Message-ID: <7702eli$9804081410@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 58) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980407215110.18943.rocketmail@send1c.yahoomail.com> This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but at least you've been warned). If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended, what the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake. I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the privilege nor would I engage in non-consentual sex or incest under any circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad things. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived copies) isn't cool. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is not an option. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the above stated conditions. This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as there is interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome. I'd like to thank Rowan for her excellent feedback and commentary on the story thus far. She's now putting her talents into proof-reading the story, and for this I'm appreciative. Hopefully, this will help keep the story lines lively, interesting and entertaining. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson [ Chapter 58 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) Jane was a strong girl. She'd be hysterical, but I thought she could take this. She'd have to rest a long time before I could push her again, but I thought she'd survive it. "Jane. I can give you an option." "What?" She sniffled. A bit of hope crept into her eyes. Hope that I had to dash if I wanted her to do as I'd asked. Still nude on her knees. "You can do something else I'd like to see." "Oh God. What?" "You can give your father a blow job." I didn't really expect her to do that. I would never, in a million years expect her to do that. Unless I forced her to. Impossible. It was just a suggestion that I figured would be a lot more distasteful than having her masturbate for him. She just numbly nodded. Surprised me all to hell. She'd prefer to give her own father a blow job, than to masturbate in front of him. I briefly entertained the notion of allowing her to switch tasks. Problem was, that giving her own father a blow job *would* traumatize her. This would be fine if I was just going to return both of them. The trauma would disappear with their memories. But I was fully intending to keep Jane for a while yet. I wasn't about to allow her to do it. Not now, anyway. Didn't need a traumatized girl. "After you whip him. And you know where. Plus fifty strokes on Elaine's breasts and pussy," I quickly added to the task. Eventually it would become distasteful enough that she'd choose the direction that I wanted from her. "Oh God. You can't be serious." I remembered my original threats from when I had originally took them. The thing Jane couldn't stand was to cause her sister pain. Her father, she might do. "So?" "I'll give my Dad a blow job for you. I swear it. But you know I can't hit her. Especially there. I can't. I can't hit him. Not there. Oh God." I affected a quizzical look. "I'm hearing a lot of 'can't' from a girl that swore that she'd do anything." She paled. Her eyes still letting tears fall down her face like there was a flood behind her face. "Oh God. Please have mercy on me. I didn't want to be here. I begged you not to bring me here. Please just let them go. Do whatever you want to me." "Jane. I am doing what I want to you." "Oh God. Do I still have a choice?" "Choice about what?" "Please. I'll beg you." I was truly confused. "Beg?" "Oh God. I can't believe I'm going to do this." Her face completely flushed. "Please. Master. A slave is begging on her knees. Please allow her to masturbate in front of her family." Choking. Tears falling freely. Face burning. Breasts heaving with her distress. I began to realize what choice she "wanted" to make. The one I was desperately trying to guide her towards. I didn't really want to see her give her father a blow job nor whip him or her sister. Granted, it may have been interesting, but the picture that I was planning held my interest. And it involved her willingness to pleasure herself in front of her family. "So now you want to masturbate?" "Yes. Please. It's better than having to whip them." She managed to choke out around sobs. "Beg me to hit you while you masturbate." "Oh God. I can't. Please don't make me do that. You know what that will do to me." I did. That is why I suggested it. I just looked at the tormented woman. She managed to choke out another line. "Oh my God. Please whip me while I ... I ... I'm doing it." "Doing what?" "You goddamn bastard. Pleasuring myself." "You want to be hit while you are masturbating?" "Yes." Resigned. "And you'd like to tongue your mother while you are doing it?" "Oh my God." "Wouldn't you?" "Oh shit. Please." "Wouldn't you?" "No." Sullenly. "Wouldn't you?" "Oh Christ. Please." "Wouldn't you?" "Yes." Resigned. I watched as her eyes retreated. Her face blanked. I was afraid that I'd pushed her too hard and that she had retreated into herself. She was retreating to avoid the pain. I reached out and brushed one of her clamped nipples lightly. She gasped. Expression returned to her face. I suspect that I'd almost lost her there. The soft brush on her nipple catching her attention just before she lost herself. I gathered her up into my arms and kissed her cheek. Rocking her. Sobbing quietly to herself. Knowing what I was going to force her to do. Finally, I let her climb back to her knees. "You ready?" "No. You bastard. I hate you." "I know. Why don't you get a vibrator. Pick one that you think will be comfortable." "Please don't make me do this. I can't. I'll die." "You'll be fine. I won't let you die." "I know. And you are a bastard for it." But she moved to the pack and dug until she found a smallish smooth pink vibrator. She looked at it with fear in her eyes. Knowing that she was going to have to use it. Like it or not. A flush climbed to her face. "Please. Can a slave beg for something?" "Not if it involves you not doing this." She gulped. "Lubricant?" "Lubricant?" "Please. Can a slave use some lubricant for