Message-ID: <12005eli$9806091105@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 96 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [96/??] 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: <19980609034738.306.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. 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 96 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I bent down on my knees. Cursing Jane's knots. I worked my fingers trying to release the bindings around Kara's ankles. It took some time, but I eventually managed to release her bare feet. Mindful of any possible kick. None were forthcoming. Yet. I rose and touched her shoulder. The naked woman wordlessly dropped to her knees from her seat. I guided her towards Julie, ignoring her soft protests. Julie just watched in horror as Kara approached. Creeping forward on her knees. Hands still cuffed behind her. Her right hand was getting noticeably bluish from the tighter cuff. I sat up on the desk and watched the older woman creep across the floor. Finally she sat back on her bare heels in front of Julie. She turned her head, her eyes tearing and pleaded with me. "Please? Don't make me do this." "If you prefer, I can whip your breasts for a while." "Will that get me out of this?" "No. I'll whip you until you beg to do it." "Oh God." She turned her face up towards Julie. "Sweety, you heard what the other girls said. He'll do it. And I know that I'll break. No matter how much I try to be strong. He'll whip my tits. I. I'd be in pain, more in pain, and still doing this. Please try. For me?" Julie nodded. Kara whispered to her. "Good girl. I can't do this alone. I don't do this for all my applicants." She shuddered and lowered her head. Instinctively Julie tried to snap her legs closed, but the ropes held her bare body securely open on the chair. Tears were rolling down the girl's face but she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on Kara's tongue. Probably, Jane or Christi had advised her to just pretend it was her boyfriend or something. I was surprised, after all the protests, I was fully expecting to have to crop at least one of them to convince them to make love. They continued, aware of my scrutiny of them, but trying to ignore it. Trying to get it over with. Perhaps it was useful letting them think about it beforehand. Lost in her own private world, Julie had her eyes closed. Breathing harder and harder. Fantasizing. Bare breasts rising and falling. Faster and faster as her rate of breathing increased. Concentrating on the sensations of Kara's soft tongue flicking across her clitoris. Tracing her lips. Amy was kneeling watching in fascination at the sex in front of her. I thought even her lips were flushing, her nipples hardening. It was erotic. No matter who you were. No matter what gender. Finally, Julie took a deep breath and cried out. Pulling desperately against the ropes binding her. Her soft cries filling the room. Struggling to catch her breath. Julie spoke, as her breath returned. "Kara? I'm done. You can stop now." Kara raised her head and looked at me. Instinctively knowing that she wasn't to stop until given permission. I nodded to her. Julie slumped against the ropes and sighed. Tears beginning to fall as she realized that she had just had oral sex with another woman. In front of other people. Naked and tied up like a slave. And she had managed to enjoy it. Her face flushed. I walked over to Amy. Crouched down behind her. I stroked her hair and whispered in her ear. "You're next." She shook her head wildly, her soft hair whipping across my face. I turned her head sideways, so she could see me. "Amy, sweetheart. One way or the other, you are next." "Please no," she begged. "I'll do anything else. I'll let you whip me. You can rape me. Wouldn't that be more fun? You can tie me up. Gag me. I'll try to resist you. You can fuck me while I squirm. Please? I'll masturbate for you even. Just not another woman. Please? I hate that." I stroked her hair again. "Kara? Feel like doing another one?" "Oh God. Please no. Don't make me do it again. You can fuck me. I'll do it with Amy there. Together. Two women at once. Please." I gently guided Amy's body down into my lap. Her cuffed hands pressing into my lower legs. I stroked her face. "Amy. Darling. Be a good girl. You know you don't want to be punished more than you already have managed to earn." "Oh God. Alright. I'll try to enjoy it for you. Just don't get the tongue clamp out again. Please." She melted back against me. Tried to relax. "Kara?" She hadn't moved. Just watching in horror as Amy spread herself out. Amy spoke up. "Please. Kara. You have to. I've been punished before. You don't want that. You'll be begging to lick me. Before he's even