Message-ID: <8386eli$9802121204@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 19) [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: <19980212041653.1597.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 19 - Time Out Of Time ] I walked slowly into the store trying to decide the best way to make this happen. It was going to be difficult, especially considering the drive and control of the younger sister. She was going to make the plan difficult. But I liked a challenge. I'd start with the older sister, Elaine. I walked over to where she was still sitting, crying, naked tied to the chair. "Elaine?" She looked up with dulled eyes. "Elaine, I'm going to untie you for a while. You'll do what I say, right?" >From the other side of the store I heard Jane's voice. "Leave her alone. Please. I'll do whatever it is you want." Jane was very protective of her sister. The mother just sat quietly in her ropes waiting and watching. Elaine just nodded. I quickly had the ropes free and she immediately tried to cover her body. Like I hadn't already seen it. But it was a common reaction. Only the strong willed ones wouldn't let me get the satisfaction of knowing that they were embarrassed by their nudity. I picked up the ropes and led the quietly sobbing girl out of the store. She kept her hands trying to cover her breasts and pussy, and I let her for now. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her father tied to the bench, his private parts hanging out for the world to see. She closed her eyes in shame as she realized that her father had a perfect view of her nudity as well. This didn't concern me. There was a reasonably clear spot almost directly in front of the father where the concourse was not littered with frozen people. "Elaine, I want you to lie down here, face up and stretch yourself out. Hands above your head, legs apart." I saw the girl go pale, and I heard the protest from the bound man on the bench through his gag. But Elaine just nodded and dropped slowly to the floor. Grimacing that she had to lie nude in the middle of the concourse. All she could think of was how many people had walked over the spot where she was about to lay. But she did it silently and sullenly. I motioned Christi over. She shuffled over on her knees. "Wrists." She raised her wrists expecting the handcuffs. To my surprise I had forgotten to recuff her. Recovering, I handed her the ropes. "Make sure that she stays this way." Christi just nodded. Probably just as surprised that she hadn't been recuffed. I watched as she went about her task. Admiring the way her bare body moved. Admiring her attention to detail. Three wraps of the rope, tied off tightly to make it secure on each tie point. Wrists and ankles. Searching for places to secure the other end to; bench legs, security doors. While this was happening, Elaine tried to plead with me. "Sir?" I looked down at her spread eagled form. "Sir, you don't need to tie me up, you know?" I nodded. Tears in her eyes. "If you want to rape me, I'll let you without the ropes. I swear it." I could see that that was extremely difficult to say. "Please. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me or my family. Please." Christi continued to tie up the poor nude girl. Not as eloquent as her sister, but as sincere. "Elaine, you are doing what I want. As long as that is the case, you may be tied. You may experience some discomfort, but I promise that I won't hurt you." "But do you need to keep us tied up? It's humiliating and uncomfortable." I could see Christi nodding as she continued her work. She spoke for me. "Elaine, don't you understand? That is what turns him on. Us, women, uncomfortable, naked and humiliated. Just do what he says, OK? He can make you very uncomfortable." "What are you going to do with me?" "All in good time." She gave up and lay quietly, watching as Christi moved around her tying off the ropes connected to her. I watched as the poor girl was secured. I checked the bonds which were good and tight. I patted Christi on the head. The father was pulling at his ropes trying to get something free. He had closed his eyes soon after his elder daughter had been brought before him. Didn't want to see her nudity. For now, I let him have his thoughts that he could block this horror out. I pulled Christi off to the side, and crouched down in front of her. Her still on her knees because I hadn't allowed her to her feet. She whispered to me so the bound girl and man couldn't hear. "Please. I know what you are planning. I can't do it. Not another one. I can't have sex with her in front of her father. And I'm not a lesbian. Please have mercy on me. I have done everything else you wanted." I smiled. She thought that she was going to have to lick the teenager in front of her father. While that sounded like an excellent idea, I had other plans. I toyed with the idea of letting her think that she was going to have to do it, like it or not, but I relented. "Turn around." "Please." She shuffled around on her knees to have her back facing me. "Wrists." "Please no. I will do whatever you want without the cuffs. I swear I will. I can do a better job on her with my hands free." She still thought that she was going to have to have sex with the bound woman. "Wrists." In resignation, her hands wrapped behind her back and I slipped the handcuffs on her. But not overly tight. "Christi, I'm not going to make you have sex with Elaine." Her face brightened almost immediately. "Thank-you," she whispered. "I'll do anything you want." "I'm counting on it. Now, I'm going to get Jane, you crawl over to the father and just sit quietly at his feet, OK?" She nodded, her tears dried. She began the journey on her knees, the ankle chain still impeding her speed and her hands securely behind her back making her a little unsteady. I walked back into the shop and approached Jane. "What have you done with Elaine? You made her go naked in front of Daddy, didn't you." I nodded. "She's still there." "You bastard, you made him look didn't you." I shook my head. Jane sighed. "You