Message-ID: <11842eli$9806031335@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 93 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [93/??] 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: <19980603040141.7574.rocketmail@send1e.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. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 93 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I left the two cashiers and slowly made my way back upstairs. As I approached the manager's office I could hear soft voices inside. Jane's and Kara's. I stood outside the doorway and listened. Kara's voice floated through the door. "You are freer than I am. Please." Jane's quiet voice. "I can't. I wish I could. God how I wish that I could." "But, he's not here. I'm not suggesting that we attack him. I know it won't work. But, I could get out of here. Get help." "Didn't you say that you yelled earlier?" "I don't understand why the police aren't here yet. God, this hurts." "It looks like it. Jane? Kara? Whatever your name is? You have to listen to him. You have to obey him. I know it is hard. I know you are an independent woman. So am I. I know it doesn't look like it. But I was. You aren't going to like what he wants you to do. But believe me, you have to do it. It will be over soon. I promise. I know that he doesn't want to keep you. You'll be freed if you cooperate." Jane spoke soothingly to the other woman. "Oh God. I can't take this much longer. Just. Please. If you won't untie me, please get these things off my nipples. Please?" "I can't. I'm so sorry. I feel for you. I really do. I know how much that hurts. Having clamps on your nipples. But he could be outside the door listening right now. I'm not allowed to move." "He's not here, goddammit. Why are you so afraid of him?" "Kara. Listen to yourself. Your feet are blue. Your breasts have a half dozen clothespins on them that you can't remove. You've been slapped. My God. Aren't you afraid of him?" Jane reasoned. "I just want out of this." "I know you do, sweety. I know." It sounded strange this teenager calling a woman twice her age 'sweety', but Jane managed to pull it off. Strange situation. "He'll let you out if you cooperate and don't go out of your way to piss him off." There was a pause. I was about to walk in, I had my hand on the doorknob when I heard Julie's soft voice begin. "He's. He's not really going to make us do that is he?" Christi's voice floated through the thin door. "Honey? Julie? You have to try and get used to the idea. He is going to make you two have sex together. Honestly." "I can't do it." "Sweetheart. That's what I thought as well, the first time he made me have sex with a woman. God. I hated it. I still do." "Then why?" "Why do I do it for him? I don't have a choice. The alternative is so much worse. Jane. She's been through it. I've seen her screaming. I couldn't do that. So I just close my eyes and make love to whoever he tells me to. I just try to forget it's a woman. It's just skin. I know it's hard to think that way, but you are going to have to try. It won't kill you. But the alternative might. I don't want to watch if you can't do it." "What. What will he do to me? What did he do to Jane?" "Honey, he'll probably whip you. If you are lucky." "Wh-whip me? I. I think I can do that. It would be better than having sex with Kara. I mean Jane. I don't even know what I mean, I'm so scared." "You don't know what it feels like. Look at Kara ... Jane. Now imagine that ten times worse and ten times longer." "I. I can't have sex with her. I can't." "Yes you can. Believe me, he'll keep whipping you until you either pass out or beg to make love to her. You will do what he asks. You can't take that pain." "I can." "Honey. He'll whip you on your breasts. Between your legs. Your face. You can't take that very long. I've seen much stronger women than you begging to be raped by a dog rather than take another stroke across the nipples. You'll do anything to avoid another stroke. Trust me. It hurts." There was another pause here. I thought I could hear the bound girl quietly weeping. I heard Christi mutter, "God. I wish I could move." "I know," Jane's voice filtered through. "Me too." I slowly opened the door and peeked in. Julie was hanging in her ropes. Pulling weakly at them. Crying softly. Kara just glared at me in hate as I walked in. Jane and Christi turned their heads. Christi spoke first. "Sir? Permission to go to Julie?" I nodded. Christi scrambled to her bare feet, her handcuffs jangling. She knelt again near Julie's bound feet and stroked the girl's thigh. Whispering to her. Trying to calm her. Julie wept, but seemed to be reacting to the female comfort. Calming a little. Amy just looked over her gag. Trying to speak through it to get my attention. Wanting it out. I'd remove it for her, but I had some other things to take care of first. I walked over and sat in front of Kara again. "Well? How's the breasts?" "They fucking hurt, you son-of-a-bitch." "I see. You want me to take them off you?" "What do you think?" "I think you actually look pretty in them," I remarked casually. "Bastard." "Do you want me to take them off you?" "Yes." "Beg." "Beg? You fucked up maniac. Never." I slapped her. Not hard, but enough to remind her that she was the one tied into her chair, not able to move away. Tears sprang to her eyes as the blow settled into her face. She looked up at me again with loathing. I reached forward and grasped the two clothespins attached to her