Message-ID: <11887eli$9806051049@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 95 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [95/??] 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: <19980604215238.27907.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. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 95 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I moved Christi and Jane off to the side where they stood quietly. Shifting their weight a bit uncomfortably. I turned to Kathleen. I released her wrists. I watched as a quick thought of escape or revenge flashed past her blue eyes. She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes. "What do you want me to do now?" she inquired quietly. "Just go give Nicole a hug." "Excuse me?" "Just go give your cousin a hug. She's pretty upset over there." Wonder crossed her delicate features as she limped over to where Nicole was still standing. Her topless body slumped in her bonds, but she hadn't quite fallen yet. Her feet bound apart. Her marked breasts heaving as she sobbed. Her handcuffed wrists hung in front of her. With the weight of Jane and Christi removed from the other end of the tether, Nicole had lowered her arms, raising the other pair of handcuffs a few extra feet in the air at the other end of the rope. Kathleen wrapped her free arms around Nicole. Hugging her. Breast to breast. Not caring about her nudity. Stroking Nicole's hair and whispering to her. The two girls crying together. I turned to Christi and Jane, gathering up their swinging leashes. "You are going to let them go aren't you?" Christi asked softly. I nodded. Still lightly holding the nude girls by their leashes, I turned to the two cashiers. "Good-bye Kathleen." The nearly naked girl turned her head, still holding her friend and cousin. Tears still tracked down her cheeks. A brief look of confusion crossed her features. "Good-bye," she whispered. Perhaps expecting to be shot. I narrowed the time continuum around her and her cousin. Joining them together in their embrace. Allowing them to fall out of time, rematerializing back by their cash registers. Their bodies undamaged. Their uniforms back on them. Completely unaware of the torture that they had endured. I released Christi's leash. Not even needing to tell her what to do. She slowly moved around the area, picking up the stray cuffs, ropes and whips. Returning them to the pack. Her eyes lowered, she finally picked up the pack and walked back over to Jane and I. Pressing her leash back into my hand. I guided the quiet girls back upstairs. They walked ahead of me, free except for their collars. Their bare bodies looking almost dejected. As we reached the top of the stairs I stopped their motion with a quick tug on the leashes. They stopped, slowly turning towards me. Their faces silently questioning me. "You two look like you are about to get shot." Jane spoke quietly. "I feel like I'm about to be shot." "Too much excitement for one day?" She nodded glumly. I gently guided the naked women into the lunchroom instead of the office. The two guys were still sitting in the corner smoking. The white smoke hanging around their heads. I guided Christi and Jane to a side table away from the smokers. I sat on the table, leaving them to stand in front of me. I unhooked the leashes from their collars, folding the leather up in my hands. "What's the matter?" I asked them. "I honestly don't know," Jane spoke for both of them. Christi just stood awkwardly, shifting her weight from bare foot to bare foot. "Was it the cruelty?" "I guess. I know I should be used to it by now, and you did return them." "But it was unfair. I know. Kathleen was ... different." "Please. Can I speak freely? Will you punish me? I know you are in a weird mood." I nodded. I felt a bit drained myself. I was curious what was going through that pretty head. Sometimes I had to remind myself that this beautiful nude teenager actually did have a head on her shoulders. She was usually far more perceptive than I. That her captivity must be just about killing her. "Kathleen didn't deserve that." "I know. She was doing everything she could to avoid pain. And I whipped her silly anyway. I let her off in the end." "I know. Why didn't you rape her?" "I couldn't." "You couldn't?" "No. She was. Different. She was willing, you know. She would have. To save herself any more pain. Or to save Nicole." "I see. You know if you want, that Christi or I will take care of you. I'm sure even Elizabeth or Amy would, as well. You didn't have to rape her." "I didn't." "You didn't have to torture her either." I nodded slowly. "Jane. I know you can't understand this. I don't expect you to. I. Just wanted to. That's all. I knew that I was going to return her. She'll never remember it." "It just seems wrong. That's all." "I know it does, sweety. I know." "I just feel drained. I wish you hadn't made me hit that poor girl. She was in such pain. She was screaming. And crying. She couldn't even beg, she hurt that much. I wish you'd done it yourself." I took a deep breath. "She's fine now." "What if I'm not?" "You'll be alright. Try not to think about it. Christi? You feel the same way?" She nodded. Tears were brimming