Message-ID: <12312eli$9806191610@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 105 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [105/???] 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: <19980619035902.24346.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-consensual 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 105 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Sit." I ordered her. She sank her nude body into the chair opposite me. She still wore that frightened look, not quite sure what to expect. "How are you feeling this morning?" I gently asked her. She looked confused at the question, perhaps not expecting a normal request. "My nipples hurt a bit, if that's what you are asking." I smiled at her. "Good. They ought to hurt. How's your back?" She grimaced. "It hurts." She twisted a bit in the chair. "I'll be alright, though." She had slept sitting up, the same as I. I turned to Sheila. "Sheila? Do you do as good a job on girls as boys?" She shrugged. "I guess." She rose to her feet and padded over to Elizabeth. Soon Elizabeth was sighing, all her aches and pains disappearing under Sheila's soft hands. When she was done, Elizabeth sat back up straight and smiled up at her. "Oh God, that felt good. Thank-you." Sheila smiled back and kissed Elizabeth's forehead. "You're welcome." "Alright, all of you. On the floor." All the women dropped whatever they were doing and gathered in a line on the floor. I stopped Christi before she knelt, motioning her back to her cooking tasks. She could listen from there. "Everyone except Christi gets to eat on the floor today." There was a bit of a murmur from the girls, but they remained quiet. They knew better than to complain about direct orders. If they even got breakfast, they knew they'd probably end up bound for it, if they complained. "It isn't a punishment, I just want to watch you eat from there. You can get your food from the table without asking. Understand?" They didn't understand why, but they understood their orders. They all nodded. Christi walked over carrying a huge plate of pancakes. She dropped them onto the middle of the table and looked at me. "I can sit at the table?" she asked meekly. I nodded to her and watched as she settled her gorgeous bare body into the chair opposite me. "Why?" she whispered. "Because you cooked. And those look delicious," I grabbed myself a plate of the pancakes. She tentatively reached out to take her own. Her eyes were a bit frightened, not sure why she was the only one given a chair, feeling a little awkward to be put into a special position. She almost looked like she'd prefer to be kneeling on the floor with the others. She carefully pulled a couple of pancakes from the serving plate and waited. The other girls were looking up expectantly from the floor. I nodded to them and one at a time, they rose and carefully carried a plate and their food back to their kneeling positions. After the girls were settled, I poured some syrup onto my food and began to eat. I heard a small voice, Jane's, speak from the floor. "Sir?" I looked down at her small body, kneeling. Her face looked up at me. "Can we eat as well? Please?" "Of course, eat. It's excellent." I'd forgotten that at breakfast their tradition was to seek permission to eat. I still wasn't completely used to their submission, even though I'd been the cause of it. Amy spoke up quietly. "Please sir. I know that we maybe don't deserve it, though I can't imagine why, but can we have syrup as well? Please?" I smiled. I had been waiting for one of them to ask. I rose from my seat with the jug of syrup and crouched by Amy. "I could have gotten it myself ..." she spoke quietly. "You sure you want it?" Her face was a mask of uncertainty. "What am I going to have to do to get it?" she asked. "Nothing." I smiled at her evilly. She was completely unsure what I had in mind, just that she wasn't likely to enjoy it. She nodded, probably sorry that she'd been the one to ask the innocent question. But knowing that it was probably far too late to change her mind. "Lean back." "Lean back? Why? Please." She extended her hands behind her and leaned her bare body back, thrusting out her chest as she was forced into the awkward position. I carefully poured a line of syrup across the top of her chest. She cried out as the cold liquid hit her bare skin, but she endured it. "Sit up." I ordered her. The sticky liquid began to flow down her body, slowly dripping down her breasts, coating them. She shivered as the liquid slowly dripped down. She crunched up her face and spoke. "I. I sort of meant more for my pancakes." She couldn't quite keep a straight face. I carefully lifted the jug and poured the liquid into her tangled blonde hair. She sharply moved back, not expecting me to do that, her eyes opened wide. Her quick movement caused me to spill a little onto her thighs and onto the floor. She gasped. "Amy?" "Oh God. I'm sorry. I." She moved herself back into position, knowing complaint or refusal was