sore nipples. I gently pulled them out from her bare breasts. Her face registered disbelief at the level of the pain, seconds before her mouth opened and she screamed. "Argh. Please. Oh fuck. My nipples. Please. Please. Please. That hurts. Oh God. Let me go. I'll do what you want. I'll beg. I'll beg. Please. No. Stop." I released her nipples and her breasts snapped back against her chest. She sagged in her ropes. Moaning. I left her there and hopped off her desk. I walked to her window, waiting for her pain to subside. Kathleen was standing close to Nicole. I had a perfect view of the two bound girls on the store floor. Kathleen was on her tiptoes trying to reach the knots holding her hands. Her fingers scrabbling at the tether holding her arms up and to her cousin. Nicole was trying to give her as much slack as she could. With the handcuffs interfering and the way I'd tied the knots in the tether, Kathleen was going to have a hell of a time even reaching the knots, much less loosening them. For now, I'd let her try. I turned back to Kara. Stroking her hair from behind. She just sat still and suffered the touch. I hopped back up on the desk. Facing her. Her eyes were still tearing but she had gotten the old defiance back again. She opened her mouth to say something. I slapped her again before she could get the words out. "Ow. Please. What was that for?" "I felt like it." "God. Please. I was just going to tell you ..." I slapped her again. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. Not understanding why she was being hit. "Owowow. Please. Stop slapping me. I'll do whatever it is you want." I slapped her again. This time she tensed for it and her face flipped to the side. Slowly she brought her face back around. I wasn't hitting her that hard. Her face would sting for a while, but there wouldn't be any lasting damage. Couple of red hand prints. I'm sure it wasn't comfortable but overall she'd be fine. "Please?" she implored me. Not having a clue what I wanted. How she could stop me from slapping her. I slapped her other cheek. Her head rocked. She turned back towards me. Hate burning in her eyes, but this time she kept her mouth closed. She just waited for the next slap. I leaned back on the desk and just regarded her. Her pinned breasts heaving as she softly cried. "Have you been thinking about Julie?" I asked her. "Please." I slapped her again. Her left cheek again. Her cheeks were getting really red. Tears were free flowing down the reddened cheeks. Her head rocked to the right and she wept there for a moment. Finally she turned her head back towards me. Beginning to understand that she wasn't to speak. I waited a few moments and then repeated the question. "Have you been thinking about Julie?" This time, Kara just shook her head in the negative. I stroked her face instead of slapping it this time. "You realize that you two are going to have sex for me?" A confused look on her face. So wanting to talk to me about this. Wanting to somehow persuade me not to play this perverse game. She shook her head. Wrong answer. I slapped her face again. Right cheek. Her head rocked to the left. Weeping. She didn't turn her face back this time. She spoke, turned away from me. "I can't. Please. I'll do whatever else you ... aahhhhhhh. Please. No more. Fuck. That hurts. Oh God. Please. My nipples. My poor nipples. Fuck. Stop. No more. Please. For the love of Christ. Stop." I released her nipple pins. As soon as the pain faded she managed to turn her face back towards me. The spark of defiance still showed through her pain. I slapped her. Harder this time. Still not telling her why. I think she was beginning to make the connections. She speaks, she gets slapped. If she tries to avoid it, her nipples get my attention and she gets slapped anyway. Harder. After she managed to get control of herself, she slowly turned her face back towards me. Begging with her eyes. "You realize that you two are going to have sex for me, right?" She took a deep breath. Still wanting desperately to protest. She slowly nodded. "Because you are going to sit there and get slapped unless you do as you are told. Right?" She nodded again. "So. Don't you think that you should be thinking about that nude woman currently tied to that chair over there?" Another look of confusion crossed her face. Not wanting to answer but knowing she had to. She nodded again. I stroked her short blonde hair. "Good girl." Her face flushed. I could see her wanting to turn her face away in shame, but knew the consequences. Her nipples knew the consequences. "Now. Do you want those clothespins off your breasts?" A big nod. Easy to tell the truth here. "How about having your ankles loosened?" Another huge nod. "Do you want to make love to Julie?" A look of confusion crossed her face. Tears welling up again. She slowly nodded. Thinking that this was the answer I wanted. I knew that she was lying. I gave her a light slap. Not even enough to really feel compared to the others, but enough for her to know that she had done something wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Afraid. Not knowing what the hell I wanted from her. Not being able to ask. She slowly shook her head. Negative. "Kara. I just want the truth. I know that you don't want to make love to her. I still am going to enjoy watching you do it, but I know that you don't want to." She nodded. Slowly. Tears falling. She understood. She understood the pain of the slaps. "Now. I gave you a chance to get those clothespins off