didn't hurt her did you?" "Not yet." She shuddered. "But I need you to cooperate for the last part of this. So if you don't want to hear her screams, you'll do what I say." I had uncuffed her hand from the rack by removing the cuff from the rack. I pulled her left arm behind her back and turned her around. She let me do all this without complaint. Her hands secured behind her back with handcuffs, I began to walk her very slowly to the front of the store. "I've already proved that I'll do whatever you want." "Yeah, but this is different. This is more than a strip show in front of your father." "Oh God, what could be worse than that?" "Sex with your sister in front of him." "You filthy animal. You know I can't do that. That would kill him. Kill her." She had stopped. "You can't be serious." "Jane, you have to do this." I left her standing in the middle of the store and walked back and retrieved the riding crop. Her eyes widened. "Anything else. I'll do anything else. I'll crawl like that other woman. I'll have sex with you. I'll have sex with you in front of him. I'll crawl. I'll let you whip me. You can have me forever, but please not this. It's my sister." I let her cry and beg for a few minutes. "Stand still, Jane." She did, still begging. I reached out casually and flicked the tip of the riding crop making light contact with her bare right breast. There was a sound like a small gunshot, and a welt almost immediately appeared. The shock of the blow and the resultant pain was enough to make her stop talking and cry out softly. "Oh my god that hurts." "And that was a light one. You still want me to whip you." Through her tears, "If it will make you stop this insane game. Please have some compassion." "Jane, listen to me. You have got to go out there. Your sister is bound on the floor. Naked. You are naked. I want you to start with oral sex with her. Then finish off with a sixty-nine until you both come. If it would make it easier I can tie you on top of her." "Good god. I can't do it. Please." "Jane, what does your breast feel like?" "My boob is on fire, but I'd gladly take more to avoid this. Please." "How long would you be able to put up with that kind of pain being delivered to Elaine's breasts. You know that I hit you lightly. I won't be as gentle with Elaine." "God, you are a monster. Can't I convince you? Please?" She moved forward, her hands still cuffed behind her and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue tracing along my lips, pressing her naked body into my clothed one. I pulled away, though the kiss had really ignited my sex drive. Like the day I'd been having hadn't anyway. "Jane, you don't want to do that either. Come on." The tears welled up in her eyes. "You won't hu-hurt my sister if I do this?" "Jane, you're a smart girl. I'm going to be honest with you. Your sister is going to need some convincing to play this game I have planned. No matter how willing you are to have sex in front of your father to save her some pain, she is going to resist out of shame. I am going to have to strip her of her pride to get her to enjoy your body. That means that I'm going to have to hit her a bit. It's the only way. But I don't think that she has your capacity to resist, so it shouldn't take much. Maybe just a few sharp raps on the thigh to convince her. I hope." "God, you are a bastard. Okay, I'll do it for you. I just want my family out of this. Please, let me talk to Elaine before we start? Maybe I can convince her that we have to do this filthy thing. Maybe you won't have to hit her." "If the performance goes well, I promise I won't hit anybody." "Please won't you take something more pleasant instead?" She thrust out her bare breasts as best she could towards me. Tempting as that was, her last try was doomed to failure. I could have her anytime I wanted, whether she wanted it or not. She really didn't have any bargaining power and she was smart enough to know it. She had tried her best despite it though. I just shook my head, and turned her back towards the concourse. She walked like a woman headed for a firing squad. Short steps, prolonging the time until she was in front of her father again. Hoping, that somehow she could think of something, somehow to avoid this. As she walked back into the concourse, she took in the scene. Her sister naked and spread eagled on the floor. Her father gagged with some cloth and still tied up. Eyes closed. They fluttered open for a second as she strode into the concourse and then he renewed his struggles against the rope that she had so expertly tied. Christi curled up sitting quietly at his feet, her hands obviously bound behind her. She gingerly stepped over the remnants of her clothing and padded over to kneel beside her bound sister's head. Her voice as steady as she briefly explained what as required. "'lainey, you have got to listen to me. This bastard wants us to have sex together." At the statement I saw the reaction around the concourse. The father began trying to yell something behind his gag. Probably that he'd kill me. Christi's eyes widened, I guess not expecting this. Elaine's low moan. "Jane, please stop him. I can't do that. Daddy." "I can't stop him. God, I wish I could. I'm not sure that I can do this either, but we have to try. If we don't ahhh enjoy it enough, he is going to start hitting you. 'lainey, look at my right boob. See that red line there? He hit me lightly there when I refused to do this. You wouldn't believe how much it hurt. I couldn't have stood it for long, but if I could I would have taken it. I don't want you to have to feel that. Even if it means trying to enjoy sex with you. Please try. Please for me?" Christi chimed in as well, "Elaine, seriously, try. I know it will be hard, but if you don't you'll really regret it." "Jane, I don't know if I can." Jane leaned down and kissed her sister's cheek. "Do it for me. 'kay? Pretend it's your boyfriend or something." Elaine numbly nodded. _________________________________________________________ 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 |