started. Remember the clothespins? That was nothing. Remember the slapping? That wasn't even a punishment. Come on. Come here? Please?" Feeling her small nude body pressing down on me, I was reacting fiercely. And I was sure that she could feel it against her bare back. She closed her eyes. Kara began her slow journey towards us on her knees. Hate flashing in her eyes as she stared at me. Not quite daring to make an escape attempt. Especially with her hands handcuffed tightly behind her. She arrived on her knees between Amy's outstretched legs. She glared at me sitting easily behind Amy, my arms wrapped around her, almost protectively. I felt Amy swallow. "Kara? I know that you don't want to do this. I don't particularly want to do this either. But believe me, its better than being whipped. Nobody, least of all me, thinks you enjoy this or that you are a closet lesbian or something. You are being forced, honey. I'll be thinking about my boyfriend. Not you. If it makes you feel any better. As Christi says, it's just skin. Damn sensitive skin, but just skin." "You aren't the one licking the skin." "I know. But I still might have to. Depends on what he wants. I haven't had to tongue a girl yet, thank god. I don't even know if I could. But I've been tongued enough. And I know it's a hell of a lot better than being whipped. Trust me on that one." Kara hesitated a bit but finally acquiesced, "I'll do it." She stared at me. "Will you let me go if I do a good job?" "I'll let you go if she climaxes in five minutes." "Really?" Suspicious. "And Julie?" "And Julie. Your time is ticking away." "Oh God." The nude woman practically dove between Amy's legs. I had a perfect view down Amy's bare body of the woman using her tongue. She didn't even bother teasing her; she just dove between the folds desperately searching for Amy's clit. Amy sighed as the tongue found her center and began stroking her. I could see Kara twirling her tongue around Amy's clit. Sucking gently on her. Amy had closed her eyes and her breathing had almost immediately began to quicken. Determined to help this woman escape my torments. Fantasizing about whoever her real boyfriend was. Determined to climax before five minutes were up. Struggling, trying to think of a man, rather than Kara between her legs. Pulling against her cuffs. Her eyes still closed she whispered to me, "Please. My nipples? Please?" I smiled to myself and let my hands idly stroke her bare breasts. She arched, trying to get more contact. Shivering. I slowly circled her erect nipples, feeling them tighten still further to my touches. She was breathing like a train, quick short breaths. Trying to concentrate on the sensations from the girl between her thighs and my wandering pinching fingers on her nipples. Trying to imagine it was her boyfriend and that she wasn't having sex with virtual strangers. Handcuffed. She exploded in my lap. Her whole body tensing, grinding herself into Kara's tongue. Screaming. Her voice carrying through the entire store. Not caring who heard her. She spasmed and collapsed into my arms. Panting. Unable to speak. Kara, feeling the climax, raised her head from licking and sat back on her knees. Her face flushed, her breasts heaving. Pulling against her wrists. Tears forming, but not quite falling from her eyes. Working her tongue through her mouth, against her teeth. Trying to escape the taste of the other women. I released the nipples and turned my left wrist. Glanced at the watch. Amy saw the movement and craned her head to look at my face. "Did. Did we make it?" she asked softly. "Five minutes and sixteen seconds." Her face fell. Tears almost brimming. All that fantasizing. All that effort. For nothing. Well, not quite for nothing. I watched as Kara's face collapsed. Her bare body shaking. Wanting to spring at me. Pound my face. Hurt me. Not believing that she'd failed after all that. By sixteen bloody seconds. "Please," she begged. "I tried my best. At least let Julie go? Please?" "I'll do better than that. You come up here and give Amy a big kiss and I'll let you both go. You were close. At least you tried." Her face fell and then brightened. A kiss. After her adventures between the other's legs, a kiss should be simple. I watched her hesitate. Not quite sure of this. The sex had been, well, forced. Impersonal. She didn't have to see the woman she was licking. Not really. A kiss. She had to look at the other woman. It just seemed more intimate somehow. Kara made her way slowly up to Amy. Amy watched her face. The bound girl in my lap turned her face up to me. "Please," she begged. "Don't make me do this." "Amy. This woman has just licked you to orgasm and you have a problem with kissing her." "I. That's just it. She was. Just. Licking me." I