Message-ID: <7202eli$9803241203@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 47) [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: <19980324032059.2660.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. 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 47 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) I gave the girls some time to relax. More for Christi's benefit than Kimberly's. Finally I walked over to where Kimberly was kneeling and crouched down to speak to her. "You feel better?" "A little." Wary. "Thirsty?" She shyly nodded. Knowing it wouldn't do any good to lie. Two thermos of water simply wasn't enough to satisfy that deep thirst one gets without water for any extended period. "Hungry?" She really nodded this time. Eyes flicking over to the pile of candy bars that Christi had gathered from the front of the store. Pulling at the handcuffs. I actually heard her stomach rumble. I walked over to the pile of candy and selected a chocolate bar. Oh Henry or something similar. I unwrapped it as I approached the girl. Hope shining in her eyes. An evil thought occurred to me. I approached the helpless girl and had her open her mouth. Thinking that she was going to be allowed to eat, she dropped her jaw. "Kimberly. I want you to listen." She nodded, mouth still open. "I want you to hold this in your teeth. Understand?" Not quite understanding, she nodded anyway. I placed the very end of the chocolate bar between her teeth. She, with a pleading look, closed her lower jaw gently, gripping the candy with her teeth. Lips held back. This had to be driving her nuts. Having the food in her mouth and not being allowed to eat it. Her stomach rumbling again. Tears in her eyes. I watched as her tongue just touched the end of the candy between her teeth and retreated. "Christi. Knees." Christi struggled to her knees and moved over to us. "Yes?" she asked wearily. "You feel like candy?" "Please no. Give it to Kimberly. I ate already." "You sure that you don't want it?" "Oh God. What are you going to do to us ... me ... if I don't?" "Christi. Eat the chocolate. Okay?" "Please don't make me do that. She's so hungry. I can hear her belly from here. You bastard." But by now she knew it was useless. She shuffled forward on her knees and reached out with her mouth. Carefully biting off a small bit of the chocolate and swallowing. She looked at Kimberly on her knees. Crying in frustration. I heard Christi whisper. "God. Please. I'm sorry. He'll let you eat eventually. He's just tormenting you. Just do whatever it is he wants. Okay?" Kimberly nodded as Christi took another bite of the chocolate. Christi's eyes began to brim with tears as she was forced to torment the other woman. Finally, a lot of pleading and begging later, Christi finally finished the chocolate bar. Easing the last piece from between Kimberly's teeth. Kimberly crying as the last of the food disappeared, literally from between her teeth. Closing her mouth. I let the tormented woman cried herself out. "Please. Master. Mercy. I ... your sl-slave is so hungry. She'll do anything to eat something. You have so much over there. Please spare something for your slave. Oh my God. Please. I'll beg for you. Please. What do you want from me? Please can't I eat? Please. Hungry." The taste of the candy probably driving her. "What will you do for me?" "Anything you want. I'll fuck you. You can rape me. I'll give you a blowjob. I'll crawl for you. You can tie me up forever. Whip me. I don't care. Just some food for me. Please. I feel faint. My stomach hurts. Please." "Would you make love to Christi?" I saw Christi shudder. She opened her mouth to say something but clapped it shut with a look from me. Kimberly considered. "You can make me do it anyway. Please. I'll make love to her. Please." Begging for candy. The poor girl was in tears. I actually believed that she would do nearly anything for more food and water. I couldn't imagine how hungry she was. "Would you walk to the other side of the store and back?" She looked down at her bare feet behind her kneeling form. Tears brimmed again in her eyes, but she fought them off. "Please, my feet. I'll try. I swear I will. Please don't make me do that. I'll crawl for you. I'll try to walk. Please, I'm so hungry." "Would you masturbate for me?" "I don't ... I've never ... Yes ... I could try. Please. I haven't done anything to you. Why?" "Would you kill for me?" That stopped her. Her eyes widened as the implications sunk in. "Please. You wouldn't make me do that. I can't. Oh my God. Please. I'll do anything else. You can have me." She thrust her chest out invitingly. "Please. God. I can't kill someone. Oh God." She was falling a little too far into hysteria. I had no intention of making her kill anyone. I was just testing how hungry she actually was. I reassured the now shaking girl. "Kimberly. Listen to me. I won't make you kill anyone. Okay?" She managed to stop her crying. Struggling to get her emotions under control. Probably in sheer relief that I wasn't going to make her kill anyone. "Yes sir. Please. I'm so hungry. What do you want from me? I'll give it to you. Gladly." "Alright." "Alright?" she was suddenly confused. "I'll let you have a couple of chocolate bars." "What do I have to do?" She knew that they weren't going to come free. "Hold on." I turned back to Christi who paled. Knowing that she was somehow going to be involved in this twisted game of mine. "Please. I haven't done anything wrong. Whatever it is, please don't make me do it." I pressed gently on her shoulders lowering her to the ground. Without a word I positioned her back on the tile. Raising her cuffed hands above her head again. Gently spreading her legs. I could see the resignation in her eyes. She held the position I put her in, knowing that to break it would mean punishment and probably just being tied into the position anyway. I walked over to the pile of chocolate bars and selected three. Oh Henry's. I walked back to the girls, unwrapping the first one as I approached. The girls watching me warily. Not knowing what was about to happen, but pretty sure they weren't going to like it. I unwrapped the second bar while they watched. Christi closed her eyes as I knelt beside her. I simply placed the first chocolate bar between her heaving breasts. She was frightened. I could tell by her breathing. I'm not sure why. She had certainly been in worse places than this. The second chocolate bar I ran through her pubic hair. She whined. Having a bad feeling where it was going to end up. "Please no," she begged. I carefully and very gently inserted it into her. She moaned, but at least she wasn't completely dry. The chocolate bar slipped into her relatively easily. I left a good portion of it protruding from the shaking girl. Kimberly was shaking her head. I suspect not as eager to eat any longer. "Kimberly, you are going to have to eat them both anyway. If there aren't any complaints, I'll feed you the last one. No strings attached. Okay?" I tried the reward system, rather than the punishment system this time. That was enough for her. She stumbled forward on her knees and bent to the first chocolate bar. Nestling up between Christi's bare breasts. Nibbling at the chocolate. Sighing. I doubt if it mattered much to her what the plate was. She must have been absolutely famished. She managed to finish the chocolate bar fairly quickly. Without her hands, she did make a bit of a mess. Melted chocolate all over Christi's chest. Smearing her own face. I watched as she took a deep breath and moved slowly between Christi's outspread thighs. It was a little much for Christi. "Please don't make her do this. How can you make her do this?" But she didn't break her position. She gasped as Kimberly took the first tentative bite of the chocolate. Christi squirmed at the sensations. Kimberly's hot breath on her. The chocolate phallus moving inside of her. Kimberly must have been exceptionally hungry. Or eager to get the task over with. She grimaced at the taste a bit, but she managed to eat the entire chocolate from Christi's pussy. Reasonably quickly. No voiced complaints. Finally she knelt up and fixed me with her large eyes. "Please, sir, can I 'ave some more?" I almost laughed at the contrived cockney accent. Despite her plight, she actually smiled as she realized that I was trying to control my face. Trying not to laugh at her. I was amazed that this woman was able to make any kind of joke considering what I'd just put her through. The female will always astound me, I suspect. Their spirit was damn near unbreakable. I unwrapped the third chocolate bar. With her still kneeling between Christi's outstretched legs, I slowly fed her. She taking the treat and slowly savouring it. I'll bet it tasted far better than any other she'd had in her life. She looked at me with longing eyes as she took the last bite into her mouth. Savouring it. Begging with her eyes for more. Not much of a meal after waiting for two days. Not quite daring to ask for more, though. I glanced at Christi. Not much liking the smears of chocolate across her naked chest. "Okay girls. Kimberly. I want you to clean up that mess you made." "Mess? Sir?" I pointed at Christi's chest. Kimberly rattled her handcuffs. Making the point that she couldn't clean it up without her hands. I just looked at her. Realization dawned on her face. "Please no. Haven't we done enough?" I just gazed at her. She broke under the steady gaze, knowing to resist meant pain. She worked her way around to Christi, who still lay in the same position as I'd placed her. Kimberly, a last entreaty in her eyes, bent to her task. Her tongue tracing between Christi's bare breasts. Lapping at the smears of chocolate. I couldn't imagine that this was a particularly hard task. But I guess she was finally beginning to feel human again. Some food in her. Not dying of thirst. Realizing the picture this presented. Her nude, kneeling, cleaning another woman's chest with her tongue. She flushed, but did a passable job. Christi was going to need another shower after this anyway. But that didn't bother me. After Kimberly thought she was done, she raised her head. Smart enough to ask me if she could stop. "One on each nipple." "But there's no chocolate there. Please." "Does that matter?" "No sir," she muttered. With a bit of hesitation, she bent her head and ran her tongue quickly around each nipple. Christi, not instructed to enjoy it, just cringed a bit. After what she had had to perform on Jane, I'm not really sure what the hesitation was about. Personally, if I was a woman, I suspect that after tonguing a stranger's pussy, using my tongue on a nipple would be a piece of cake. But what did I know? I still couldn't figure out even the women that I had almost completely under my control. Kimberly straightened. Pleading with me. "Please sir. She's clean." I inspected Christi's chest, running my fingers idly over her wet nipples. She flushed and gasped at the touch of my fingers on her body. I nodded to Kimberly. Christi was clean enough for me. She let her breath out and relaxed a bit on her knees. I wandered over to the toy bag. I picked up the nipple clamps and one of the vibrators that Christi had picked up from the adult store in the mall. Both girls watched me with dread in their eyes. As I approached, Kimberly spoke. "Please what are you going to do with us?" "Kimberly. Remember when you were begging for food?" She nodded. "Are you still hungry?" She considered. She could probably make out alright for a while without anything. The chocolate making a small dent in the pressing hunger that she had felt previously. She could wait; especially, if it involved nipple clamps and/or vibrators to get more food. She carefully shook her head. "Kimberly?" She sighed. Knowing I knew she was still hungry. Three chocolate bars in two days. She had to be ravenous still. She resigned herself and just nodded her head. Eyes downcast. Still silent. "You remember what you said you'd do to get some food? And water?" "Oh God. Please. Haven't I done enough? Why are you torturing me? What did I ever do to you? Please. Don't make me do anything else. Please." "What did you promise to do?" "Oh God." Trying to remember. "I. I can't. I was hungry. Please. I don't remember." "Try." "Oh God. I. I can't. Oh God. I think I said I'd make love to Christi. Please don't make me do that. Please." "What else." "I. You wanted me to walk. Please no. My feet still hurt. I don't think I could stand. Oh God. Please." "Anything else?" Her brow furrowed as she concentrated. "I. You wanted me to kill someone. I can't do that. You know that." I just looked at her. Realization dawned on her face. "You want to rape me." Monotone. "Kimberly. If I was going to rape you I'd have done it long ago." Her face screwed up. Searching her memory. "Oh God. You wanted me to masturbate for you. Please no. I've never done it. I don't. I can't. I don't know how. Please don't make me do that." "Would you rather have Christi do it?" "Please?" I doubt if she knew what I meant. Confused. "Would you rather have Christi make love to you?" Christi, still outstretched on the floor, moaned. Wildly shaking her head. I'd really been having fun forcing Christi to do women. I knew she hated it, too. Of all the things I made that woman do, I think she hated making love to another woman most. I would have thought that she'd be getting used to it by now. But she hadn't. Kimberly closed her eyes. "God. I can't. Please don't make me do it. Please." _________________________________________________________ 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 |