Message-ID: <6392eli$9802251438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 27) [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: <19980223232337.8864.rocketmail@send1c.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 27 - Time Out Of Time ] I looked down at Amy's frightened face and asked her, "Have you even been made love to by a woman?" "Please no. I'm straight. I have a boyfriend. Please don't make me do that." "Christi ..." "Oh God, please. My tongue aches. No more." I just motioned her over. After the display with Jane's breasts, she wasn't about to argue. She resignedly crept forward on her bare knees and positioned herself between Amy's spread legs. Amy started to beg again. "God. Please. I can't do this. I'm not good with pain. I'm not a lesbian. I can't. Please, God, I just can't." I reached forward and grabbed her face by the cheeks and turned her head towards me. "Amy, I want you to listen to me. I'm going to get Jane to hit you. Not as hard as I hit her. She'll go easy on you, unless I tell her to hit you really hard. I will only ask her to hit you really hard if you don't look like you are trying. She is going to hit you once every two minutes until you climax. I have no idea what you are thinking. I really don't care. Just try not to think that it's Christi using her tongue between your legs. Think of your boyfriend or something. Okay? Understand?" Amy closed her eyes, resigning herself to this and nodded her head. I felt her head move a little with my hands which were holding her face. "It's going to hurt, isn't it? Can I scream?" Jane spoke up from her kneeling position beside Amy, "Amy, honey, you aren't going be able to stop yourself from screaming unless he's kind enough to gag you." She looked at me with pleading in her eyes. "Just try and recover from the blows quickly and concentrate. The faster you come, the faster the pain stops. Okay?" She looked up at me. "You are such a cruel bastard." Amy closed her eyes and moaned. I spoke to Jane, giving her instructions, "Amy's new to this, and I'm not punishing her. I want to hear her cry, even scream occasionally. But don't kill her. I won't make you hit her with all your strength unless she disobeys. I'll reserve the rough stuff for when she's done something to deserve it. Okay?" Jane looked somewhat relieved that she didn't have to put all her effort into this. Maybe that made it easier on her. "Ready, ladies?" They all just groaned, and I nodded to Jane. I watched as she brought the evil crop up and swung it up in a wide arc bringing it down with a sharp twist at the end of the stroke to strike Amy just above the breasts near her collarbone. The sharp snap wasn't near as wicked as the sounds I would have made on her defenseless body, but Amy yelped in surprise. Then as the pain washed over her, she moaned loudly. Christi bent to her task, a look of distaste on her face. Her tongue busy on the bound nude girl. Amy squirmed in her bonds, but I could see from her face that she wasn't trying very hard to concentrate on the sensations from her vagina. I looked at Jane, her frightened eyes looking back at me. After a minute and a half I spoke to Jane. "Janey, Amy isn't trying very hard. Next one, put some snap into it. Across the nipples." Amy wailed. "Oh God, please no. I'll try. I promise I'll try." She pretended to grind her hips. Jane looked at me with a question in her eyes. But she knew better than to voice it. I just nodded. "Two minutes." "Oh God." The cruel whip snapped down across both bare breasts, catching both nipples. The breasts dancing crazily on her chest with the force of the blow. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. My tits. My nipples. Oh please God. Not again. Not there. I'm a woman for chrissakes. My tits. You don't hit a woman there. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It hurts. Oh god, it hurts." She pulled at her ropes, probably bruising her wrists and ankles as I'd predicted. Crying, now. But a little more anxious to try and orgasm. At this point, I don't think she'd care if it was a dog licking her vagina. As long as she was able to come and prevent more strokes from crashing down. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her body. "Four minutes. Jane, the stomach." "Oh God, you bastard. Please. Stop her from hitting me. I can't come like this. Oh God. Please." Jane let the crop fall, not as hard, across Amy's flat stomach, just a hair above Christi's bobbing head and industrious tongue. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, God. Please. I can't take it anymore. Please. It hurts so much. My tits. Oh my God." She was crying, tears falling unashamedly from her eyes. Begging. Struggling. A red line appeared where the crop had kissed her stomach. Amy tried to focus through the pain on the sensations from Christi's tongue. I could tell she was having some serious problems, getting by the fact that it was another woman that was pleasuring her. Having trouble getting enough stimulation through the pain. "Six minutes. The breasts." "Oh God, not there again. It hurts so much." Jane closed her eyes, ignoring Amy's pleas, and brought the crop up hitting Amy's smallish breasts from below. "AHhhhhhhhh. No. Stop. Ahhhhh. Please no more. Christ. Shit. Fucking bastard. Son-of-a-bitch. Argh." Jane whispered at me. "Please have mercy on her. I know how much the crop on the breasts hurt. Let me hit her stomach. Her legs. Anything else." Amy was just hanging