laughed. "You've never tasted yourself?" Amy blushed and nodded. "Ick." "Personally, I think that a woman tastes wonderful down there." "Please? I'll kiss Julie instead. I don't mind kissing another woman. Just. She's got me on her. And Julie." She grimaced. "Please?" "I never knew you were so shy of yourself. You've never tasted your fingers after, you know, masturbating?" "I. Never. Don't." "You never masturbated?" She shook her head. To my surprise Kara spoke up. "You've never masturbated? I thought everyone did." She shook her head again. Serious. "That's alright. Please, Amy. I really really don't want to kiss you. No offense. But I have to. I just want out of this. Your pussy didn't taste that bad. And I'm sure it's faded off me by now. It's just a taste. Think of it like a strange new food. Please? For me? And Julie? You got gagged to try and help me before. You climaxed to help me. Just this one last thing. He'll make us do it anyway. Please?" Amy closed her eyes and nodded. Turned back towards Kara's waiting lips. Kara looked up at me. "Any particular type of kiss you want? You bastard?" "I don't know. Open mouth. I want to see your tongues touch." "Oh God." She closed her eyes as well. Amy watched with fear on her face as Kara leaned down. Briefly opening her eyes to find Amy's lips and then closing them again as they pressed their lips together. Amy grimaced, but returned the kiss as best she could. I watched, fascinated, as their lips touched and traced each other. Finally opening and allowing the other's tongue to thrust into each other's mouth. They separated and let me see their tongues touch as they separated. Just the tips touching each other. Lingering. Almost intimate. Two females. Kissing. Kara rocked back on her bare heels. "That okay?" Absolutely no warmth on either girl's face. It was a mechanical kiss but that was probably the best I was going to get out of them without punishment. And Amy was already getting punished later. She didn't know it yet, but she was. I nodded. The girls visibly relaxed. I concentrated on Kara and isolated her from the time continuum, releasing her body space from this timeline. Her body vanished and rematerialized behind her desk. I idly wondered what would happen if I'd been sitting there at the time. Her hands held an imaginary sheet of paper, Julie's application. I hadn't freed the entire room from time, so that would return as I did so. Her clothes had returned to her body. She sat frozen. Unaware of her timeless fate. Clothespins still strewn about the floor by her feet which were now encased in leather shoes. I sat Amy up and released her wrists. I whispered to her, "Pick up our equipment and then wait outside." She turned to me. "You are going to let Julie go as well, aren't you?" I nodded. I just was going to talk to her again, before I did. Amy scrambled to her bare feet and began to pick up the bondage toys. The handcuffs, the gag, the clothespins from the floor. While Amy quietly picked up the toys, I walked over and sat down on the floor in front of Julie. She flushed and pulled at her bonds, suddenly very aware of her vulnerability. Her nudity. Her restraints. The perfect view of her most private areas if I chose to look. No way to close her legs. I rested my arms on her bound knees and looked up at her face. She looked away. Her face flushing. "You are a monster, you know?" she whispered. "Didn't you have fun?" "What the hell do you think? How would you like having to strip naked for some sick stranger? Tied up like some sort of animal? Threatened? Forced to have sex for their amusement? Shit. I forgot. You are the guy and I'm just a helpless female. Right? I don't count." "Julie? Calm down. It was just a question. I'm not here to torment you any longer." "It's hard. You know? I ache." "I know, sweetheart. I'm going to let you go in a minute." "What did you do to Kara?" "You mean the Amy thing? Or the freezing thing?" "She just vanished. And now, she's over there? I don't understand." "I know. You don't have to understand." Amy slipped out of the room. Softly closing the door behind her. Carrying the bondage equipment pack in her fingers. "Those other women. Who were they?" "That was Christi, Jane and Amy." "You aren't going to let them go?" "They interest me. I'll let them go eventually." "They wouldn't help us. Kara really tried, you know. You can understand that. But even though they didn't seem particularly happy, they weren't unhappy either. And they seemed to be really frightened of you. You should treat them better. They are people you know. Females. But people. Like me." "Christi and Jane are currently munching on their favourite snacks in the lunchroom. Perfectly comfortable. Perhaps not normal. A pair of nude women, handcuffed