Message-ID: <7157eli$9801091654@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 4) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, 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: <19980108133440.25725.rocketmail@send1a.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. 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 4] "Alright Christi, put the scissors down. Come here." Christi padded over. "Hands behind your back." Christi quietly obeyed. I slipped some cord around her slender wrists, pulling them tightly together. Christi cried out a bit at the tightness, but didn't bring herself to complain. I positioned myself to get the best view. "Christi, I want you to make love to Kimberly. And I had better get a good show. If you both don't orgasm within twenty minutes, I think I'm going to have to punish you both." Kimberly simply wailed. Christi closed her eyes and started to move towards Kimberly. "Please don't make me do this. I don't know if I can do it. I've never been with a woman. I'm not into girls. Please." I simply motioned her forward. Resigning herself, she padded forward. Hesitantly, she tried to kiss Kimberly. I could see Kimberly resist. She turned her head away from Christi with a shudder. Christi, pulled weakly at her bound wrists in frustration. I could hear her whisper to Kimberly, "I know, I don't like it either, but if we don't at least try, he is going to hurt us, I'm sure of it. Please." Kimberly just shook her head. And whispered back, "I can't. I'm so sorry. I just can't." Christi, resigning herself, worked her way down Kimberly's bare body. I could see Kimberly shudder, as Christi began to work her tongue around her bare breasts. Lightly flicking the now erect nipples with her tongue. Softly biting at them. Eyes closed. I could see Kimberly was almost enjoying the touches but she consciously was avoiding any pleasure. That was going to cost her, I decided. At least Christi was doing her best. I watched as Christi worked up her courage and slowly slipped to her bare knees in front of the chair. Kimberly struggled to close her legs but the ropes held her ankles very securely to the outside of the chair making her vagina accessible to Christi. I saw the tormented woman take a deep breath and lower her face between Kimberly's bound legs. I wandered up to see her shame close up as her tongue gently caressed Kimberly's outer lips. Startled by my presence, Christi began to run her tongue between the lips, searching for Kimberly's clitoris. Kimberly was pulling against the ropes, trying desperately to free herself from this humiliation. Naked. Tied. Having another woman making love to her. I let Christi continue for about twenty minutes. With Kimberly's refusal to cooperate, I wasn't surprised that she was unable to accomplish her task. But I had to give her credit for trying. Then I figured it was about time to follow through with my punishment. I had some idea that this was going to be necessary, so I'd been considering to what to subject the girls. "Come on Christi, we need to get some things." Her face registered some concern, but she struggled to her feet and moved ahead of me to the sports area. There we found a nice pingpong set, complete with paddles encased in rubber. Christi's face began to really register concern as I picked up the kit. She began pulling at the ropes on her wrists as we marched back to the center of the store. "Okay girls. I told you that if you both hadn't orgasmed in twenty minutes, there was going to be punishment." Kimberly looked at the paddles and just moaned. "But, I think that Christi was really trying, while someone else really didn't make much of an effort here." I gave a withering glance directed at Kimberly. "So, I'm going to give Christi three spanks only. Then she is going to give Kimberly her punishment since Kimberly was probably most of the cause." "Oh God. You're going to spank us? Please. Please don't. I tried. Really I did." "I know Christi. But how will you ever learn to obey me, if I don't discipline you?" "Oh God. Please." "Come here. Over my knee." Christi hadn't been spanked since she was a small girl. And never nude. And certainly not bound as she was. She felt completely self conscious as she meekly draped herself over her captor's lap, bare bottom available for the paddle. "Now Christi, this is going to hurt like hell, but remember you are only going to get three. I want you to count them off." I gave the poor squirming woman three good swats on the bare behind. As instructed, she counted them off, between sobs. I could see Kimberly watching in fascination as Christi took her spanking. After the third time, I released the sobbing woman and she fell to her knees trying to ease the pain in her behind with her bound hands. I took pity on her and released her hands allowing her to rub her red ass. She'd need her hands free for the next adventure, anyway. After giving Christi