your breasts once before. By begging. And you messed it up. So I guess that you'll have to live with them for a while. You want to beg to have your ankles loosened?" She closed her eyes and nodded. "You can speak now." No hesitation this time. "Oh God. Please. I'm begging you. I can't feel my toes. They're numb. I don't want to lose them. I'm afraid. There's no circulation at all. I'll get down on my knees if you'll let me." "Beg Jane. Not me." Confusion crossed her face. But she was beginning to see that disobedience caused discomfort and punishment. Whether it made any sense to her or not. And she really was worried about her feet. That I could see. She was trying desperately to twist in her ankle ropes, trying to find somewhere to allow some circulation. There simply wasn't any position because of the tightness of the ropes. She could barely even twist her ankles. "Jane? Please? I'm begging for my feet. Please? The ropes on my ankles. They are too tight. Oh God. I'm going to lose my feet. I don't want to lose them. Please. Have mercy on me. I'm not asking to be released. Just loosened. Just a bit. Please? Let me have circulation? I'm begging you." I turned to Jane. Still on her knees behind Julie. "Jane? You think that you can loosen these things with your hands cuffed?" "It will take me a while. But if she cooperates ..." Jane's voice trailed off. "You going to cooperate?" I turned to Kara. "Yes, sir." "Come here, Jane." She rose to her bare feet and padded over to the desk. I had her raise her hands and I released her handcuffs letting them dangle from her left wrist. She immediately knelt and gasped as she saw the pair of blue bare feet in front of her. Her fingers immediately began to work at the knots. They were my knots so she didn't have as much trouble as if she'd tied them. In a few minutes, Kara's right foot was free of the chair leg. I watched as the pink colour returned to her lower extremity. Tears of relief dripped down her face. Jane worked on her left foot while I talked to her. "Kara?" She looked at me. Almost defeated. "Are you sorry about the handcuffs?" She slowly nodded. I actually believed that she was. Her left foot came free of the ropes. She flexed her toes. The colour returning to her left foot as well. Suddenly she gasped. Pain crossing her face. Pulling at her handcuffs. Tears of pain crawling down her cheeks again. "Please. Oh God," she gasped out. "My feet. Oh my God. My feet." "What's the matter?" "Tingling. Pins and needles. Oh God. I can't take it." Trying to hold her bare feet still against the floor. "Janey? Massage her feet." "Sir? That will hurt her." "I know. Kara? You keep your feet still for Jane. Okay?" "Oh God. Please don't touch .... God. Oh God. Please. I'll do anything you want. They fucking hurt. Please make her stop. Oooowwwwwww." I let the woman suffer, eventually Jane's fingers massaging the blood back into the poor woman's feet. I could see the relief flow into her features as the pain faded. "Jane. Retie them. But not as tight. Okay?" Jane nodded and I hopped off the desk, leaving the tormented women to finish. I crouched in front of Julie. My forearms easily rested on her bare thighs. Christi was still kneeling there, stroking the girl. She'd raised up on her knees and was stroking the girl's long brown hair with her cuffed hands. "Julie?" She was still quietly sobbing. Probably scared by what I'd done to Kara. Christ whispered in the girls ear. "Julie, honey? You have to answer him. You don't want to feel what Kara felt, do you?" "Please? Don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want." "That's good. So you'll make love to Kara for me?" "I. I'm not sure I can." "But you'll try?" "I'm not a lesbian. Please don't make me do that." Christi spoke up. "Remember what we talked about, Julie? You have to try." "I'll try. Just don't slap me. Please?" I ran my fingertips down her bare exposed breasts and she cringed. I rose. Jane had finished re-tying Kara's ankles. I crouched and double checked the knots. I'd never caught her not tying up a girl to the best of her ability. Kara wasn't going anywhere but her feet wouldn't fall asleep due to lack of circulation again. I ran my finger along Kara's right instep and up her calf. She shuddered but was smart enough not to make a complaint. "Thanks, Jane." She just smiled. Knowing that she was damn good at knots. She crawled out from the foot of Kara's chair. Knelt by Julie's chair. "Christi? Jane? On your feet." The girls obediently rose to their feet with me. I recuffed Jane's hands. She made no complaint. I guided them towards the doorway. Their bare feet moving ahead of me. As we passed the door, I turned back to the remaining women. "Amy?" She turned towards me hopefully. Forced to remain voluntarily immobile. Her hands still cuffed behind her. The ball gag still stretching her mouth. "I'll let you out of that gag when I get back." Her face fell. Hoping for the use of her mouth again. But silently accepting her punishment. Not having much choice. Not as though she could take it out of her own mouth. "Julie and Kara? When I get back, you should be ready to have sex. Okay?" Kara defeated, nodded. Julie shook her head. Neither was very enthusiastic about it. Julie pulled once more at the ropes holding her bare body and gave up. Slumping in the bonds. I picked up the pack and I closed the door as I walked out with the girls. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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