Message-ID: <7640eli$9801211626@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 12) [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: <19980120230002.10316.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 12 - Time Out Of Time] As I approached Catherine, she twisted around, arms held high to look at me sullenly. "Let me out of this right now." "If you don't shut up, I'll leave you there for the night." "What are you going to do," she asked me while eyeing the equipment that I had brought from where Christi lay. "Teach you that it is a lot better to obey me, than to not." "I put on the damn cuffs for you, like you asked, and they're killing me. I wish I hadn't." "Your arms are going to be the least of your worries." I stepped towards her with the shears from the hardware store. Her eyes went wide and she began to shake. "What are you going to do with those? Get away from me ..." She was wearing jeans, which I began to cut away. Her foot came up and tried to kick at me. I pressed down on her back increasing the pressure on her shoulders until she cried out. "Any more kicks out of you and I'll pop your shoulders out of their sockets and leave you here. Understand?" Sobbing, she managed to get out a nod and "Alright, please." I gave her a little shove to get the point across and then released her. She continued to cry quietly, but she sighed in relief as the pressure was alleviated. I stepped back and cut out the waistband of her designer jeans. Cut down the legs and slipped them off. Her crying abated, "You are going to rape me aren't you? You didn't have to cut those off you know, you could have just taken them down. They're damn expensive." I just about laughed at the absurdity of it. This woman, thinking that she is about to be raped, worrying about the cost of the jeans. I just shook my head and reassured her, "I'm not going to rape you, at least not the way you think I am. But you just might do some things that you didn't think you would." "Please let me go." I slipped the scissors under the thin material of her panties and cut them off her exposing her to the world. She tried to press her legs together to prevent me to removing the thin material, but a quick jab in the ribs solved that problem. "What are you going to do?" I picked up a thin branch off the ground and showed it to her. "I'm going to spank you with this." "Oh my God. You have got to be kidding. Wh-Why?" "Because it pleases me." "It pleases you to hurt me? What have I even done to you?" I could see her desperately trying to get her wrists out of the handcuffs. "However, if you want, we can make a deal ..." "A deal?" I could see a light of hope in her eyes. I tested the branch, whistling it through the air. Her eyes went wide. I brought it down, without warning across her bare ass. Her eyes widened as the sound of the blow reached her before the pain. I saw the determination begin as tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn't cry out. It wasn't a particularly hard stroke. I crouched down in front of her and looked into her tear streaked face. "A deal. You willingly strip the rest of your clothes off. Then we walk back to the car. You cut the clothes off your friend Liz. You make love to her breasts. Then you use this branch that would have spanked your ass red, to whip her bare breasts, giving her, ohhh, eight strokes." "Oh God. You know I can't do that." "Oh, but you will, one way or the other." "Please have mercy. I can't. I can't. You can whip me until I can't take it anymore, but I can't do that to my friend. Her breasts? My God, are you an animal? Do you have any idea how much that will hurt?" "Alright, have it your way. When you want me to stop, just let me know." I began to systematically whip the defenseless bare ass in front of me. I watched in fascination as the skin welted from the branch. I was careful, to begin slowly, not break the skin, work her up to the pain of the whipping. She gritted her teeth, and though her eyes watered from the pain, she refused to cry out or beg me to stop. It took thirty strokes before she couldn't take the pain any more. The last stroke must have caught a particularly sensitive spot. A small cry escaped her lips. Both she and I knew that she was going to break. She couldn't take much more of this. Her legs were already beginning to dance with the pain. I continued to whip her ass, occasionally landing one on her upper thighs. Finally, a scream escaped her lips. "Ahhhhh. Jesus. It hurts. Mercy. Stop. Please stop. For the love of God, stop. You are going to kill me." "Would you like a rest?" "Argh. Yes. Please stop hitting me. Please." I held my arm. I ran my fingers over her ass. There were welts and very red skin but the skin hadn't broken yet. She squirmed at the touch. The heat generated was from her bare ass was incredible. I couldn't believe that she had stood there this long without breaking. I gave her five minutes while I sat in the grass watching her struggle with the handcuffs, unable to touch the burning surface of her behind. Crying. "Are you ready to continue?" I asked from beside her. "Please. Don't do this. Let me go." "Are you ready to do what I asked?" "To Liz? I can't. Think about what you are asking." "Alright then." I gave her another stroke. "Arggggghhhhhh. I can't take it anymore. You are tearing me apart." Another. "Jesus. It hurts. Please. Please. Okay. I'm sorry Liz. Okay. I can't take it anymore. I'll do it. You bastard. I'll do it. Will you let us go afterwards?" "Beg me." "What?????" "Beg me to allow you to kiss and whip Liz." "You bastard. You cocksucking, pig. Never." I raised the branch. "Goddamn you. Alright. I'll do it. Please let me abuse Liz. Please let me strip her and kiss her beautiful tits. Let me whip them until she screams. You son-of-a-bitch bastard." "That's better, now was that all that hard?" I asked sweetly. "You goddamn motherfucker." "Now, now." "I'm sorry. I'll be good. Just don't hit me again. Please." "Alright. For now." "Will you let us go after I've tortured my friend? Please?" "I have another task for you, but just one, as long as you behave." "God. I'll behave." I released the rope holding her hands up. They fell limply across her back. She immediately tried to feel the damage to her ass, completely unaware of the show she was pulling on for me. I released her cuffs and she stood there docilely rubbing her welted ass. I was kind of surprised that she didn't make a move to attack me. "Strip," I order her. "Please don't make me do this." I sat there silently waiting. Her hands shook as she removed her pullover and dropped it to the ground. She stood there in her bra and shoes. I just motioned for her to continue. "Please. Let me keep my bra. Haven't you seen enough?" "I'm not going to ask you again." Her hands shaking as she reached behind herself, thrusting her breasts forward and unclipped the undergarment. It dropped away from her chest, exposing her breasts. She looked at me expectantly wondering what I wanted her to do next. I pointed at her feet. "My shoes? You're going to make me go barefoot as well?" I nodded. Shaking her head, she kicked off her shoes. She wasn't wearing any socks. And she stood in front of me completely nude. She didn't even try to cover herself. I pointed the gun at her and had her march in front of me back to the car. Liz was still where I'd left her, chained to the steering wheel. I unclipped the connecting chain allowing her free from the car. Her eyes were scared as she took in her friend completely nude. I could see that she was unbearably curious about what had happened. Why Catherine was nude. "What are you going to do to us?" she asked quietly. "Catherine, here, is going to remove your clothes. And you are going to let her." Liz just looked at Catherine with fear in her eyes. Catherine just nodded. "Are you going to rape me?" "No, you might be just a little uncomfortable afterwards, is all." She looked at Catherine who just shrugged. "I heard you hurting Cathy." she stammered. "Are you going to hurt me? Please, I'll do anything you want. Please don't hurt me. Please let me go." "I am not going to hurt you," I wasn't lying. Catherine was. "Now, I'm going to uncuff your wrists. I want you to stand still while Catherine undresses you, all right?" Liz numbly nodded. I walked over to Catherine and had her put her hands behind her back. She obeyed, frightened to do anything else. I slipped the cuffs that were previously on Liz onto Catherine. "Now, Catherine, I want you to completely undress Liz." She whispered back. "You are such a bastard. I'm gonna kill you if I can." I smiled back at her and prodded her forward with the gun. Catherine had a lot of trouble getting the clothes off Liz with her hands bound. At some points she even had to use her teeth. Quietly cursing me under her breath. Eventually, Catherine managed to strip everything off Liz except for her shoes. I decided to leave them on her. For now. "Okay Liz, I want you to lie down on the road spread eagled." Liz, too frightened to anything else, mindlessly obeyed, stretching out her long limbs above and below her, stretching her body out to its fullest extent. I unlocked Catherine's hands and had her use rope to hold Liz outstretched on the road. "Catherine, make love to her tits. Now." "Please don't make me do this. She's my friend. I'm not lesbian. She's not either. Please." "Would you like to go back to the tree?" Liz just closed her eyes and mumbled something. Perhaps a prayer. Catherine, beaten, crawled towards her friend's chest. She used her hands and tongue to caress the bare breasts of her friend. It certainly didn't look like they were enjoying it, though Liz was beginning to breath a little harder and her nipples were certainly hardening. Finally, I gently gripped Catherine's hair and pulled her back from her task. Liz moaned a little and pulled against the ropes holding her down. I handed the thin branch to Catherine. She looked at me with pleading eyes, "Please, for the love of anything holy, don't make me do this. She'll hate me forever. It'll kill her." "What's happening," asked Liz from the asphalt below us. "This bastard is making me beat you." "Oh. Why?" "Because he gets off on it. Liz, honey, he wants me to beat your breasts." "Oh God." "Please don't make me do this. Do it yourself if you have to, but please not me." "We could go back to the tree if you like ..." "You are a cold bastard, you know." "Cathy. You can do it. Hit my breasts. I can't take hearing you on that tree again. I'll survive. Please." "It's going to hurt a lot." "I know." As she brought down the first stroke she turned to me, "I'm going to kill you, I swear it. Somehow." The first stroke marked the top of the bound woman's breasts. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh. God that hurts." "I know, honey." The next stroke caught her across the middle of the breasts, making a mark just north of the nipples. Liz took in a very sharp breath and let out a blood curdling scream. She thrashed against the ropes, so wanting to protect her sensitive breasts. "Please no more. It hurts. God it hurts." Catherine looked sick as she brought the instrument of both their torture back down across the breasts eliciting yet another scream from her friend. Catherine collapsed at that point, crying and holding her friend's breasts for her. Sobbing. Both of them. Such a simple thing. Just a branch. Liz managed to gasp out, "Please, it hurts so much. Why? How much more?" I decided to let up with this. Liz was going to pass out if we continued this much longer. "Just two more," I decided. "Please, can I rest for a moment." I nodded, walking a short distance away from the crying women. In a couple of minutes I wandered back, and Catherine glared up at me. "Ready?" Liz just nodded her head looking up through tear filled eyes. I watched as Catherine laid another stripe across the bottom of her friends breasts making them shake, and getting another scream out of Liz. Her voice was beginning to fade. "Last one, across the nipples, Catherine." "You have to be joking." "Not at all." "Please Cathy, just finish," hoarsely from the shaking girl on the pavement. "Please." Catherine sobbed a bit, but brought the branch down hard, slashing across her friends sensitive and erect nipples. The pain in the girl was almost palpable. Her breasts exploded in agony too great to describe. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Jesus. Christ. Please no more. Argh. Uhhh. I can't take any more. My tits. Hurt. Please. I'm begging you. No more. Please." Catherine turned around suddenly and swung the branch at me. I easily ducked it, and caught her wrist on the follow through. Catherine gasped. "You just earned your friend another one." "Noooooooooo. Please no more. I'll do anything. Just don't hit my tits again. Anything. Rape. Me. Hit my thighs. Hit my stomach. Just no more on my tits. Please. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Please. No more. My tits. Jesus. Christ. Please. I'm begging you. Catherine. Do what he says. I can't take any more. Please. Oh. God. Please." Catherine, who I'd forced to give her friend that last blow, collapsed in a heap on the ground sobbing. Liz moaned on the ground. I walked across and released her right wrist, immediately she cradled her marked breasts. I released her left wrist as well, and left her ankles bound. She cradled her beaten breasts, rocking and moaning. Catherine didn't even resist as I pulled her arms behind her back and slipped the cuffs on her. 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