in her eyes. "How about if I let you two just relax in here while I deal with our office ladies?" "I. I'd like that. If you'll let us," Jane spoke softly. "You promise not to move? To behave?" She nodded. "Do I have to tie you into the chairs?" "Please no. You can if you want, of course. But we'll stay where you put us. We promise. Where would we go?" "Alright. Sit here." I indicated the chairs beside the table. I hopped down. The nude women slowly moved to the chair and lowered themselves into them. Both clasping their hands on the table. "Wrists." The girls just raised their hands. Out towards the middle of the table. They didn't even seem to mind that they were going to wear cuffs again. Handcuffs were better than being tied up, hand and foot, to the chairs they were seated in. I slipped handcuffs over their slender wrists, connecting Christi's right hand to Jane's left. They were facing each other. They let their hands fall to the table with a soft jingle of chain. "You want a snack? A drink?" Christi's eyes lit up. "Chips? Oh God. I'd do anything for a bag of sour cream and onion flavoured chips. I'd crawl for a bag of chips. Please. Please. Please?" "Jane?" "A muffin, maybe. If there is any." Leaving the girls at the table, I walked over to the smokers. I wrinkled my nose at the smell as my time bubble intersected with the air around them. I hated the smell of smoke. I briefly entertained the idea of having the girls shove the smoker's lit cigarettes into less comfortable orifices. The smokers had some change strewn about the table. I freed the change from the time block and gathered it up. A couple of bucks. They were probably headed for the vending machines themselves in a few minutes. I walked over to the machines. Bought a bag of Hostess chips for Christi. I turned to the girls. They were just whispering together. "Janey?" She looked up. "Blueberry, or chocolate chip?" I asked her. Betting that I knew the answer. Her soft voice floated across the silent lunchroom. "Chocolate chip. If you are giving me a choice." She smiled. She looked beautiful when she smiled. I won the bet with myself. I grabbed a couple of cans of cokes from the beverage machine and carried the food over to the table. I distributed the snacks to the girls. Jane looked at the junk food and I could almost hear her stomach growl. I dropped the remainder of the change on the table with the food. There really wasn't that much left. "Go on. Enjoy yourselves. You haven't had a break in a long time. If you want anything else, feel free to go buy it. Just there isn't a lot more change." "Your slaves thank you, Master," Jane said softly, her face flushing. "Just enjoy the time. I'll be back for you soon." "Thank you for not making us go back in there, and for the treats," Christi whispered. I nodded to her. Watching her as she tore into the bag of chips. A look of happiness gracing her face for the first time in a while. She picked up a curled chip and closing her eyes let it fall between her perfect teeth. Sighing. I turned from the naked beauties and made my way back to the office door. I could hear faint voices behind the door. Kara's voice. Very faint. "One last time. Okay? I don't know which of us he'll free, but if you get a chance. Kick him in the balls. And run. Don't worry about the rest of us. Okay?" I heard Julie make a non-committal answer. Mumbling something. I waited a few more minutes and opened the door. Amy was still on her knees, gagged behind Julie's chair. Julie still hung in her ropes. Kara was defiant again. Her face a little worried that I had heard her. I gave her no indication that I had. I walked over to Amy. I knelt behind her and unbuckled the gag from behind her head. I felt her bare body tense as she held the gag in on her own. Waiting. I placed my hand below her jaw and she pushed the intrusion out of her mouth with her tongue, letting the wet ball drop into my hand. She swallowed a couple of times heavily. She had been drooling around the gag. She worked her jaw back and forth. Sighing. "Oh God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." "Did I give you permission to speak?" Her face registered fright. Thinking that her instinctive gratitude would be punished by the gag going back in. She shook her head. Closing her eyes. "It's alright. You can speak. Just not to them. Yet." She let her breath out. Relief. The gag was going to stay out. For now. "Please. This slave wants to say she is sorry for earlier. Very very sorry. She'll do anything not to be gagged anymore." "Apology accepted. Just remember. No speaking to the women here. Got it?" She nodded her head. "Thank you for taking it out. It hurts when it has been in that long." "I know it does. Had to teach you a lesson though, didn't I." "I learned." "I doubt that very much. But for now, I'm almost sure that you'll behave." She hadn't told me about the plan yet. I didn't even know if she was involved. I doubted it. But I expected her to tell me about it, at least. Perhaps, she was just being passive. Letting the kicking plan play out. If it worked it might be in her benefit, even if she didn't help in it directly. I'd find out later what the heck she was thinking. Maybe she just