useless. I'd just tie her down, not give her her breakfast and pour as much syrup over her as I wanted. She would drown in the stuff if I wanted her to. "Amy? There's some on the floor because of that." She looked down, confused, at the small puddle of syrup by her left knee. "Don't you think that you should clean up your mess?" She looked around, beginning to rise to her feet to get a cloth. I touched her shoulder. "Not that way." She closed her eyes. She reached down and extended her fingers, intending to wipe it up onto her skin. "No fingers." She looked at me, finally realizing how she was going to have to do it. "Please? Don't make me do this. Please? I. I don't want to." "Amy." "Oh shit. Alright." She carefully got to her hands and knees and bent her head. She tried to keep her hair out of the way, but wasn't too successful as she bent her head and carefully licked the small puddle from the floor. The syrup was slowly dripping from her hair and her breasts onto the floor. She could be at this all day if I wanted. But I stopped her as she began to move towards one of the drops that had fallen from her body. I'd humiliated her enough. "Knees." She looked up thankfully and returned to her knees, kneeling in the syrup drips, but not really caring at this point, as long as I wasn't forcing her to clean the floor with her tongue. She swallowed and stayed still as I finished pouring syrup over her head. The sticky substance coated her hair, ran down her face, and mixed with her tears. Her sticky hair stuck to her shoulders and her bare back. "Would you like some on your plate as well?" She swallowed and closed her eyes. "You aren't going to fill my pussy if I say yes?" "If I was going to, you can't do much about it." She took a breath. "This slave would like some syrup on her breakfast. Please?" she begged. If she had to be humiliated, at least she wanted something out of it. I smiled at her and poured a liberal amount over her pancakes. "Why didn't you say so?" I teased her. "Oh God. You bastard." But she was smiling now as well, realizing that syrup washed off. Not like she was ruining her clothes or anything. This was mild torment compared to other things I'd put her through. "At least I don't have to worry about getting my fingers sticky." I moved over to Elizabeth. "You want syrup as well?" "Do I have a choice?" I grinned at her. "You have a choice. If you say no, you only get it over your pretty head and on your chest. If you say yes, you get it on your breakfast as well." "Yes," she replied quietly. Without even being told, she leaned back allowing the syrup to be poured over her bare breasts. After that was done, she sat back up and stayed motionless as I poured more into her hair. She licked at it as it fell down her face. I completed the show with some across her breakfast. She whispered quick thank-you as I moved to Sheila. "Oh no," she murmured as I approached her. Without another word, the bare blonde beauty allowed the same treatment. She looked up at me from her kneeling position. "Sheila? Sweety? You want some on your pancakes?" She nodded shyly. "Beg." "Beg?" "Beg." "Please? Master? A dirty slave begs for syrup on her breakfast." She fell into the begging role so easily, probably having been taught it by Mayer. I finished with the tormented girl and moved to Jane. Jane just looked at me with her deep brown eyes. Pleading. "Please. We haven't done anything. I'd like some syrup, but ... oh God." She gasped as the cold liquid ran over her head. I didn't bother with her breasts but just poured a bit extra over her hair, allowing it to drip onto her chest. I brushed her hair forward across her bare shoulders. I forced the girl to lick the syrup from my fingers that I'd gotten sticky from touching her head. I couldn't imagine the feeling of that. Being nude, helpless, and having syrup poured over you. Having to sit still. Jane's nipples had risen, but I'm not sure if that was due to the cold of the syrup, or something else. I didn't make her beg, but simply finished off by pouring some over her food. I stood and surveyed the girls. They looked a bit miserable on their knees and covered in syrup, but they knew better than to complain. Jane saw me looking at her. "If I thought that I could take whatever punishment you'd give me, I swear I'd come over there and hug you for this. God. I'm sticky. You are going to let us shower after this, aren't you?" "Maybe, if you are good and don't complain." "God. Alright. I'll even tell you I like it if you let me shower." "We'll see. Eat. Your breakfast is getting cold." The girls all began to pick apart their pancakes with their fingers. One advantage to this treatment was that they weren't worried about their fingers anymore, not concerned about getting sticky. I sat back down. "You want syrup?" I asked the only clean girl in the room. "Oh God. Not me too. I cooked for you," Christi spoke softly, trying to get out of it. "Please?" "Don't worry about it. I'm not going to cover you too." I reached forward