Message-ID: <7864eli$9804140041@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 62) [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: <19980413213122.8436.rocketmail@send1d.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 62 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) I was tired. The other girls were tired. Elizabeth had been somewhat overwhelmed by the mall experience. Christi had had a long day. And Amy just needed some rest after her long ordeal. Amy and Elizabeth hadn't gotten enough sleep the previous night anyway. I had to decide what to do with the women before falling asleep. Thankfully I wasn't nearly as tired as I had been over the last couple of days. Maybe my body and mind was getting used to the stresses of time control. I motioned Christi to her feet. She rose and walked over to where I was standing. She held up her wrists when asked and I removed the cuffs from her. She pleaded with her eyes as I reached forward and slipped the robe from her shoulders. Not having done anything to deserve what she felt was punishment. But she knew better than to complain. I touched her arm in reassurance, and she blushed. Blushed because she was completely uncovered again, I guess. But I wasn't angry. There was no punishment here. I just wanted the girls bare for the sleep period. The other two were already that way. I picked up Christi's wrist and put the handcuffs on her again. She whined a bit, but accepted the restraints. I motioned for the other two to rise, which they did. I moved Elizabeth's hands behind her back. Again, a hurt look. She didn't think that she deserved to be handcuffed behind her back. I touched her arm to reassure her, but she was a little cranky or preoccupied. Just turning her head away. Understandable. I spoke to the girls. "Elizabeth, if you behave, I'm going to let you sleep on the couch. Okay? And Amy? I'm afraid you've earned a place on the floor. Christi. Bedroom floor for you tonight. Jane deserves the bed. For tonight." Elizabeth spoke first. "Please. I'll sleep on the floor if you'll let Amy sleep on the couch. Look at her." Glancing at the bare girl's red and angry breasts. "Please. She's uncomfortable enough without having to sleep on the floor." Amy was about to say something but I cut her off. "Elizabeth. You are a noble soul. I'll give you that. But Amy's behaviour today doesn't warrant comfort for sleep. Don't you think?" Amy just numbly nodded and Elizabeth just swallowed. The girls were protective of one another. I doubt if Amy would have accepted the sofa anyway. I motioned Amy to the floor and she sank to her knees on the carpet. She used her bound hands to help lower herself to her side. I crouched beside her. "Amy?" She looked up at me. The tears from her punishment still hadn't quite stopped. "Do you think that you deserve to be hog-tied for your sleep." She stared at me, tears brimming in her eyes. "Please. Master. A slave begs that she isn't forced to sleep in a hog-tie again. Please. My tits hurt so much." Envisioning her breasts pressed against the floor. Her muscles cramping from a night in a hog-tie. "But do you deserve it?" "I. This slave. Please. I suppose." "So you'd be happy if I just tied your ankles and knees? And not connect them to your hands? Let you sleep on your side?" "A slave would be grateful. Please. You don't need to tie her up at all." "I know. But you have to realize that your behaviour this morning was not acceptable." "This slave knows." She brought her legs close together. Offering her ankles to me to tie together. I wrapped her slender ankles in rope. Trying to make sure that her circulation wasn't being impeded. Did the same above her knees. She shouldn't be that uncomfortable for the night. Better than a strict hog-tie anyway. I decided to give her a break and retrieved a throw pillow. Tucking it up under her head. Allowing her some comfort despite the other bondage. She smiled a bit. Whispering "Thank-you", as I rose to take care of Elizabeth. Elizabeth had already moved to the sofa. Stretching herself out. Lying back on her bound hands. I rummaged for a pair of ankle restraints. Wrapped the steel around her left ankle and attached it to the leg of the sofa. No complaints from bound nude girl. I rose and motioned for Christi to join me. Together we walked to the hallway to the bedroom. As we entered the hallway, I switched off the light for Elizabeth and Amy. I heard Elizabeth cry out softly. As I was turning to move back to the bedroom, I heard a tentative voice from the sofa. "M-Master?" "Wait here," I whispered to Christi. Pressing her shoulders, having her sink to her knees. I stumbled through the dark room and crouched by the sofa. "What is it Elizabeth?" "Oh God. I can't." "You dragged me away from my bed, which incidentally I'm looking forward to. You better be able to. Whatever it is." "Oh God. Here goes," she whispered. