Message-ID: <6560eli$9803022239@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 31) [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: <19980302051647.8485.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 31 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) I settled into the comfortable leather chair and pulled Amy down to sit in my lap. Her bound hands pressing into my abdomen between us. She sat stiffly for a moment, then shifted a bit and relaxed. At the moment nothing really being required of her. Lynn found her tongue. "What the hell is going on here?" The two nudes probably had shaken her. Janet's voice came from the chair, "Lynn, he's got us under his control. If you don't want to get hurt, you might want to consider listening to him." She sounded scared. I guess that was understandable considering that I'd just walked in like I owned the place with two nude girls in tow, like I owned them as well. I doubted very much whether either lawyer was keen on being owned. I spoke up. "Actually, I'm just an observer. That girl there. I pointed. You may call her Mistress Christi, will be giving you your marching orders. I'd suggest that you take her seriously. Just because she's naked and you ain't doesn't mean that you should ignore her. Got it. This naked wench in my lap, you can refer to as Slave Amy." I felt Amy blush as I introduced her. Both lawyers mutely nodded. Christi walked around the office, inspecting the furniture. The decor. And finally the women, tied up. Lynn had her eyes closed. Christi began to work at the quick but secure knots that I had tied. Quickly freeing the woman. "On your knees." "Please don't do this." The lawyer climbed from her prone position to kneel. "I want you to crawl around the office. Twice. If you don't move fast enough, I'll give you a swat with this crop." She showed Lynn the crop. "Oh my God. Please." Christi came forward and gave Lynn a light stroke across the ass. The woman fell to her hands and knees and began to crawl. I have to admit, I was getting excited watching Christi, naked, forcing this woman to crawl in her business suit. Quite a contrast. Janet looked on in horror. My hands began to lightly caress the bare body sitting in my lap. Amy squirmed a bit at first but decided that she had better let me do as I wanted if she didn't want punishment. She finally sat still and just closed her eyes letting my fingers lightly touch her bare body. Christi had given the crawling, miserable woman at least four strikes with the crop before she finished the second circuit of the room. I had watched, with a small smile on my face as I watched her hand steal to her crotch as she followed the poor lawyer about the room. Finally, she finished and allowed the woman to stop crawling. "Okay. On your feet." "Please." Lynn was breathing hard. "Strip." "Oh please no." Christi walked over to Janet tied to the chair. She had learned a lot from me. Don't threaten the primary subject unless you want to punish her. "Strip or every minute Janet gets another cropping." Christi had no watch, not being allowed even jewelry, but I glanced at mine. Christi swung the crop, hitting Janet across the cheek, not particularly hard. But the face is a terrible place to get cropped. Janet screamed mostly in surprise I suspect. The blow wasn't that hard, though a red mark across the cheek resulted. I was surprised that Christi would hit her in the face like that. "Ahhhh. No. Not my face. Please, Lynn do what she says." She had learned. Isolate the weaker of the two. Threaten her. The stronger one would take lashes until doomsday, but will generally break down if the weaker one is threatened. If your intent is to punish someone long and hard, then threaten the stronger one. I learned that with Jane and Elaine early on. Lynn glared at Christi, and began to take off her suit. Jacket first. "Did he make you do this?" "If I told you, would you believe me?" Christi asked the disrobing woman. "Please don't make me do this." The jacket fell to the floor. "Shoes next." Lynn kicked off her shoes. "Nylons or pantyhose?" Lynn looked bewildered. "Are you wearing nylons or pantyhose?" "Nylons." "Off." Lynn reached down and pulled the thin socks off her feet. Standing barefoot in the middle of her office. Her face began to flush. "Continue." "All of it?" "Yeah, so you are as naked as me. I don't like my slaves to have more clothes than I do." "Please lady. You're a woman. Obviously he's controlling you. Come on. Don't make me do this. Did you want to strip the first time he made you?" "I was naked when he took me. And use Mistress." I felt Amy shudder as she remembered her initial humiliation when I had made her strip for me. "Huh?" "Mistress, address me as Mistress instead of lady. Okay?" "Okay. But please don't make me take off my clothes. Give me some dignity." "Why?" "You are a woman and you are asking me why?" She was incredulous. "Come on, strip." She brought the crop down cruelly across Janet's chin. "Oh God. Please stop hitting her. I'm taking my clothes off. Please." She began to remove her clothes. Pants first. Then blouse. The typical begging when she hit the bra/panties deal, but they eventually fell from her body, Janet taking another stroke to the tip of her nose. Lynn was quite attractive. Nice figure. Nice legs. Nice breasts. Both women were now crying. I watched as Christi felt between her own legs again and shivered at her own touch. I was remembering the first time I saw Christi. Naked and masturbating. When I took her. Maybe I'll make her do that in front of me again sometime. "Crawl for me again." "Please. I've already crawled. Not again." Christi raised the crop and simply pressed it against Janet's face. Crying, Lynn fell to her bare knees and fell forward. I watched, rapt, as the crying female was forced to crawl around the room again. Her bare ass swinging, her breasts hanging below her body, swaying with her uncomfortable gait. Janet watched in horror, as her now nude friend was forced to crawl. Tears in her eyes. After Lynn had made her round of the room, Christi swept all the paper and pictures off the cluttered desk. "Come here." "Please no more." But Lynn crawled over to the desk. "Lie across it. Face up." Christi looked at me with pleading in her eyes. "Sir, can I please use Amy?" I considered. The naked girl in my lap shook her head wildly. I lifted the girl off my lap to stand in front of me. Meanwhile, Lynn was climbing onto the desk, lying quietly hands at her sides. I had Amy turn around and I unlocked one wrist. I put her hands in front of her and relocked her wrists together. She squirmed a bit, but knew she really had no choice. I pointed to Christi and Amy meekly walked over to where she was standing. "Amy, you know how to tie knots?" "My hands are cuffed. But yes." "Sir, her hands?" "Stay bound." "Can you tie a knot with your hands cuffed?" She shook her head. "Amy," I said, "remember the coffee table?" Terrified, she mutely nodded. "Do you want me to punish you for not cooperating?" She gulped and looked back at the blonde mistress. "I'll try. I'll try my best." Christi handed her some rope. "Tie Lynn to the desk. Okay? I'll fix whatever you can't do." Tears began to form in Amy's eyes, but she bravely walked over to the desk and began to tie the nude lawyer to her desk as best she could. _________________________________________________________ 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 |