together. But reasonably comfortable. Compared to how they might be. Amy, I'm afraid deserves some punishment, but that will happen later. I'm being as kind to them at the moment as I possibly can." "You care about them, don't you?" "In a way." "Not like us. Me and Kara. You didn't care what we felt like. How much we hated you." "I was always intending on releasing you. I didn't have to care." "Am I going to remember any of this? After you do that to me?" Julie indicated Kara sitting behind her desk. I shook my head. "You won't remember a thing. I promise." "I won't remember what you put me through? Stripping? Having sex? Sitting here tied to this chair talking to you?" "Not a thing." "I can understand why they don't mind being here, then. No responsibility. If you weren't so rough it might actually be fun. Being able to roam around without clothes. Not worrying about paying for anything. Not worrying about idiots. Not having to worry about enjoying sex. Or getting it." I nodded. "It can be kind of peaceful. And I'm not that rough on them. Most of the time." "You were rough on us." "I know. But you won't remember a thing. No marks. No memories. You could have just let yourself go and enjoyed it." "Easier said than done. You sit here, naked and let me torment you and see if you can let yourself go and enjoy it." She paused. "You'll remember. Won't you." I nodded. "Oh God. Then you could see me. Later. Walking down the street. Knowing what I looked like having sex with another woman. Tied to a chair. Open." "Yup. And you won't have any idea why I'm smiling at you." "Shit. I promise not to attack you. I couldn't possibly hurt you. Can't you at least untie me? Let me dress? Please?" "Julie. I'm going to let you out in a second. Like Kara. It will take me longer to untie you than to just free you." "Alright. I guess I've been in these damn ropes so long another few minutes aren't going to kill me. You've seen me anyway. Have a good look. Nobody but you is going to remember this. Right?" "Nobody. Just you and me here. And even you aren't going to remember." "Can I tell you something?" "Sure." "I don't believe that I'm going to tell you this. I. I didn't have that bad a time. If I'm not going to remember it anyway." "What?" "I didn't have that bad a time. I mean, I could have had a worse time here." "You cooperated." "Yeah. I don't think that Kara had much of a good time." "I told you up front it would be easier to cooperate. She didn't have to go through all that. She would have still had to have sex with you, but she didn't have to be in pain." She blushed furiously. "You know. I even. Liked. When you made her. Lick me. I haven't climaxed like that in a long time. I didn't fake it. I wasn't just fantasizing about some guy either. I did. At first. But I also was thinking about you watching me. Getting turned on by my humiliation. That I was helpless and naked. In a store office. And my interviewer, my female interviewer, was between my legs. Licking me. I'll probably never experience anything like that ever again. Will I? I can't believe I just told you that." I smiled. "Doesn't mean you are a lesbian, you know." I almost laughed. "I know. I was just frightened. I'm not scared anymore. I am glad that I'm not going to remember any of this, though. I can't believe I'm just sitting her, nude and bound, talking to you like this." She was blushing. "Julie? It's been a pleasure meeting you." "I wish I could say the same," she replied softly. I grinned and stood up. I bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips. She stretched her bound body up as far as the ropes would allow her and returned the kiss. To my surprise. I wasn't expecting that. "Good-bye," I whispered to the bound bare girl. "Good luck with your interview. Try not to call her Kara accidentally. And you'll make a damn fine astrophysicist some day. At least a really nice looking one." "Good-bye." The bound bare beauty tossed her head one last time. Cascading her hair around her shoulders. I narrowed the time bubble cast around her and the chair. They instantly popped out and back into existence. The ropes formerly holding her fell to the floor, still knotted. She reappeared in front of the desk. Still in her chair. But now reclothed. Her black pantyhose still looking alluring, even though I knew exactly what was underneath. Leaning forward in her chair, her left heel rising out of her shoe. Oblivious to my presence and what she had had to do for me. I bent and picked up the ropes from the floor. I took one more glance at the women and slipped out the door. Shaking my head at Julie. Not quite understanding the female of the species. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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