and simply covered her breakfast in syrup. I watched as she carefully dug into her breakfast with her long fingers, popping pieces into her mouth and licking her fingers clean. "Thank-you," Christi whispered. "I can't imagine what that must feel like." "You still might find out." "Oh God." I finished up my breakfast and just watched the girls eat. Jane and Amy both asked for seconds and I indulged the sticky women. The pancakes slowly disappeared into their mouths. I allowed Jane and Amy to pour their own syrup on their second helping. They seemed grateful not to have to endure the food to skin contact once again. "You girls are a mess," I joked with them. Jane just shot me a dirty look from her syrup streaked face. "Alright, on your feet. Put your dishes in the sink." The girls scrambled to obey. I could see that the ones from the floor were fighting the instinct to wipe their skin, their faces, their bare breasts. Desperately wanting to clean themselves. I looked down where they had been. Syrup was evident all over the floor. All five girls stood awkwardly in front of the sink. "Christi?" "Yes sir?" she asked innocently. "Hug them. All of them." She paled. "You can't be serious." "When was the last time I joked about you hugging another woman?" "Please no." "Christi?" I asked in a warning tone. "You are going to let us shower, right?" "Does it matter?" She looked down and softly said, "No sir." She turned and hesitantly placed her hands around Jane's neck, their bodies still far apart. She looked back at me, pleaded with her eyes. Not wanting to do this to herself. She finally took a deep breath and before she was ready, Jane helped her by grabbing her waist and forcing their bare bodies together. Christi yelped, and Jane actually laughed, rubbing her soiled skin against Christi. "Thought you were going to get away without it?" Jane gaily asked her friend. Christi just stepped away and ran her fingers across her bare breasts. She licked at her fingers and smiled. "I guess not," she said ruefully. She breathed in deeply and moved on, taking care with Sheila, but hugging each nude girl in turn until she was nearly as covered as they were. Her hair had escaped serious stickiness, but that was all. "Alright. That's enough of that, as erotic as it was." I noticed that despite herself, Christi's nipples had managed to tighten during this skin on skin contact. Perhaps the food play had excited her as well. "Kneel." All the women dropped obediently to their knees. "You all ready for a shower?" They all nodded in unison. They were more than ready for a shower. "Who's first?" They all began to talk at once, wanting to be first. "Alright. Quiet. Elizabeth, Sheila, and Amy. Go on. Cold water. I don't want to get up there to a steamy bathroom. Got it? Make it quick." Elizabeth spoke up. "Please, master? Can we please use hot water. At least cool water?" I turned to the girl. "Elizabeth? Would you prefer if I put you back in that hog-tie for the rest of the day? Without a shower?" She paled. "No sir. We'll use cold. Please." I reconsidered. Syrup was going to be damn hard to get out of their hair without hot water. And I didn't want them sticky and dirty all day. "Wash each other, and you can use hot water to wash yourselves. Okay? Cold to rinse. But I want you shivering when you get out. And I don't want you in there all day. Understand?" Elizabeth nodded mutely. Afraid to say anything further. "Thank you," Sheila whispered as she pushed herself to her bare feet. I watched as the girls filed out of the kitchen. I hoped that they managed to get to the bathroom before they dripped that syrup all over the carpet. Otherwise I might have to punish them. "Alright, you two," I addressed the remaining girls. "Dishes." Christi sprang to her feet and began to run the water into the sink. I watched the naked girls as they washed and dried and cleaned up. The syrup was still dripping out of Jane's matted brown hair, down her back and even down her legs. She seemed uncomfortable, but she knew that she was going to get to wash soon and she didn't complain. This punishment wasn't severe enough to warrant complaints and she knew it. Christi was just lightly coated. I stopped Jane as she bent to clean up the floor. The floor was going to get more syrup on it before it got cleaned. I'd get Amy to do it later. Maybe with her tongue. They finished quickly and knelt back at my feet, their faces upturned expectantly. They probably hoped that I was going to release them to the shower. Instead, I leaned back in my chair and gazed at the beautiful sticky girls. After a few minutes, they shifted uncomfortably and Jane spoke. "Sir?" "Yes?" "Can we please shower? I. I'm so dirty." Her hand reached up and touched her hair. She grimaced as her fingers came away sticky. She was covered in the syrup. It was dripping off her body. "Soon. I want you to do something for me first." Christi spoke. "We'll do it. Whatever it is. Please." _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----