Message-ID: <7844eli$9804140008@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 61) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, 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: <19980413045225.22671.rocketmail@send1a.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 61 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) As we left the mall, I let Jane collapse on the sidewalk. She curled herself up again and just cried. Probably missing her family. I couldn't blame the girl for crying, and motioned for Elizabeth to join me as I moved away to give the crying girl a bit of privacy. Shortly, she stopped shaking and unsteadily rose to her stockinged feet. Still sniffling, she padded over to where Elizabeth and I were waiting. Leaning against a compact car of some sort. A Civic, maybe. She sank to her knees. Teary eyes quietly looking up at me. "Thank-you." she whispered. "For?" "Letting me cry." I just nodded at her. She ducked her head and let out one last sob. She raised her head again. I watched her battle to control her emotions. She raised her wrists. Offering them to me. I loosely slipped a pair of handcuffs around her slender wrists. Not tightening them into her skin, but tight enough that she couldn't slip her hands out of them. She sighed and dropped her hands into her lap. Knowing what was coming, Elizabeth, beside me, did the same. I helped Jane to her feet. Her face brightened a bit as she glanced down at herself. No longer completely nude. Stockings. Bra. Panties. She wasn't covered much, but it was better than nothing. Better than walking around nude as Elizabeth still was. "Girls? I want you to walk on ahead. We're heading back to the hotel. Nice day for a walk, don't you think? Walk where you like. Grass, road. Whatever." They just nodded. Elizabeth, probably shocked that I wasn't leashing them and forcing them into an uncomfortable stroll blurted, "What, no gags?" "Don't tempt me girlie." The two girls, knowing that they'd pushed their luck further than would normally be allowed scampered on ahead. Talking between themselves quietly. I matched their pace, but let them get fifty meters or so ahead. They glanced back occasionally, but stayed on course. Walking through the grass at the side of the road softer on their unprotected feet than asphalt. I just lost myself in thought and watched them as they walked ahead. One nude girl strolling along with one in tight lingerie through the grass. Quite a picture. I didn't want to end this timeline. It was paradise. The girls behaving. Having access to their beautiful bodies. No pressures. No stress. The complete feeling of freedom and control over the women. Knowing that I couldn't be caught. Finally being able to do these unspeakable pleasures. I was enjoying myself. Who wouldn't be? But I knew it had to end eventually. I didn't have the strength to maintain this timeline forever. Nor would these girls be able to maintain the pace I'd set for them and still remain sane. Jane had really scared me today. I had pushed her far too hard. And timeline or no timeline, you could only push someone so far before they snapped. I was surprised that none of them had snapped yet. I guess Amy and Jane were the closest that I'd come to completely losing any of them. I really had to be more careful. Elizabeth was right. An insane or catatonic girl was absolutely no fun at all. The girls had set a reasonably fast pace. We arrived back in at the hotel in about forty minutes or so. They were tired. Especially Jane. I could see it in her face. She was not going to be able to keep her eyes open for much longer. She was nearly asleep on her feet. It had been a long day especially for her. I was feeling tired myself, the activity and the maintenance of the timeline wearing me down a bit. The girls trudged up the stairs ahead of me. Elizabeth leading. I was a bit apprehensive as we entered the suite. After all, I hadn't left Christi in significant bonds this time. I doubted it, but she could have released Amy and been planning to jump me as we entered. I needn't have worried. As we entered the suite, Elizabeth and Jane both cringed as we heard an agonized screech from the bedroom. "Ahhhhhhh. Oh God. Please. For the love of God. My nipples. Hurt. Oh my God. Please no more. He doesn't have to know. You could stop. Pretend that you were hitting me. You don't know what this is like. My legs. Argh. Please not another one. Oh God. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. Christi. God. My tits. How can you do this to me? You must know how much this hurts. You have tits too. Oh God. Please. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want. Just no more. Oh God." Amy's hoarse voice cried out her pain. It would appear that Christi was still doing exactly what I'd told her to do. Christi emerged from the hallway. Padding barefoot back into the living area. Her head bent. Tears falling down her face. Leaving Amy to cry to herself back in the bedroom. It took her a moment, but she noticed us standing just inside the entrance. She sank to her knees. Her robe opening. She crawled forward as best she could with the handcuffs and latched herself onto my thigh. Turning her head up towards me. "Please. Master. Allow your slave to stop. I. She can't do this anymore. Amy. Slave Amy. Has learned her lesson. Her breasts. Oh my God. I can't do this anymore. Please let me stop. It's too much even for me. Her poor breasts. Please. I can't hit her anymore. She's in so much pain." I gently took the crop from Christi's hands. The sobbing girl just stayed on her knees at my feet. I whispered to Jane and Elizabeth, "Go sit down. It's okay. I'll deal with this." Jane and Elizabeth walked to the furniture. Elizabeth settling in the easy chair, nude. Jane reclining on the sofa, stretching out her sheathed legs. Stretching her toes. Probably glad to be off their feet. I guided Christi to her feet. She unconsciously tried to wrap the beltless robe around her body, but finally gave up. She just stood in front of me letting it hang. Exposing one bare breast. Really erotic though she probably didn't think so. We entered the bedroom. Amy was still in tears. Her bound body shaking. Pulling against the ropes that held her. Her breasts, poking through the ruined sweater, were both an angry red. Her thighs also bore some welts. Her nipples were a deep shade of red. Angry red welts covering them on a variety of angles. Leaving Christi by the doorway, I walked over to Amy and touched her cheek. Her eyes were still closed. "Please don't hit me again. It's not time. Please." I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. This made her open her eyes and realize that Christi wasn't the one touching her. Her eyes opened wide. Afraid to say anything further. I let my lips drop down her bound body and gently kissed the tips of both bare breasts. She cried out softly at the touches to her aching mounds. I sat down in front of her. Waiting. "P-Please. Can a slave speak?" she whispered. I nodded. "Please. I. Th-this slave is so sorry. She promises that it will never happen again. Oh God. Please don't hit me anymore. It hurts so much." "You are ready to behave then?" She nodded. "Sure you don't need to be gagged again?" "Oh please. God. No. I'll do whatever you want. Gladly. Oh God. Please let me go. Please don't let her hit me anymore. My tits are on fire. I'll do anything. I'll never talk back again. You can rape me. I'll crawl. I'll do anything you want." Pulling against the ropes. Breathing ragged. "What if I want to keep having Christi hit you for a while more?" I heard Christi moan from the doorway. "Oh God. Okay." That was enough for me. I began to undo the ropes holding her ankles together. I removed the knee ropes and the ropes holding her torso so firmly to the chair. Finally removing the toe cords and the ropes holding her wrists to the bottom of the chair. She sat quietly as she was released. Waiting for permission to get out of the chair. I removed the cuffs from her wrists last. Unconsciously, she pulled her hands in front of her and rubbed the circulation back into her hands. She carefully traced a particularly angry looking welt on her right bare thigh. Gasping at the pain. "Amy?" She looked up at me. Her vision a bit glazed, tears still falling down her face. To her credit she still hadn't tried to cradle her damaged breasts. "On your feet." She stepped out of the chair, which had been her prison and torture chamber for the last few hours. Without even being told, she hooked her fingers into her panties and slipped them down her legs. Grasping the sweater, she pulled it over her head, crying out in pain as it dragged across her breasts. She reached behind herself and released the bra clip, allowing the ruined garment to fall to the floor. I could see the effort in her face as she forced herself to stand still, dropping her hands to her sides. Determined to please me. Again without being told, she slipped to her knees. Looking up at me. "Please. Master. Can slave Amy please hold herself? Please? My tits. They hurt." I was beginning to see that she had purposely restrained herself from cradling her own breasts, despite the pain. Hoping to please me by asking my permission. To show her subservience. To show that she'd learned her lesson. Trying her best to use the slave talk that Jane had taught her so long ago. And doing a passable job too. I nodded. A bit surprised that she had thought of this on her own. But I guess one thinks of ways to be pleasing after enduring the pain that she had. As soon as I nodded, Amy raised her arms. Closing her eyes, trying to block out the pain as her hands explored her breasts. Cradling them. Trying to ease the pain inflicted by the crop. Crying out as even her own light touches burned her abused nipples. I saw her look up at me. She was crying again. She managed to whisper, "Th-thank you for releasing me." She knew that the punishment could have gone on indefinitely. Her screaming and in pain until she passed out. I motioned Christi over. She walked over and crouched beside me. I whispered to her. "Get some cereal. Okay?" She nodded and walked from the room towards the kitchen. I sat on the bed, watching the crying and shaking