Jane was fairly quiet on the trip down to the street. She moved slowly, but that
was probably just due to a little stiffness from her sore breasts and muscle
stiffness from being tied up on the bed for so long.

As soon as we stepped out into the sunshine, Jane brightened considerably and we
began walking. I didn't have a particular destination in mind, but I wanted to
find a shopping concourse. Most of the buildings downtown had such malls
underneath them.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, Jane slowed down and ended up walking
beside me. She looked up at me, "Please, can we talk while we walk?"

I just nodded. I didn't like to talk to the girls every time they wanted to; it
kept them off balance. But this time I made an exception.

"What's up?"

"Can I ask how long you are going to keep this up?"

"What?"

"How long I'm going to be your slave? The others?"

"Until I'm tired of you."

She changed tacks. "Where are we going?"

"If I told you that, then you wouldn't be surprised, now would you?"

"I don't like surprises. Especially, yours."

"You don't have a choice."

"I know, I'm just a dumb slave. I don't count. Why do you like to treat women
like this? We are people too, you know."

"In this reality, actually you aren't. You are whatever I want you to be. Because
if you don't I can force you to. And I can't get caught. There's no authority but
me to appeal to."

"Oh God. Are you ever going to let us wear clothes again? Not make us wear these
things?" She rattled the chain on her handcuffs.

"Probably not."

"Oh God. So the whole of the female species are essentially your slaves. No
choice."

I nodded.

"Why do you get off on hurting us?"

"Why do you get hot when I hurt you?"

Tears formed briefly, but I watched as she willed them away. Wasn't often that
she was allowed to talk to me when she wasn't begging for something. Better not
to waste it with tears.

"I-I don't know. My body betrays me. You know that in my head I hate it."

"I know. Well, maybe my mind feels a little guilty about subjugating girls the
way I am. But I also know that my body really likes it. It's weird. In a way, its
worse for me. I choose to do the monstrous things I do. I direct it. You don't
have a choice. I force you to do everything. If you enjoy it, it's just a side
effect. You didn't exactly go out and ask me to whip and torment you."

She lapsed into silence. And we just walked together. Her naked and in cuffs. Me,
fully clothed and relaxed.

"She likes you, you know?"

"Huh?" The change of conversation completely threw me. Females like to change
direction without warning. Something I noticed far before I began the time
experiments. Nothing, not even becoming a naked sex slave could cure the female
of the species of this trait. I guess I'll just have to live with it.

"Christi. She really likes you. I have no idea why. The way you force her to do
so many degrading things. But she is beginning to fall for you."

"What? You have to be joking." Actually, I had kind of noticed the jealous way
she had begun to look at me, and other little things. I had no doubt that Jane
was telling me the truth. She was a perceptive little one.

"She told me, this morning. When we got up. We talked for quite some time before
we decided to untie me to make breakfast. She told me then."

I was at a loss. I just swallowed.

Jane continued. "You should really release her, you know. It's one thing to mess
with our bodies. Keep us naked. In chains. Degrade us for your pleasure. I know
she doesn't enjoy that. I don't think any of us do. But you are beginning to mess
with her emotions. I can't believe that you care about any of us. We are just
naked, obedient, little slave girls to you. Christi included. And if you can't,
or won't return any of the love that she is about to give to you, then you ought
to release her. That is far crueler than tying me up and beating my boobs for
hours. Even though that has cost me part of myself, you are causing her to fall
in love with her tormentor. Makes no sense to me, but love is a strange thing
sometimes. If you'd told me that my body would like pain in a sexual way a day
ago, I would have laughed my ass off. Now, I'm crying, struggling with the
reality of it. It's her mind you are going to cause pain. Not playing fair.
Please."

"I'll think about it. Okay?"

There was moisture in her eyes, and I pressed my finger to her lips. She
obediently shushed and walked along beside me in silence.

Finally, I turned into an underground mall. Full of frozen shoppers. Jane
obediently followed me in. We walked the length of the concourse, me watching the
shoppers. Jane just walking along beside me.

In the middle of the concourse, I spotted three young women. Professionals. Maybe
out to buy coffee and muffins. Who knows? Looked to be early twenties. I pointed
them out to Jane. They were grouped together at a railing, talking by the look of
it, before I stopped the world.

"What do you think?"

"What am I supposed to think? They're pretty."

"How would you like to have sex with them?"

"Oh God. Please no."

"How would you like to hurt them, then?"

"Please not that. I'd rather have sex with them. Anything."

"How about if I have them make love to you?"

"Better that than making me hit them. Please don't make me do anything."

"How about if I make them hit you?"

"Oh God. Please." She was shaking.

"Relax. Depending on how good you are, you may not have to do anything. Okay?" I
released the handcuffs from her wrists. She stopped shaking, mutely nodded and
just stood, barefoot, in the middle of the mall rubbing her freed wrists. "Now
just stand there quietly. I mean it this time."

I walked up to the taller of the women at the railing. I concentrated, and freed
her from the time freeze. Her mouth worked as though to continue talking, but her
words died on her lips as she realized that things just weren't right. Her large
eyes opened widely and she let out a little yelp. She slowly turned around
looking around at the frozen world. The fountain stopped in midair. Her friends,
frozen beside her. I watched as her eyes found Jane, naked and still rubbing her
wrists and then picked up my face as I stood in front of her. She looked at me,
still reasonably calm.

"What is going on?" she asked me.

"World's stopped."

"Why aren't we?" She was beginning to get a little nervous.

"I'm controlling it."

"What? Who's the naked girl over there?"

"That's Jane. Come here Jane."

Jane padded over to our little group.

"Why is she nude?"

"She likes being naked, and in this frozen world, there isn't any point to
clothing."

"You are wearing clothes."

"Yeah, but I'm not a girl."

"Oh. What do you want? How do we restart the world?"

Jane spoke up. "He'll restart the world when he wants to."

Comprehension began to dawn on the woman in front of me. Nude woman. I'm somehow
controlling the freeze. I saw the danger flags begin to form.

"What do you want from me?" her eyes darting about for an escape route.

Jane spoke up. "What's your name?"

"Ashley. What does he want?"

"Ashley, you have to listen to me. Okay? This guy is nuts. He has a gun. He isn't
afraid to use it. I've watched him kill someone with it. It's real. Okay?" I
never killed anyone yet, but maybe she was just trying to spare this woman by
frightening her. "You have to do whatever he says. He's going to ask you to
strip. He's going to ask you to do things that you never would imagine. He might
even hurt you. But, believe me. Whatever you refuse to do, you *will* eventually
do. Only it'll be ten times worse."

"Please no. Why me? Please just let me go."

"He won't let you go until you have done everything he wants."

At the words, Ashley began to run. She darted out behind her friends and began to
run down the corridor. I let her run for a minute, she got a few hundred meters
down the mall before I slowly began to slow her down. I guess she could feel the
time dilation as she ran. She let out small cry as she felt herself slowing down
until she was practically not moving.

Jane muttered, "I tried that once. So that is what it looked like. Christ, we
really can't get away, can we?"

I ignored Jane and walked up to Ashley. I walked in front of her and pulled out
the gun. Looks like I needed it. For some reason, these girls needed to see the
gun. Needed to see the danger before they'd listen.

I released the poor woman from the time dilation. She stumbled forward from the
slow time region and fell at my feet. She began to cry as she realized that I was
there. And I had the gun pointed at her. She sobbed on the floor until I reached
down to lift her by the arm.

At gunpoint, I walked her back to her friends and the nude Jane.

"Now, Ashley, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. You can strip for me,
yourself, or I can tie you up and cut your clothes off. I'm going to forgive you
that little run, as long as you don't do anything stupid again."

Ashley, still crying, just nodded.

"Stop crying."

Ashley stood up straight and really tried to stop. She did manage to stop
shaking, but tears still rolled silently down her face.

"Which. Strip? Or be stripped?"

Jane spoke. "Honey, I'd recommend just stripping for him. More comfortable than
having your clothes cut off."

Ashley tried again. "You can't get away with this. Please. Don't make me take off
my clothes. Please don't rape me."

She thought she was about to be raped. A common reaction. The first thing a
woman's mind goes to at gunpoint. Natural, I guess.

"Ashley, I'm not going to rape you. If I want to have sex with someone, I could
have just used Jane. She's naked as well. You won't be alone."

"Then why do you want my clothes off?"

Jane answered for me. "He likes women naked. He's a guy. Don't worry, Ashley, if
he said he won't rape you, he won't. I'm the one that has to worry about that.
Come on, let's get those clothes off you. You need help?"

Ashley turned to Jane. "Has ... has ... he raped you yet? Has he hurt you?"

"Ashley, he hasn't raped me." Jane then lied on one count. "And he hasn't hurt me
either." A furtive look at her striped bare breasts that Ashley completely missed
in her misery.

Ashley looked at the gun again and her hands shaking, she began to unbutton her
jacket. "Please don't make me do this."

I just watched as the shaking woman disrobed. Unlike the other women I've had
strip for me, she didn't hesitate at her underwear. Once started, she just took
off all her clothes. Soon, she was standing gloriously nude in front of me and
Jane. Her face was flushed, in embarrassment, and she tried to cover the breasts
with her hands. She stood there crying while I tried to decide what to do with
her.