forgot about it, in the relief of having the gag out. Maybe she'd still let me know about it. I rose to my feet. Glancing at Kara and Julie. I sat on the desk in front of Kara again. She glared at me. I didn't particularly like that look of defiance on her face. "You want those pins off?" "You know I do," she almost hissed at me. "Ready to beg to have them off?" "You pig. Yes." I waited. She swallowed. Her face turning bright red. "Please? Take them off me?" She was having real trouble with the begging. Sounded about as sincere as your average politician. "Kara. You can do better than that. Do I have to hurt you some more." "I can't beg. It's not in my nature." "You begged to have your feet loosened." "That was different." "What? The clothespins don't hurt enough?" "They hurt. But not like my feet did." The initial pain of the pins had probably dulled to an annoying ache. Not really painful until they were removed. I smiled at her. "I can make them hurt more if that would help." "You don't have to hurt me. Why are you treating me like this?" "Because I can, Kara. Haven't you figured that out yet?" I casually reached forward and gave her nipple pins a quick sharp twist. "Oh shit. Not again. Ow. Please. That hurts." I hadn't really given them a really painful pull. Just a twist. Her nipples just had rolled with the pressure. It hurt, I'm sure, but not like the torment I'd put her through before. "There. See. You can beg." "You bastard. Just let us go." This time I pulled the nipple clamps, and gave them a sharp twist at the end. Stretching her bare breasts by their nipples. Holding them like that. Her face twisted in agony. She screamed. "Ahhhhhhh. God. Please. Stop. No more. I'll do what you want. I'll beg. Please. Oh God. Please take them off me. Jesus Christ. My tits. My nipples. They hurt. Oh Jesus. Stop. Stop. Please stop." I released the pins from my fingers. Letting her breasts fall naturally. She gasped as the pain reduced again. Her trapped nipples throbbing. "Well?" "Oh God. Okay. Please. I'm begging you. Take them off me." "No." "Why? What have I ever done to you? I'm sitting here, in pain. Please. I'll do anything you want. Just take the damn things off my tits. Please." That sounded a bit better. I reached forward and flicked one of the clips on her left breast. Enough to dislodge it. The clip snapped over her pinched skin and fell to the floor. "Oh God." She gasped as the pain of the removal hit her. I continued in this way with all the clips except the ones clamping her by now very sensitive and sore nipples. She cried out as each clip left her skin. She looked up at me. All traces of defiance gone. She knew what was about to happen to her. Realizing that the ones on her nipples were really going to hurt coming off. If I flicked them off, like the others. "Please?" she asked plaintively. "Please just remove them normally. I'm begging you. You have no idea how much it hurts." I casually flicked the left clothespin off her nipple. She screamed. "Argh. Ah. Ah. AH. God. Worse than I thought. My nipple. God, you tore it from my tit. Shit. Please let me go. Arghhhhhh." She screamed twice as the clip snapped off her nipple and again as the circulation returned to the sensitive mound. We repeated the procedure on her right breast. Her screaming. Me watching her. Finally, she calmed as her nipples fell into a dull ache rather than the burning agony of before. Her breathing falling back to normal slowly. "You ready to make love to Julie?" I asked her as she recovered. "Fuck you." "You really want those pins back?" She ignored me. I gently slapped her face. Reminding her that she had to answer. "Please no. I can't take that again. Please. I'm sorry. I really am. Don't slap me." She babbled in her bonds. "You ready to make love to Julie?" "Not really." I turned my body and looked at Julie. Bound to her chair. "You ready?" "Please. I. Can't. I'm not a lesbian. I've never even thought about making love to a woman. Please don't make me do this." I turned back to Kara. "Alright." I rubbed my hands together. "Now. I don't want any funny business here. I'm going to release you from the chair. You are going to fall to your knees and crawl out to Julie. I'm going to leave her in the chair. You are going to make love to her. Until she orgasms. Then you are going to wait for further instructions." She paled. Realizing that she was going have to do this. Like it or not. "If either one of you look like you aren't trying. I have this." I held up the crop. "It's really nasty on bare skin. Here." I flicked it lightly across Kara's sore breasts. She cried out at the light blow. "Imagine that but harder. Across whatever I can reach. On Julie. On you. Trust me, making love is far more comfortable. Do you both understand?" Kara nodded and looking over my shoulder, Julie was just crying. I knew that they didn't understand. That they would both need some convincing. I'd try to keep the pain to a minimum. I really did want to see Julie climax to Kara's attentions. And she didn't look like the strong type that could concentrate to an orgasm while being whipped. The applicant applying for more than she bargained for. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----