some time to recover, I handed her the paddle that I'd just used on her. "Now, I want you to use this on Kimberly. If I think that you are holding back, you get another five. I think that you should paddle Kimberly twenty times for her disobedience. Remember that her disobedience caused you to get punished as well." "Oh God, I don't want to punish her. Please don't make me do this. I can't hit another woman. It's not right. Please." I just motioned her to continue. "But I can't do it. I can't. Besides, she's tied up sitting. I can't hit her." "Look. If you don't start paddling, I'll paddle you again. Hard. And I might just tie you the same way and paddle your breasts next, just as I expect you to paddle Kimberly. Or maybe I'll let Kimberly paddle you until you agree to paddle her. I'm almost sure that I could convince her to do it." "Oh God. I can't hit a woman there. Do you have any idea how much that will hurt?" "Well, no, but I imagine that it would hurt an awful lot. Maybe that will convince her to be more cooperative." Kimberly broke down at this point and began struggling against her bonds realizing what was about to happen to her poor defenseless breasts. "Please don't paddle me. I'll do anything. I'll enjoy Christi. I'll come for you. Anything. Please don't make her hit me. Please. Please." I could tell that Kimberly was beginning to see that I was pretty serious about her cooperation. I wandered over to Christi and gently took the paddle from her hand. Then without warning, slapped the broadside of the paddle against the side of her right breast. Christi's face registered the shock of the blow and then she screamed, reaching up to cradle the breast which no doubt was stinging beyond belief. Tears of pain sprung to her eyes. "Now, do you think that you can take twenty of those while bound to a chair?" Christi imagined herself bound as Kimberly and realizing that there was absolutely no way that she could take twenty paddles to the breasts. Her right breast felt like it was on fire and she knew that I hadn't given the paddle full force. Worse, it was only on the side of the breast. Imagine the pain if I had caught a nipple. Christi, tears in her eyes, her face a mask of resignation, gently took the paddle from my hand and padded to Kimberly. Crying, I could hear her tell Kimberly to be brave, and that she was so sorry, that she didn't want to do this but it was going to happen one way or the other. And that she was far less strong than her captor. The blows wielded by the woman wouldn't be nearly as bad as from me. Christi began by gently slapping Kimberly's right breast on the side. Tears had begun at Kimberly's eyes, but she was determined not to cry out. "Christi. What did I tell you about going easy on her? Hmmmm? I want to see some serious spanking here, and some had better hit her nipples. Now start over." Christi just moaned. She closed her eyes and brought the next paddle down hard on Kimberly's left breast. I watched as Kimberly's left breast danced crazily on her chest and she pulled in a big breath of air. To her credit she still hadn't cried out. The next paddle caught her right breast and this time she screamed as the paddle touched her right nipple. This went on for about fifteen minutes, with the girls resting and crying throughout the whole ordeal. By the end, there was not an inch of skin that was not an angry red on Kimberly's tits. I wandered forward and fondled the sore skin feeling the incredible heat radiating off Kimberly's tits. Christi had fallen to her bare knees after the twentieth spank and sobbed. I think it was harder on Christi to hit the other woman than for Kimberly to receive the blows. "You bastard," Christi managed to gasp out from her kneeling position. I just smiled as I bound her wrists behind her back again. "I'll bet she's more cooperative after this. Now, make love to her." Christi, still crying, but without hesitation crawled forward and began to tongue Kimberly. Kimberly, still sobbing from the humiliation and the pain in her tits, moved her hips as best she could to the comforting licking from Christi. Within ten minutes, Kimberly had orgasmed in the ropes. Immediately, Christi had climbed to her feet and still crying had positioned herself over one of Kimberly's bound knees. Slowly she began rubbing her bare vagina against the smooth skin of Kimberly's leg and within ten minutes had worked herself to an orgasm as well. As she slipped to the floor in humiliation, and exhaustion, I wandered over and petted her head. I quickly slipped a dog collar around her throat and ran a chain with a padlock to a nearby pillar. I left her hands securely bound behind her. "You can rest now, I'll be back in a few minutes." "Take your time," Christi replied from the floor. _________________________________________________________ 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 | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |