Message-ID: <7186eli$9803232138@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 46) [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: <19980323043029.4508.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. 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If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson [ Chapter 46 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) Jane was still breathing raggedly, her bare breasts rising and falling as she lay quietly with her head cradled in Christi's bare lap. I quietly marveled once again what a change had come over these women. Three days ago, she wouldn't even have considered lying nude with her head in another nude woman's lap. I crouched down and focused on Jane. "You okay?" She nodded. Not speaking. "I'm going to give you a rest. Okay?" Nodding again. The tears dried up. I smiled as she began to hiccup. Christi spoke, "Please don't hurt her anymore. I don't think she can take it. You can hurt me if you need to hurt someone. Okay? She's had enough." I looked at the girl. "I'll hurt her more if I want to. But I think I had better let her recover. You're right. She's been through enough." I touched Jane's shoulder and she gamely struggled to her knees. She tried, but couldn't quite get to her feet. I could have helped her, but she didn't seem to want my assistance. I guess I wasn't surprised. She was a willful one. I walked over to a spot a little way from the other. Giving up getting to her feet, the bound girl shuffled across the tiles on her knees. I sat her down and stroked her hair. "God. I've never felt anything like that," she whispered to me between hiccups. I pressed my finger to her lips. "Shhhh. We can talk about it later if you like." She nodded. "I really don't want to punish you again. Okay?" She nodded her head. "Please stay right here. No matter what. Understand? Orders?" "I'll behave. I've had enough for today." Resignedly. I stroked her hair again and walked the short distance back to Christi and Kimberly. Christi looked up at me with soft eyes. "Please. Haven't we done enough already?" "You don't even know what I'm going to do." "I'm not going to like it. Whatever it is." "Oh. I don't know. This shouldn't be so bad." "What do you want me to do." "Lie back." "Huh?" "Lie on you back. Hands above your head. Legs straight." Confusion on her face. Expecting something else. Not quite trusting me. Wonder why? I picked up another pair of handcuffs and pulled Kimberly's wrists behind her back. "You don't have to do that. I'll do whatever it is you want without the cuffs. Honest. Please." "I know you will. But you look so damn good with those things on." "But I don't like them." "Doesn't matter." "God." I had figured out another way to get water into Kimberly such that she wouldn't be sick with it. I was quite sure that she was still dangerously dehydrated. "Christi. I want you to suck that gut in." Christi was slender. A flat stomach. But I wanted a depression there. She flushed but obediently flexed her stomach muscles and drew her middle in even further. Stretched out as she was, she was a sight. Stomach sucked in. Bare breasts thrust out. Chained hands reaching over her head, pulling her breasts up attractively. I poured as much water into the depression of her belly as would fit. Filling her belly button and the well formed by her body. She jumped at the cold water touching her skin, but managed to keep still enough that she didn't lose any. Her breasts rising up and down rapidly as she took short shallow breaths. "Kimberly? Come here." She shuffled forward on her knees. Hands still bound behind her back. "There's your water." "Your kidding." Not understanding why I couldn't just give her it out of the flask. I didn't feel like explaining that I was actually doing her a favour. Christi's body warming the water for Kimberly. Kimberly not able to gulp it down. I actually was saving her a lot of discomfort. "Do you want the water or not?" Resigning herself, she bent herself at the waist and bent her head. Her hair falling into the shallow puddle formed on Christi. She unable to prevent it with her hands handcuffed the way they were. I watched as her soft tongue snaked out of her delicate mouth and lapped the water. Like a cat. But probably far less efficiently than the cat. "Ladies?" Kimberly and Christi both looked up. "For every drop of water on the floor, one of you feels the crop. Understand?" Christi immediately tensed her stomach muscles a little more. Deepening the well. I wondered how long she would be able to keep that up. As Kimberly slowly lapped up the water, she eventually got to bare skin. Licking the moisture from the skin. I noticed Christi's face beginning to tighten. I crouched beside her. "Anything wrong?" Thinking she was getting tired holding her stomach in that position. "Please. I'm ticklish." I could see the lines on her face were actually an attempt to control laughter. Oh. This was going to be fun. "So you'd like to stop this, then?" "Yes. Please. I don't know if I can stop from moving." "You think that I'm going to stop this because you're ticklish?" A mischievous grin. Remembering Christi and Jane's antics from the morning I figured that this was almost justice. Christi looked up and saw my grin. She closed her eyes trying to ignore the sensations from Kimberly's tongue on her skin. She opened her eyes again and groaned. "I doubt it. Please have mercy on me. I can't do it." "You can. You are doing fine." "How much? How long?" A giggle escaped and she had trouble controlling it. "Until the flask is done." "Oh my God. I'm not going to have skin left to hit." I watched as the helpless girl tried to contain her impulse to squirm. This was going to be so much fun to watch. I poured some more water into her depression. The deeper water allowed Kimberly to get at the water without touching Christi's skin. Christi relaxed a bit. But as the water level lowered, she fell into having to concentrate to avoid the sensations from the lapping tongue. After the second "bowl" of water was nearly done, Kimberly looked up. Afraid. "Please Master. I've had enough." I knew what state of dehydration she was in. She definitely was still thirsty enough to drink the Pacific Ocean. She just didn't want to chance the punishment that came from dropping any of the water. And she was well aware of the tickling problem. I simply poured more water onto Christi and looked at Kimberly. "Are you lying to me?" She shook her head. "You realize what the punishment is for lying don't you?" Afraid. Shaking her head. "Same as for dropping water. Now. Are you still thirsty?" She closed her eyes, knowing I knew. She nodded slowly. "Good girl. Now drink. I don't want to have a sick girl on my hands." Crying a little, Kimberly bent back to her drinking. I pulled the chair over and sat down watching the girls. Occasionally having to get up and pour more water as Kimberly worked her way through the flask. Watching Christi struggle with the sensations. She almost lost it twice. I could see her stomach muscles quivering as she tried to ignore the tickling sensations. Concentrating. It is beautiful to watch. A bare girl concentrating. You can actually see it through the whole of her being. Her eyes. Her face. Her whole body. Every muscle tenses. Quite erotic. I almost regretted pouring the last of the thermos onto Christi. I toyed with the idea of stroking her underarms. Almost everyone is ticklish there. Seeing if she could withstand that as well on her last trial. But I relented and opted just to watch as Kimberly licked the last of the water off the tormented girl. I was nearly shocked that they had managed to do it. Not a single drop of water had fallen off Christi, though there had been a couple of times that Kimberly had had to do some quick evasive action to get her tongue to catch an errant drop as it dripped down Christi's side. Usually just after Christi had squirmed under the ticklish tongue. But between the women, they managed it. I was actually kind of glad. I wasn't particularly in the mood to punish them. Christi said in a small voice. "Please can I break?" I assumed that she meant break position. "You can let your stomach relax." Relief. Pure relief. I watched as her stomach relaxed into a more normal position. A last drop of water caught by Kimberly's tongue as it rolled down Christi. I let the women relax for a few minutes. Knowing that it must have been really hard to hold that position. Had to give her credit in the obedience department today. _________________________________________________________ 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 |