girl on the floor in front of me. Christi returned moments later with some cereal awash in milk between her bound hands. She looked at me questioningly. I motioned to her and she bent and placed the bowl on the floor in front of Amy. Without any hesitation at all, the tormented girl fell to her hands and knees. Gasping as her sore breasts swung beneath her. She tentatively let her tongue snake out of her mouth and lapped at the food. She had to be famished. This had all started because she wouldn't eat her breakfast. She began eating her food with a little more enthusiasm. Almost like a dog or cat. Spilling a fair bit, but managing to get some into herself. After she had licked the bowl clean, Christi bent to the still crying girl. Whispered something in her ear. She nodded and bent herself to eat the spilled cereal and milk from the floor. Cleaning up thoroughly with her tongue. Quite a change from this morning/afternoon. But I guess having one's breasts tortured for the entire day would be fairly convincing. I had Christi get some ointment from the bathroom. Cuffing Amy's hands behind her and holding her to prevent the inevitable struggling, I had Christi apply some of the soothing gel to Amy's breasts. After the initial pain of anything touching the sensitive mounds, she began to moan as the gel settled in and soothed the burning skin. Christi had been careful with the crop. Still no broken skin. But those welts were going to be tender for days. But for the most part, Amy would be fine after a rest and a few hours of relief from the constant pain. After the gel had been mostly absorbed by her red skin, I guided the two girls to their bare feet and out into the living area. Amy was still quietly crying. But the intensity of the crying had diminished considerably. Christi's eyes widened as she saw the lingerie gracing Jane's body. I suppose in her distress earlier, she probably hadn't noticed. Jane was quietly sleeping. Her breasts rising and falling with a regular rhythm. Elizabeth raised her chained hands to her lips and motioned for us to be quiet. I whispered to Christi and Amy. "Quietly, go kneel by Elizabeth." The two girls hurried to obey. I wandered over to the sofa. Looking at the sleeping girl's peaceful face. I gathered her up in my arms and lifted her gently. She didn't stir. I carefully carried the sleeping lady back to the bedroom. Stretching her out on the bed, I carefully released her bound wrists. I began to undress her. Removing the constricting bra. Slipping the panties off her body. She stirred and mumbled something as I slipped the stockings down her legs leaving her nude once again. She awakened with a start as I slipped the handcuffs back onto her right wrist. Locking it to the bedpost. Probably the cold steel against her pale skin awakening her. She cried out softly. "Shhhhh. It's okay. Go back to sleep." "My clothes ..." she glanced down at her again bare body. "I'll let you put them back on later. Sleep time." Her fuzzy mind wasn't completely operational. "I don't mind. You are going to let me sleep in the bed? With only this?" She rattled the handcuff. I had never allowed her to sleep in the bed. And normally I bound her up tight to sleep. This time, she'd really been through a lot. I nodded. She wasn't going anywhere tonight. The handcuff would hold her. "A slave girl thanks you." I looked at her a bit quizzically. "For the bed and for letting her parents go and for being lenient on her." "Lenient?" I thought I had been pretty hard on her today. Especially with her parents, but also forcing her to confront her masochism again. I knew that these things bothered her. "This slave knows that you could have made her do worse things than you did. She is grateful that you didn't. She knows that you should have punished her for lots of things today, but that you didn't. I. She knows that she shouldn't have taken off the nipple clamps without permission. She knows that she shouldn't have run and she knows that she never should have thrown things at you. Thank you. You can still punish her, you know." A mischievous grin graced her mouth. She'd be all right, after all. To give her credit, I had never even mentioned her taking off the nipple clamps without permission. At the time, I had other things to worry about. Like a very very upset female. I kissed the top of her head. "Good night, sweetheart. Sleep well. Pleasant dreams." I switched off the light. She sighed and curled herself up on her side. Her cuffed wrist extended, her head lying peacefully on her outstretched arm. On her side. Legs askew. In seconds she was breathing regularly again. Her eyes moving gently back and forth beneath the closed lids. Fallen back into a deep sleep. God knows what she was dreaming. I watched her. Realizing that this was probably the way she normally slept, minus the handcuffs, of course and perhaps minus the nudity. But I would never have gotten the chance to see it if I'd bound her up tight again. I left the room quietly. Leaving her to her dreams. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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