood up and rubbed their sore knees and
palms. Christi, knowing how long I could have had them on their knees, whispered
a word of thanks in my direction.

Ignoring the couple in the main room, I wandered through the place with the
girls. Looked like a nice enough place. The bathroom was huge.

I took the women into the bathroom. I knelt down and removed the ankle cuffs from
Jane. Now they were all standing waiting for orders. Nude.

"I want you all into that shower." I reached in and turned on the cold tap.

Even if it was cold, the women gladly piled into the shower. Shivering but glad
of being able to clean themselves. After all they'd been through I wasn't
surprised.

"I want you to wash each other while I deal with our 'guests'. You are not to get
out, until I return for you. And no hot water."

They collectively groaned, but they knew better than to complain.

The three girls began the process of getting clean. Rubbing the dirt out of their
hair. Rubbing the dirt out of their knees and palms. Shivering in the cold spray.

I wandered out to the main room. I lifted my gun and aimed it at the young woman.
I released her from the time block. She came awake and immediately noticed me
with the gun sitting across from her.

"What the ...?"

"Hello."

"Hello. What do you want. Dad? What have you done with him?"

"I'll ask the questions. Who are you?"

Eyeing the gun. "I'm Amy Trotman."

"That your father?"

"Please what do you want?"

"Is that your father?" I leveled the gun at her face.

"Yes. Yes. Calm down. He's on a business trip and he brought me with him. Can't
you put the gun down?"

"Okay, here's the deal. You do exactly what I say, and you won't get hurt."

"Yes. I'll do anything you want."

I tossed a pair of handcuffs at her feet. "Put them on."

"Why?"

I waved the gun at her. She hurriedly picked up the restraints and struggled to
put them on. "Come here."

She struggled off the couch and approached me.

I held the gun to her head and unfroze the father.

"What the hell?" As he spied me holding his handcuffed daughter. Gun to her head.
"Where'd you come from? What do you want?"

"I want you to get up. Quietly and leave the room."

I'd set up a slow time field just outside the suite. He'd fall into it as he left
the suite. He wouldn't be aware of his surroundings. Only able to move a
millimeter a day or so.

"Be calm. I'll do what you say. Just don't hurt Amy. Okay?"

I nodded. "Just get out."

He walked out the door and slipped into a really slow moving time.

"What have you done to him?" Amy asked.

"He's fine. Just really really slow."

I released Amy and she stood still, hands cuffed in front of her. I looked her
over. She was a nice looking girl. Brunette. Nice figure. Looked like she was
about college age.

"What do you want from me?" I could see her eyes darting around looking for a
weapon.

"Actually, I just want a place to stay the night. And I don't want to be
disturbed."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I want you to lie down on the floor."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. On your front."

The handcuffs having served their purpose could be taken off. I reached down and
removed them from the shaking girl.

"Hands behind your back."

"Please. I won't cause you trouble. I'll behave. You don't have to tie me up."

"Hands."

She reluctantly moved her hands behind her back. I quickly lashed her wrists
together. Then I reached back and tied her ankles. I completed the rope job by
bending her feet back and connecting her hands to her ankles with another piece
of rope. She tested the bonds, really couldn't move.

"Please don't leave me like this. It's very uncomfortable."

If I wasn't so tired, I might have laughed. She didn't know what uncomfortable
was. I pressed my finger to my lips. "I don't want to gag you, but I can keep you
quiet if necessary. Okay?"

She nodded and let out a quick, "But ...",

I ignored her and walked back to the bathroom. I turned off the cold water and
ordered the women out. They, in a good mood, stepped out of the shower,
shivering. I gave them one towel to share.

"Make yourselves presentable and meet me in the bedroom."

The women all grabbed at the one towel at once, I think Jane got it and I
wandered out to the bedroom, ignoring them.

I stretched out on the bed and waited for them.

Jane wandered in first. She looked radiant in her nudity. Nipples hard. Probably
from the freezing cold shower I had just forced them to take.

"You look wiped," she remarked.

"I am."

"Whipping me knock the wind out of you?"

"Something like that."

"Can I help with anything?"

I shook my head. At a loss, she just stood in the middle of the room quietly and
waited. Hands at her sides. Nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. I
just watched her discomfort through half opened eyes.

Liz wandered into the room next. Her hair was still dripping and she had
goosebumps. Nipples hard as well.

"Jane?" I had my eyes closed.

"Uh-huh."

"Take some rope and tie up Liz on the floor beside the bed."

Liz just looked at me. "Please, I'll do anything you want. You don't need to tie
me up."

I looked at her. "Liz, darling, I am going to sleep. The last thing I need is one
of you girls to decide that you might like me with a knife in my chest. I know
all of you would do anything to get away. Jane's good with knots. Let her tie you
up. Okay?"

Liz resigned herself and held her hands behind her back. Jane lashed the woman's
hands securely and had her lie on floor. Jane finished off by tying the poor
woman's ankles and knees together, and running a piece of cord to the foot of the
bed. Liz wasn't going anywhere.

Jane just looked at me. "You're going to make us sleep on the floor, aren't you?"

"Sure. Got a problem with that?"

"I guess not. I told you that I'd do whatever you want. If that means sleeping on
the floor, it's better than having my boobs tied and whipped."

Christi walked in and just heard the last sentence.

"Your not going to whip her again are you?"

I looked at her. "No, but I've noticed that you are the only one of the three
here who hasn't experienced a good breast beating."

She paled and her hands instinctively rose to cover her bare breasts. "Please no.
I haven't done anything." Her breathing was getting ragged.

"I know you haven't. But you are damn lucky I'm just too tired to do anything.
Christi, I want you to tie up Jane. Tie her to Liz. Face to face."

"Please don't tie me up. I've been tied up enough for one day. I'll never sleep.
Please. I'm so tired. You want us rested for tomorrow don't you?"

"Jane. You want a repeat of the breast thing? Christi bind her."

Jane swallowed and sank to the floor and quietly held her hands behind her back.
Resigned to sleeping skin to skin with Liz. A complete stranger.

It took a while, but Christi finally managed to tie the two of them securely
together. Their faces inches apart. Their bare bodies pressed together.

Christi crawled up onto the bed with me.

"I guess you have to tie me up. You ran out of women," she said mischievously.
She held out her wrists.

"I thought you hated being dominated."

"It's not all bad. I guess I'm getting used to it. And you are going to tie me up
aren't you? Whether I like it or not?"

I reached down and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her bare ankles. I moved her
hands in back of her, and snapped another pair on her wrists.

I lay back on the bed, too tired to even insist that she move to the floor.

"You can't sleep in those clothes."

I opened one eye. "Why not?"

"Not good for you."

"Lack of sleep isn't good for me."

"Come on. I've been naked in front of you for god knows how long. I've been
forced to crawl. Humiliated. Helped you. Helped your victims. I've done stuff
that any sane person would never have done. I'm not even asking to be let out of
these damn cuffs, which is probably what I want most in the world, but I can't
stand to lie here and watch you sleep in your clothes. Take them off."

Sighing, I knew that I'd either have to punish her severely or listen to her to
get her to shut up. I guess I could have gagged her. My mind was fuzzy with
exhaustion. Maybe I'd been using the time control too much. It did take a toll on
the wielder. Shaking my head, I reached up and stripped off my shirt. Soon, I was
down to my underwear.

She smirked when she saw that I wasn't going to remove my underwear in front of
her. "You're not shy are you? You made Jane strip in front of her father. Hell,
you made her have sex in front of him. You even whipped her in front of him.
Surely to don't care about modesty. When you return us, we'll forget about you
completely. What's the matter, small?"

I really should have punished her for that insolence. But I was just so damned
tired I really didn't care. I sighed and removed my underwear and lay back down.
Just to shut her up. Actually I wasn't shy. Just damn tired.

"Enough. Get some sleep, you have a long day ahead of you."

Christi was silent, but I heard her rustling around. Probably trying to get
comfortable. She probably wasn't quite as tired as everyone else since she had
probably gotten off the lightest in the punishment department and she had slept
when I took Liz and Catherine and in the car.

I suddenly felt her breath down near my groin. I opened one eye and saw the back
of her blonde head near me. I sighed as her soft lips engulfed me. After today,
it was all I could do not to come as soon as she touched me.

She slowly, lovingly moved her head up and down, moving her tongue around,
sucking slightly. Within seconds, I felt the heat rise in me. Images of Jane,
naked, bound and screaming in front of her father. Christi making love to her own
mother. Catherine whipping Liz. Kimberly alone in a hardware store. Breasts bound
and clothespinned. I couldn't help myself. I climaxed, thrusting up into her
mouth. Forcing her to take it into her throat. I felt her desperately swallowing
my ejaculate. And when I was done, she simply turned and looked at me. She gave
me one of those perfect smiles, like a cat that just got the canary. I watched as
she struggled against the cuffs and slowly worked her way off the bed to join her
fellow captives on the floor.

I watched as the self-satisfied smile played around her lips. Some come still
sitting daintily in the corner as she sat on the floor. I pointed to the corner
of my mouth and watched her tongue snake out and daintily lick her lips clean.

She lay down beside the other girls, on the hard floor.

"Good night. Sleep well." she murmured.

"Good night, Christi." And I fell into an exhausted sleep.