Message-ID: <7396eli$9803311919@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 52) [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: <19980331051428.21778.rocketmail@send1a.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 52 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) I finished my lunch and rose from my seat. Christi almost immediately began to clear the table. Without me even asking her to do it. I touched her arm. Probably she was glad to have something to do. "Christi. Let Elizabeth and Jane clean up. You cooked." I picked up a large kitchen knife. All three girls' eyes widened when they saw that. They had no idea how angry I was at Amy, and assumed the worst. The other two jumped to their feet. Elizabeth watching longingly as she had to dump Amy's breakfast. Leaving Jane and Elizabeth to their tasks, I guided Christi out into the living room. She hesitated as I began to guide her towards the bedroom. "Please. What did you do to her?" "You'll find out." "Please don't kill her. She doesn't deserve it. It could have been any one of us that snapped. She's just a girl. Her mind got away from her. She'll behave now. I'm sure of it." "Will you guarantee it?" Christi just gulped. She was already owing me from the Kimberly episode. I couldn't see her risking herself for Amy. "I didn't think so. Relax," I continued. "I'm just teaching her a lesson." "Oh God. I know what your lessons are like. How much pain is she in?" "I imagine by now, her legs are probably screaming. Though she can't." By this point we'd arrived at the bedroom door. Christi caught her breath as she was presented with the picture of Amy, straining at the ropes. Head tilted back. Trying to convince her thighs to take the strain off her bound tongue. Tears falling down her face. Panting. Trying to scream. Trying to beg. "Kneel." Christi fell to her knees. I walked over to Amy's chair. I ran my finger along the arch of her bare right foot. She jumped. Causing a scream to emerge from her tortured mouth. "eeeze," she was ready to beg. Bigtime. Pulling against the ropes. "Amy? You want me to cut this cord?" I indicated the cord running from her toes to her tongue. "Ahhhh," she tried to nod her head, but wasn't overly successful. "No? You want me to hang some weights from your ankles?" "og oooooooo," she wailed. Shaking her head as far as the tongue clamp would let her. I cruelly pressed on the top of her feet increasing the pressure on her thighs and tongue. I could feel the resistance and see the tightening of her tortured thighs. She screeched. "Ahhhhhhhh. o orre. o orre." "Amy?" She just dully looked back at me. "Are you going to behave?" "eth. asther. eth" I think she was trying to say "Yes, Master. Yes." but it was hard to tell. "I'm going to give you a choice. Okay?" "mmmm." "I can leave you like this while I go out. Or you can submit to a breast whipping. I'll give you a minute to decide." This torment must have been exceptionally painful. Immediately, she began to beg. "i icking, eeeeze. o ore ag. eeeeeeze." I bent down to where Christi was kneeling. "I'm going to go out for a while with Jane and Elizabeth. I haven't quite decided what to do with you." "Oh God. Please. I'll be good. Leave me here." "You are staying here." "Free?" Hopeful. "That's what I haven't decided. I'll tell you what. If you will promise to do something for me, then I'll leave you mostly unbound. Handcuffed in front only. Okay? And I'll even let you wear a robe." "You're kidding. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything to be allowed to wear something for a while. Please." "Okay. Amy over there wants a breast whipping rather than the gag. At least I'm pretty sure that this is what she said." Out of the corner of my eye I could see the girl trying to agree with me. "I'm going to give her the initial one, but I'm guessing that Jane, Elizabeth and I will be out for some time. The bad wench over there is going to need further correction throughout the afternoon. Understand?" "You want me to hit her while you are gone? Oh God." "Will you? You don't have to. I won't punish you. However, if you agree to do it, and I find out that you didn't. Big trouble." Christi gulped. She knew about big trouble. Amy was in it now. Gurgling noises from the chair vicinity. I had to get her out of that evil tie soon or she was going to rip her tongue out of her mouth as her thighs collapsed. "What's the alternative?" "I was thinking a nice tight hog-tie. I might gag you. You and Amy could be a pair. But I suspect you'll be slightly more comfortable than Amy. I'll put you on the bed." "Oh. Hog-tie with a robe?" "You have to be joking." "A girl can try. I guess I'll do what you want." "Good girl." I rose. I could see the strain on Amy's face. Her tongue was already almost stretched out of her mouth. The girl crying and trying her best to control the tremors in her straining legs. "Amy?" She tried to say something completely unintelligible. "Did I understand you correctly. You'd rather have your breasts whipped with the riding crop than this?" "ahhhhh." Verbal interaction just wasn't going to work. "Amy. I can't understand you." A quick look crossed her pain filled face. One of those then-take-this-gag-off-me-you-moron looks. "I want you to wiggle your left foot if you want the breast whipping." Confusion crossed her face. Not a fair question. But she knew that she was going to have permanent damage to her tongue if she didn't do something. She winced as she struggled to wiggle her left foot. The movement transferring along the rope to her tongue. "Amy. I'm going to whip you until I'm tired. And then Christi is going to whip you twice every fifteen minutes while I'm gone. One blow has to hit your nipples every fifteen minutes." I heard a faint, "Oh God." from Christi's direction. "Still want the breast whipping?" She struggled with her pain, and then wiggled her left foot again. Pulling against her toes and her tongue. Panting. I brought up the knife and in one swift movement severed the cord connecting her toes through the eyebolt to her tongue. Her tongue snapped back into her mouth audibly. She winced as the clamp connected with her teeth. She cried out as her feet hit the floor suddenly having their support released. After the initial pain, and uncramping of her thigh muscles, she sighed in relief. She wiggled her tongue, wanting out of the clamp. I wasn't sure that I wanted her out of that torture. "You want out of this?" I lifted her tongue by the clamp. She nodded vigorously. "When is the next time you are going to disobey my orders?" She shook her head. Pleading in her eyes. "If I take that thing off you, will you behave?" Nod. "I'm going to hit you. You know that don't you?" A nod. Fear in her eyes. "And if I take this thing off you, I want you to thank me for the whipping, beg for the next stroke and count them off. Can you do that?" Real fear. Not sure that she could do it, but wanting that tongue clamp off more. A hesitant nod. "Will you give your father a blow job?" Real fear. Tears springing to her eyes. Wanting her tongue out. I'm sure it hurt beyond my comprehension. But knowing that she just couldn't do that to get the evil thing off. She finally shook her head. Tears really flowing. At least she was honest. The girl still hadn't learned that I could make her do it, if I wanted to. So refusing to do anything was next to useless. Might as well say yes early and save yourself pain. But she refused, not knowing any better. I took it to mean that she wouldn't do that to save herself the tongue pain. Provided she had a choice. In this case she did. I wasn't interested in making her have sex with her father. At least not yet. I could always force her to do it later if I wanted. I reached forward and began to loosen the restraint on her tongue. After it fell free, she ever so slowly retracted her sore tongue into her mouth. Letting her saliva moisten the bruised organ. "Fank-you," she mumbled/lisped. Squirming in the ropes. Especially the bare feet. Probably uncomfortable with the toe cord. "Keep in mind that I can put it back on you if you don't do everything I ask." She just nodded in misery. I retrieved the riding crop from the dresser. Christi's eyes opened. She was wondering how much the poor girl was going to be able to take. I was wondering the same thing. I'd put her through a lot for so early in the morning. For her anyway. I looked at the girl. She looked like she was in shell shock. Working her tongue around her mouth. Still crying a little; pulling at her restraints. _________________________________________________________ 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 |