Message-ID: <6468eli$9802271726@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Repost: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 17) [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: <19980227000458.27245.rocketmail@send1a.yahoomail.com> Well, it appears that Chapter 17 didn't get propogated as well as it should have. For all of those who let me know, thank you. Here it is. Time Out Of Time just isn't the same without it. - crimson 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 17 - Time Out Of Time ] "Okay, you bastard, I'll do it. But only because of Elaine. If it had been my boobs you threatened, I wouldn't be doing this." She defiantly held out the cuffed wrist against the chain so I could unlock it. I unlocked the steel binding and she rubbed her wrist where it had dug into her soft skin. We walked together to the mall aisle. The woman about to lose her clothes and her dignity and the bastard that was going to watch it. I had Christi stay in the store. As we emerged from the store, her father was a bit more reasonable. I seriously doubted that the reasonableness was going to last when he found out what I had planned for his youngest daughter. "What do you want? Money?" Jane surprised me and replied for me, "Daddy, he doesn't want money. He doesn't want anything that you can give him. He already has everything he wants." "What are you talkin' about?" Jane hung her head. "He's got us. I'm sorry Daddy. I don't want to do this. But we have to do what he says. Forgive me. Please." With that, I watched as she gripped the bottom of her rugby shirt and in one fluid motion pulled it over her head. Her skin was milky, the flash of colour of her bra marring the surface. Without any other hesitation she dropped her sweat pants and stepped out of them. Her father groaned and closed his eyes. I stopped Jane from continuing. "What's your parent's names?", I whispered. "Dave and Dora," she was breathing hard. "Dave, open your eyes. If you don't watch the strip show here, I will cause someone in there some discomfort. I'm certainly enjoying it." "You fucking bastard. I swear I'll kill you. I swear it." Keeping his eyes closed. I just looked at Jane. She moaned a bit but did what she had to, "Daddy, please. You have to watch me. You know what he threatened to do to Elaine? I can't even tell you. But he'd do it. In a second. And enjoy it. It was enough to get me out here and strip in front of you. You think I want to do this? Don't let him do that to Elaine. I'm begging you Daddy. Please." This strong willed woman begging her father to watch her strip. Must have just about killed her. Her father slowly opened his eyes and gave me a glare. I have to admit that I'm glad that looks can't kill. Jane whispered to herself, "Thank-you God." She was standing there in her bra and panties and sneakers. She looked at me. "Please don't make me continue. For Jesus sakes, he is my father. I'm his daughter. Don't make me. Please. I'll strip for you. I'll let you chain me up like that other woman. I'll fuck you. Anything but this. Please." I just motioned for her to continue. Resigned, she hung her head and continued by very slowly kicking off her shoes and peeling off her socks. At this point, it was probably no worse than her swimming in a bikini in front of her father. It was the next part that was going to be hard. She looked at me one more time. "Please?" Her father had closed his eyes again. "Everything Jane. Dave, open those eyes." He snapped them open and focused again on his youngest daughter. Jane's tears had returned, but she found the strength to reach behind her and unclip the bra encasing her breasts. Recovering somewhat, she held her head high and in one fluid motion pulled the bra from her chest letting it drop at her bare feet, exposing her breasts to her father for the first time in many years I would imagine. I watched as her father cringed, closed his eyes briefly, but opened them again. The hard part begun, Jane lost the hesitation, just wanting to get it over with; she pulled her underwear from her hips and slipped them down her legs. She stepped out of them daintily and stood proudly in her nudity. No attempt to cover herself. Not that I would have allowed that anyway. She probably knew that. She was breathing hard, tears were now running down her face. I motioned for her to make a full turn. The naked girl closed her eyes but obeyed. Her father, his breathing irregular was trying to pretend that this wasn't happening. Trying, without success, I would imagine, to see his bare daughter and ignore the fabulous display all at the same time. I waved the gun at Jane and motioned her to walk in front of me back into the store. "Goddamn you, you better not touch a hair on them." Her father struggled with the ropes that Jane had tied so well. I walked Jane back to her handcuff. As we passed Christi, she looked up with tears in her eyes and whispered to us, "You know you are a right bastard." I smiled back at her and she just shook her head in resignation. As I reached to place Jane's wrist in the handcuff, Jane stopped me gently. "Please. You don't have to cuff me. If I could do that for you," meaning the strip show for her father, "I'm not about to run away." I just gave her a reassuring grin. "You did well. You surprised me. But for now, I have to cuff you." "Please just a moment with my mother and sister?" I just about told her no, but I looked at Christi and she motioned for me with her cuffed hands, to let her be with her family for a moment. I let go of Jane's slender wrist and let her pad naked over to her mother and sister. She fell to her knees and hugged Elaine. Then she moved two chairs down and gave her mother a big hug. I heard her say to them, "It's OK. I'm OK. Just do what he says. For me. OK? Make sure that I didn't do that for nothing. I love you." Elaine was still crying softly, and tears brimmed in her mother's eyes. Her mother nodded silently and fixed me with another one of those glares. Tears in her eyes, Jane rose back to her feet and walked back to me and extended her wrist for me to cuff. I snapped the cuff around her wrist but didn't tighten it into the skin. Just enough that she couldn't escape it. She looked at me, "I still think you're a bastard, but thank-you for letting me go to them. Don't hurt them, please?" She was a strong one. I nodded curtly. _________________________________________________________ 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 |