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Please. You remember in the mall? When I offered you something?" I wasn't sure if she was referring to taking Jane's place, or what? It didn't make sense. "I remember some things. Elizabeth, I'm tired. What is it?" "Oh God. I offered myself. To you. For better treatment?" "Yes ..." "What if I told you that it wasn't entirely for you?" "Huh?" Dense male that I am. "Oh God. You are going to make me ask. Aren't you?" I was just getting more confused by the second. Maybe my mind was foggy. I was tired. Or maybe I'm just a dumb male. "What if I told you that I'm available without the need for better treatment?" "I know that." Still not quite understanding where she was going with this. I could take advantage of them without rhyme, reason, or deals. That was the beauty of having sex slaves. They had very little to offer me that I couldn't just take. "Oh God. I can't. Please. I ... need ... you. Please." The light dawned on me. She was trying, in her own subtle way, to ask me for relief. Sex. She was turned on and I was a complete idiot. I touched her shoulder, feeling the heat of her body. She squirmed against her restraints. Her body shaking. Perhaps crying a bit in the dark. I rose quietly and walked back to Christi. She was still obediently kneeling in the hallway waiting for me. I crouched down and took her face in my hands. I whispered to her. "Christi. I've got ... ahhh ... something to discuss with Elizabeth for a moment. Okay? Can you take care of yourself? Find a comfortable place in the bedroom?" Christi just looked at me. A hint of jealousy resurfacing in her eyes. "Can I take a shower before I go to sleep? I've been dying for one since you left. But I wasn't sure if I'd be punished if I just took one without permission." I hadn't let any of the girls shower before bed tonight. Intending to have them shower first thing in the morning. "Christi, you can take one in the morning with the others. Okay?" Tears formed in her eyes, but she just nodded. "Can I clean up then? Wash my face? Brush my teeth? Please?" I nodded to her and she nearly jumped to her bare feet. Padding down to the bathroom without another word. I just shook my head and rose from the crouch. I walked quietly back to Elizabeth. Dropping down beside her. Oblivious that Amy could probably hear us. "What's up, Elizabeth?" "Oh God. Please. Don't." "Come on. Doesn't make sense." "Do you think that guys are the only ones to have urges?" "I guess not. But I didn't think that you females were as anxious for sex." "I wouldn't be if you'd leave me unchained for a while. I can take care of myself, you know." "Now that I'd like to see." "Oh God." "Relax. I'm just talking to you. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. Not now. Not tonight. I'm far too tired." "It's. It's just that. Oh God. Think about it. I've been naked and tied up for days. You've made me watch the most erotic damn shows that I've ever seen. And that is surprising. I've seen tons of porns. And you haven't given me any opportunity for release. I'm not sure that I like it. But I can't help it. I'm horny. There. I've said it. If you don't want to, just untie my hands for a half hour. Please. I'll let you tie me up again afterwards. I swear it. Where am I going to go?" She rattled the chain holding her ankle. "I just want relief. Honest. Please? I'll do whatever you want." "How do you want it?" "Huh?" Her turn to be confused. "What do you want? You want intercourse? Or do you just want to orgasm? Manually? What were you thinking about?" "I have a choice?" "Yup. Too tired to think. Too tired to impose my wants on you. Don't get used to it." "Oh God. You remember. You made me. Oh God. You made me s-suck that guy?" "Uh-huh." "I don't believe I'm doing this. I can't get the picture out of my mind. Me on my knees. Doing that to you. God. I never realized that it could feel so good for the girl too." Well. Now I was very interested. "Interesting." "Oh God. Then after you come in my mouth, I swallow it and you do it back to me. You don't even have to