in her bonds, trying to concentrate on the tongue between her legs. Probably trying to pretend it was her boyfriend. Crying. Humiliated that she had to do this. "Eight minutes. Your choice." Jane closed her eyes and slashed another welt across Amy's thigh, right beside Christi's working head. Amy screamed in pain, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. No. No. God. No more. It hurts. Why? Oh please let me go." I watched as Jane looked pleadingly at me. She spoke, "Please, I can't do this. She's just a girl. You have no idea how much this thing hurts. She can't concentrate enough to come. You'll kill her. I'll be whipping her until she faints. Have some compassion. For God's sake let me help Christi, or something. Let her come quicker. Or let me hit her less often." "Janey ..." "All right. I'll keep hitting her. Oh God, by boobs hurt." Tears began to fill her eyes again. "All right." Jane looked up from her soft sobbing. "All right? All right what?" "You can help Christi after the next one. But I was going to give you your choice again. If you want to help Christi, you'll have to hit her breasts again." "Oh God." Amy wailed. Jane whispered to the tortured girl. "I'm sorry Amy, but I can't do this to you much more. You have to come." "Ten minutes." Jane closed her eyes, bracing herself for the coming screams and slashed the crop across the poor girls nipples again. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh my God. Nooooooooo. No more. Not my tits. Shit. Argh. Oh you bastard. Fuck. It hurts. Shit. It hurts so fucking much. No more. I'm begging you. I'll do anything for you. I'll crawl. You can tie me up forever. But please no more hitting. Oh God, my tits." Jane dropped the crop on the table against Amy's bare body and leaned in close to the sobbing girl. She whispered to her, "Please, Amy, you have to concentrate. You have to orgasm." She choked out around her sobs, "I can't concentrate. It hurts." Jane leaned in and kissed the bound girl full on the mouth. I could vaguely see Jane force her tongue into Amy's mouth trying to gently touch her tongue. Amy closed her eyes and tried her damnedest to ignore the pain and and concentrate on the kiss and the sensations from between her spread thighs. I could see her face flushing, trying to turn the pain in her breasts into arousal. Jane continued to kiss the girl until I spoke, "Twelve minutes." Jane, tears in her eyes, pulled away from Amy and picked back up the crop. Knowing what was expected she brought it down hard on the tops of Amy's sore breasts. Amy screamed again as though she was being tortured, which I suppose she was. "Argh. Oh you bastard. My tits are going to fall off. Oh God, it hurts. Please, mercy. I can't come like this. Fucker." Jane's mouth cut her off again, as she resumed the kiss with the crying, shaking girl. I could see that Christi was tiring. I watched as Jane's hands stole gently, ever so gently to stroke Amy's bare nipples. Amy flinched, but in seconds was pushing her tormented chest into Jane's fingers as though begging for more attention. I watched as Amy's body began to tense against the bonds. But, like Jane earlier, she had picked a bad time to get to orgasm. "Fourteen minutes." Jane again pulled away and I heard Christi groan. Amy fell back against the table, unable to maintain whatever fantasy she had fallen into without Jane's soft lips and teasing hands. "You are such a bastard," Jane glared at me, "she was almost there." The crop crashed down against the bottom of her breasts again. "Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh God, please no more hitting. I'll come for you. I'll masturbate, I'll do anything. I can't concentrate through this pain. My tits HURT." Jane leaned forward, whispering to the bound woman. "Come on Amy. Back where you were." Jane's hands playing with the tortured breasts. Christi renewing her tonguing efforts. All three softly sobbing. Amy trying her damnedest to concentrate. Her body tensing. I picked up the crop. Sixteen minutes came and went, but I didn't announce it. Seconds after the sixteen minute mark, I watched as Amy's body finally tensed up against the bonds, pulling against them, her groan as the breath left her body and the pleasure of the climax washed over her, Jane still kissing her. Christi continuing to use her soft tongue. At what I judged to be just after the peak of her climax, I brought the crop down, lightly, against her abused nipples, catching nipples, and Jane's fingers in the process. I watched as she screamed and immediately tensed up again. Pulling hard against the bonds. Her breath was ragged as she fell back against the table, her heart hammering with the multiple orgasm. Her muscles relaxing, her head turning away from Jane's mouth. Moaning. Jane slowly fell back on her knees cradling her own, still bound, breasts. And Christi raised her head and asked permission to stop her task. I nodded, and she groaned, "Thank God.", falling back on her heels. I watched her moving her tongue around in her mouth. It was actually quite attractive to watch as she tried to work the circulation back into her tongue. Breathing hard. Bare breasts heaving after the marathon. Amy looked up from her table. "Oh my God. I've never come that hard in my life. Christ my tits." I lay back on the comfortable couch and waited patiently for the girls to recover. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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