her ... thing?" "Thing?" "Oh God. Vibrator." "You need lubricant?" "Th-this sl-slave is frightened. She doesn't think that she can get w-wet enough to make it comfortable. At first. Please?" I weighed the options in my mind. I was pretty sure that after the initial hesitation. A couple of blows with the whip. Once she managed to shut out the image of her family, she'd produce enough natural lubrication. On the other hand, I really had pushed her this time. She deserved something. She was behaving far better than I ever would have imagined. I nodded and she let her breath out. She'd been waiting for my answer. She lifted a tube of K-Y out of the pack. She closed her eyes and climbed to her bare feet. Crying as she approached her family. Kneeling down by Elaine's head and her mother's crotch. On the side opposite to where her father was bound. Silently waiting for me. Not anxious to start her own humiliation. I crouched to Elizabeth. She spoke before I'd even gotten settled. "You fucking despicable son of a bitch. Can't you see what this is going to do to her. She has been nothing but cooperative on this whole insane game of yours. Most women would have curled up in a little ball, mumbling in their insanity by now. She's strong. I'll give her that. But I saw her. You almost fucking lost her into herself. Fuck. What the fuck are you trying to do? Make her insane? Can't you give her a break? She's a human being you know? She hurts? Just like you do. Just like I do. I can't believe what a complete shit you are. We try so hard, and you don't even acknowledge it. Please. Don't make her do this. I'm begging you." "Elizabeth. I'm not going to deny it. I'm a fucking despicable son of a bitch. And Jane just scared the hell out of me there. I almost lost her." "Let her go then. Don't let your perverse desires kill her. She deserves better than that. At least let her out of this. She doesn't need to do it. I'll do it for you if you absolutely need to see it." "You don't understand. She'll survive it." "Barely. Fuck. And if she goes insane? Catatonic?" "She'll be alright." "Jane was right. You are playing with our lives. Please. For the love of anything that you might hold dear. Let her stop. She's been through enough of your perversity." "Sorry Elizabeth. She has to do this. I'll give her a long rest after this. Will that make you happy? But, I need you to do some things for me." "Fuck you." "Elizabeth. Calm down. Remember Amy this morning?" Her face went ashen as she recalled Amy's similar struggle this morning. Open defiance. "Oh my God. Please. I forgot myself. I. I'm so sorry. Please. I don't want to be punished. I. I was just. I don't have an excuse. I. Please. Jane. I was just so angry for her. I'll behave. I'll do anything you want. Please. Don't punish me. I'll be good from now on. You won't hear another word out of me about Jane. Please." I didn't particularly want to punish the crying woman. Though I suppose that I'd have to eventually. But not now. "Elizabeth. It's alright. I understand." Maybe I wouldn't punish her at all. This was turning out to be a bit stressful. "I need you to do something for me." "What?" She was resigned to it now. "The family still needs a bit of water. Take two bottles. Divide one up before we start. A third of a bottle to each. Then the last bottle, you are going to give to the father. But not right away." "Mouth?" "Huh?" "Mouth to mouth? Like Jane had to?" Hope in her eyes that she wouldn't have to crawl around on her bare knees kissing them all. I shook my head. "They can probably drink out of the bottle now. Give the women the water first then the father. Wait for me there." She looked relieved and scampered to her feet to get the water. I watched as she knelt and allowed the thirsty women and man to drink a third of the water bottle each. Finally ending up beside the father. Sitting demurely with the final water bottle lying in her bare lap. Carelessly tossing the empty water bottle behind her into the mall. She said some things to Jane while giving Elaine her water, but nothing serious. Probably encouragement. Jane cried a bit, but managed to control herself. When the girls were settled I walked over to Elizabeth. "See that?" I pointed to Dave's crotch that had been exposed by Christi's scissors so long ago. "Yes." She mumbled. "I want you to make sure that Dave here watches Jane. If he closes his eyes. I want you to give him a reason to watch. Understand?" "Oh God." "I want you to give him the rest of this bottle of water as well. From any body cavity that you can manage. Mouth is probably easiest, but if you really want to, I'm sure your vagina can hold a bit. I want you to use your hands on him, the entire time." Just glad that I was allowing her to use her mouth with the water thing. "Alright." "Don't let him come in your hands. After the water is gone, I want you on your knees in front of him. Use your mouth. Let him come, if he's even reacting. If he comes, swallow. If he doesn't come, I'm going to whip Elaine next. Understand?" "Oh my God. You bastard." "Yup." Dave finally spoke. "Please. I'm begging you. Do what you want to me. Kill me. But just don't make my daughters and wife do this? They haven't done anything to you. I'll do whatever you want." "Davey boy. No disrespect intended, but you can't do what the women can do. You are missing certain parts that make them very interesting. Just do what I've explained to Elizabeth here, and everything will be fine. I promise that I'll let Elaine, Dora and yourself go." "What about Jane?" "Jane is going to stay with me for a while." "You'll take care of her? You won't hurt her?" I decided to lie to this tormented man. "I'll take care of her." True enough. "And I won't hurt her. Promise." Another promise that I intended to break. He seemed satisfied. And he lay his head back. Elizabeth just glared at me, but was still frightened enough to just accept what she had to do. I walked over to the bound women. Crouched by Dora's head. "Did Jane tell you the plan?" "Oh God. What plan?" "Guess not. She's going to pleasure you." "Pleasure me? That's a laugh." _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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