untie me." She'd obviously thought about this. She was horny. And I hadn't even known. Like I said; dense. I lifted her feet and guided her to her knees. She adjusted herself as best she could with her hands still bound behind her. I stood and pulled off my clothes in the dark. I lowered myself onto the sofa in front of her kneeling body. Her silhouette just becoming visible. She moaned a bit as she engulfed me with her soft warm mouth. I guided her, hands resting lightly on her bobbing head. Her tongue doing wonderful things. Her moans emerging around the penis in her mouth. Feeling wonderful. After the day, and the erotic shows I'd orchestrated, this felt unbelievably good. I had to slow her down. Adjusting her rhythm. Slowing down my unavoidable climax. Scenes flashing through my mind. Amy punished. Kimberly tormented. Jane climaxing so unwillingly. Jane humiliated with her family. The nude and handcuffed girl, so eager to have me in her mouth. Working. Lightly sucking. Her teeth lightly grazing my sensitive flesh. Head bobbing. I could feel the tension rising in my body. Gripping her hair. Making her cry out around me. Forcing her head down. Gasping for breath as I exploded into her. Muscles tensing. Relaxing. Pumping into her. Feeling her frantically swallowing. The orgasm seemed to last forever, but was probably only fifteen seconds. I released her hair. Letting her off me. Felt her breath on me. Felt her tongue. Still licking at me. Cleaning me. I touched her face. Tracing her lips. Still finding wetness there. Probably what she wasn't able to swallow fast enough. Feeling her tongue trace over my fingers. I touched her arm, her rising to her feet. Sitting back on the sofa. I guided her legs apart. Willingly, she spread her legs. I crawled up between them. Feeling her tense. Probably thought I was heading for intercourse. But I stopped well short of that. Merely lying between her legs. Feeling her heat. Lightly stroking her breasts. Her hard, erect nipples. Lightly pinching. Her gasping. Breathing erratically. I leaned back. Teasing her. Running my fingers along her lips. Tracing her vulva. She squirmed at the touch. Wanting more. Begging quietly for more. Trying to press herself into my fingers. Crying softly. Pulling at the chains that held her. Frustrated. Wanting to touch herself. But couldn't. Finally I slipped a finger between her lips. Her body almost went rigid. Tensing. Finally letting her breath out. Softly calling out. "Master. Oh God. Master." I slipped a finger inside her. Two. She pressed down. Trying to get them deeper into herself. Crying out. Wanting more. I traced her breast again. She was lost in the sensations. Not caring if Amy, or Christi heard anymore. Not caring about anything except the maddening tease going on between her legs. Finally, leaving my fingers inserted into her, I lowered myself to her. Searching out her erect clitoris with my tongue. Gently licking and sucking at her. Tasting her. Working my fingers slowly back and forth. She pressing herself down onto my face. Crying out. It didn't take long; she was more than ready. I felt her gather in her breath. One last press. One last flick of my tongue across her. She exploded. Screaming. Her body spasming. I felt her internal muscles pressing on my fingers. Milking them. Her orgasm nearly threw me off her. After she seemed done, I slipped my fingers from her. She gasped at the sensations. Her body still twitching a bit. I moved away from her. Raising her leg back up onto the sofa. Turning her gently on her side. I kissed her on the mouth. Feeling her tongue gently touch my lips. Tasting herself. She whispered to me, "Thank you. I know you could have used this against me. Tormented me with my own body. But you didn't. Thank you. Maybe you aren't so much of a bastard after all." She pulled again at the handcuffs holding her wrists. I smiled. Hard to punish a woman to whom you've just made love. Even if she had just practically called me a bastard. "Sleep well." "I will now." I crouched down to Amy. "You okay?" She mumbled. Half asleep. "How the hell is a girl supposed to sleep with all that racket going on?" "I see you're fine. Sleep well." "Right." But I suspect that she was almost back to sleep as she made the sarcastic comment. I gathered up my clothes. Listening to the girls. Both of them breathing regularly. Hard to tell in the dark, but I could swear that they were both fast asleep already. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |