Message-ID: <8273eli$9802091844@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 16) [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: <19980209034550.29879.rocketmail@send1b.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 16 - Time Out Of Time ] Jane knelt on the ground and began to tie his ankles together. "Hey not so tight." "Sorry Daddy, but he said that if I didn't tie this securely, then, he'd hurt Elaine." He glowered, but didn't offer up any further complaints. She continued to use the rope to immobilize her father. Tying his wrists securely and running ropes around the slats of the bench to hold him securely there. After she was done, I had her move off to the side, and checked her work. I was glad that I didn't play cowgirls and Indians with her. As we walked back into the store, I outlined the next portion of the plan to Jane. "Now, the hard part. I need you to get your mother." "Why do you want her. You are planning on doing something to us. Aren't you?" She was sharp this one. No lack of insight here. "I might be. Tell her what is happening. Tell her that I need her out here right away, that I'm going to hurt your sister if she doesn't come out as she is and immediately." "Oh God. You won't hurt her?" "Have I hurt anyone yet?" She just looked at me. Still calm. She was the only one. Elaine was quietly sobbing in her chair. I walked her back to the change room and watched as Jane opened each door until she found the one with her mother. "She's frozen." Jane slipped into the change room with her mother and closed the door. I could still hear their conversation from my post out in the hall. A burst of concentration and ... "Janie, what are you doing in here. How." "Please Mom, no time to explain. You've got to listen to me." "OK ..." "Listen there is some guy out in the store waving a gun around and he insisted that I come back and get you." "Where's Daddy?" "He's uhhhhh tied up at the moment." I actually smiled at this one. "What on earth does he want with me?" "I have no idea. Hurry." Jane tugged at her mother. "Dear, I have to put some clothes on." "No time. He said now. Please Mom. Elaine." "Alright, alright." The two of them came out of the dressing room. The elder just in bra and panties. Jane tugging her mother. She saw me pretty quick. By this time I'd moved back out into the store. "Sir, would you put the gun down please? You are going to hurt someone." Calm like her daughter. Jane just peered at me wondering what was going to happen. "Ma'am, if I put the gun down, then you are most unlikely to do as I ask, isn't that so." The woman glanced around the store. Not quite comprehending the situation, but noticing that the world seemed strange all of a sudden. "What do you want me to do?" "I would like you to sit in that chair over there by your daughter." The woman sensibly moved over to her bound daughter. "Not that chair; one down." I didn't want her to sit right next to Elaine. "Are you all right honey?" the mother asked. Elaine nodded. Tears still flowing. "Okay Jane, you know the drill. Rope." Jane sighed and moved towards her mother. "Sir, this is most uncivilized. I don't need to be bound down. I'll do whatever it is you want." I wasn't so sure of that, but didn't say anything. "At least allow me the decency of some clothing." That almost made me laugh. Christi next door probably would have laughed as well. Clothes? On a woman? Whatever for? "Ma'am, I just don't need trouble. Cooperate and you and your daughters won't be hurt." She sat still while her youngest daughter tied her into the chair. The knots were as secure as those on her father. I checked. "Alright, Jane, come here." Jane walked over to me and allowed me to place one side of a handcuff on her right wrist. I attached the other side to the chrome of a built in clothes rack. Jane allowed this quietly. I left the unfortunate family bound while I went in search of Christi. The bookstore beside the clothing store seemed deserted. If that girl had wandered off, I would find her. And she would be sorely sorry. "Christi?" "Right here." came the immediate answer. I wandered towards the soft voice. I rounded the corner of an aisle and found the girl curled up on the carpeted floor. She was lying on her front, quietly reading a Stephen King novel. Having a bit of trouble with the pages, considering her bound wrists, but managing alright. She sat up as I approached. "Break over?" she asked with disappointment. "I heard the yelling. I take it the father wasn't very happy about things." "I've barely started," I smiled. "Come on, we have things to do." She sighed as she struggled to get up. I helped Christi to her bare feet and walked her slowly out into the mall. Her eyes widened at the sight of the father tied securely to the bench in the mall. Her face wore a "How did you manage to do this?" look, but she didn't say anything. In turn I saw his eyes widen as he took in the naked, chained, blonde beauty I was leading out into the mall. Nobody said anything as I led Christi back into the clothing shop. I had her sit quietly on the other side of the store from Elaine and her mother. The mother spoke first, maybe a little shaken by the sight of Christi. The situation had abruptly changed. What did I want with them? "What are you going to do to us? Please let us go. We all promise not to tell anyone about this. Our secret. OK?" Ignoring her, I approached Jane who couldn't seem to keep her eyes off Christi. "Now Jane, I want you to do something for me." "What?" she asked me warily. "I want to watch you strip in front of your father." I heard her mother groan. Jane turned pale. "So that is why you unfroze him. You were planning this from the beginning. You pig. Please just let us go. Don't make me do that." "Will you?" "Of course not. He's my father. Hasn't seen me undress since I was like five." "Alright. I'm going to show you the alternate." Jane just looked at me with fear in her eyes. I showed her the riding crop that I'd picked up in the adult store. "See this." She nodded. Sick. "I am going to use it on Elaine. I am going to hit her with it, probably on the breasts, maybe the face, until her screams are too much for you. She can't do anything about it tied in the chair like that. Until you agree to go out in front of your father and strip." "Please don't make me do this. I can't." I heard her mother and Elaine moan from across the store. I doubt if the father out in the mall could hear the conversation. Christi spoke up. "Jane, that's your name right? Jane, trust me, you will do what he says in the end anyway. Spare your sister some pain. You have no idea how much a riding crop will hurt on breasts. I've seen it. Trust me. Just do what he says." Jane began to cry. I watched as the tears formed and overflowed her eyelids. It was actually kind of pretty. A moment later, she made her decision and I watched the incredible control roll down her face like a window shade. The tears dried, almost instantly, and her mouth set in a determined line. _________________________________________________________ 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 |