Message-ID: <8352eli$9802111355@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 18) [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: <19980211033825.21810.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-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 18 - Time Out Of Time] I walked over to where Christi was seated. She looked up at me. "My turn to be tormented again I suppose." I ignored her and handed her the shears from the hardware store. The hardware store reminded me of Kimberly, probably still bound nude in that chair suffering that tight breast bondage and the clothes pins she had had to beg me to put on her. Probably should go check on her soon. Christi gripped the shears in her bound hands and looked up at me. For a fleeting moment I thought I saw her gauge her chances at driving the blades into my chest. The moment passed. Not sure whether it was the fact that she knew that it would fail. Or whether she was still wondering about that promise I made in her mother's office. Either way, she rose from the chair to her feet. "Christi, I need you to go cut the clothes off Elaine." "Please, haven't you done enough to them?" Jane just moaned. I didn't answer Christi and after a moment, she knew that she'd have to do it. She walked with her small steps, chains jangling, to the older sister who cringed back as far as she could against the ropes. Christi whispered something to the girl to try and calm her, but ended up slipping the scissors in at the neck line of her sweatshirt and split it down the middle exposing the bra enclosed breasts. A few more strokes of the shears and the fabric of her shirt and skirt had been shredded from her body. Elaine spoke for the first time directed at Christi. "Please don't continue. You don't need to strip me." I heard Christi's reply. "I have to. You have to understand that I don't have a choice." She continued by cutting first the panties then the bra and gently removing them from the trembling girl. Jane just hung her head. "Strip her, but please don't hurt her. OK? I stripped for you ..." I moved closer, getting an idea of what I wanted to do. The father was going to blow a gasket with this one. I walked forward and picked up Christi's leash, pushing her to her knees. I removed the handcuffs so she could crawl. "Crawling again. Please no." I just tugged on the leash and the naked girl began to crawl in front of these strangers. I led her out to the bench with the father tied to it. Dave's eyes widened as he watched me lead the docile beauty out on her leash. I saw him let his breath out as he realized that it wasn't one of his daughters or his wife crawling behind me. I had Christi kneel for me and handed her the scissors. "I want you to cut out the crotch of his pants." Dave began to struggle against the ropes as Christi inched forward on her knees. His struggling making it difficult to determine the best place to cut the fabric. I idly commented, "If he doesn't stop moving, then just cut at random. If certain parts get in the way because he's moving he has nobody to blame but himself." At the words, Dave ceased struggling, but he still tried. "Listen lady, you got a weapon. Attack him. Stop him. Look what he's doing to us and you." Christi patiently looked up into his forlorn face and quietly stated the obvious. "Sir, I can't. Look at me. I'm naked. Look at my ankles. They're hobbled. Even if I tried, I'd never make it before he made a new hole in my body. That's assuming that he didn't just freeze me again. Don't you think if there was any hope, I'd have tried it by now. I've been naked and his slave for the last day or so. He's made me spank a woman. He's forced me into lesbian acts. I've had to crawl for him. Believe me, I've seen what he's capable of." While she was talking gently, her hands were moving and carefully cutting away his pants around the crotch to expose his genitals. Finished she backed away and handed me the scissors handle first. "Christi, I'm getting tired of his chatter and blustering. Pick up Jane's panties and bra and stuff them in his mouth." If her statements about her dominant side were true, I was probably giving her a minor thrill to dominate this guy. Even though she was the one naked and in chains, she was still more free than Dave. Christi bent down and gathered up Jane's panties and bra from the littering of clothes still left from the unwilling strip show. "Please, sir, open you mouth." "Goddamned if I will." And he clapped his mouth shut. Christi looked at me helplessly. "Do you realize what he is going to do to your family if you don't let me put these in your mouth." Opening his mouth ever so slightly, he replied, "He's going to do it anyway, dammit. Don't you see that? No way." "Okay, Christi, I'll go get Jane. Her pain will probably get him to open up." "Wait," Christi pleaded, "there's another way. Please?" I gave it one last chance. "He's going to whip your daughter, man. Get it through your thick skull. Look at me. Normally I get men to do what I want. And I'm sitting here naked, in chains, trying to keep us both out of trouble. He'll punish me for not being able to gag you. Open your mouth and he won't whip her. Won't whip me. I've seen it. Cooperate and things don't go as badly. I swear it." In fascination I watched as the naked girl reached down to the man's exposed crotch while she had him distracted with her voice and without warning squeezed his balls. His mouth opened in surprise and pain and as he began his cry of pain, Christi quickly shoved his daughter's panties deep into his mouth. Once in, he stopped resisting as she wrapped Jane's bra about his head and tied it off, keeping the panties securely in his mouth. His eyes were riveted to the bare breasts hanging in front of his face. Don't know any male who wouldn't be distracted by those. I smiled at her ingenuity. "Okay Christi, kneel down here and wait for me to come back." She fell to her knees and inched over to the spot I indicated. "Don't hurt them, please?" I nodded. I had other plans anyway. _________________________________________________________ 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 |