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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. <Does this really need saying? Isn't this common sense? Hello?> 
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. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is 
not an option. 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


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Chapter 91 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Kara?"

"Oh my God. Please."

"You know what I want you to do."

"I. I can't."

"You can't?"

"I can't do that. Not in front of you."

"Why not?"

"You have to ask why not?"

"Well. The way I see it, is either you learn to strip in front of me, 
or I can start making holes in Julie here. Maybe she'd like a new hole 
in her breast." I stepped over to the terrified girl and pressed the 
barrel of the gun into the side of her right breast. She gasped and 
began to pray. "And if the sight of all her blood doesn't convince you 
to take off that suit, perhaps the sight of your own blood might."

Julie was almost hysterical in fear. Tears were running down her face, 
falling onto her naked chest in rivers. She was gasping for breath. 
Trying not to move. Not to make any threatening gestures.

"Please, Jane. He's going to sh-shoot me. If I could do it, you can. 
Please. I don't want to die."

Gently I corrected her. "Kara."

"Oh God." Julie lips moved in silent prayers again.

"You son-of-a-bitch. You wouldn't shoot her because I refused to 
strip."

"Try me?"

"Alright, you bastard. I'll do it. Calm down. Move away from her."

I shrugged and returned to my post against the wall. Julie collapsed. 
Bending at her waist. Sobbing uncontrollably.

I watched as Kara began to strip. She slowly pulled her clothes from 
her body. Her face beet red. To her credit she didn't whine at the 
underwear and soon she was standing naked behind her desk. She lightly 
held her hands to her sides. She had a passable body. Looked like it 
had gone through a couple of children, but it also looked like she 
worked out. Her short blonde hair was really blonde, I idly noticed. 
She suffered my gaze.

She spoke. "Can I go to her?" Meaning Julie still crying hysterically 
in the chair. "Without you freaking out with that thing?"

I nodded and Kara moved slowly around the desk and knelt beside Julie. 
She tried to comfort the sobbing girl.

"Julie. You have to be strong here. He's not going to hurt us. Come 
on. I need you here."

Julie managed to control her shaking. She sat back up, tears still 
rolling down her cheeks.

"Why me? God. He's going to kill us."

Kara whispered to her urgently. "He's not going to kill us. We'll do 
whatever it is he wants. He'll rape us. And then he'll go. We'll call 
the police. You have to stay with me here."

"I don't want to be raped."

"Neither do I sweetheart. Neither do I."

"This is a dream, right?"

"I wish it was. I've pinched myself three times already. And every 
time I keep waking up without my clothes, here with you."

I finally intervened. "Ladies?"

They both swiveled their heads and looked up at me.

"See how Kara is? On her knees? Julie. I want you like that."

"Oh God."

Kara tugged at Julie's arm and she slipped off the chair. Ending up 
kneeling beside Kara. Still tears falling down her face.

I tossed them a pair of handcuffs each. They looked at them. 
Frightened.

"Put them on. Behind your back."

"Oh God. Why?" Julie implored.

"Because I don't want you to have any bright ideas of attacking me."

"Just let us go then." Kara interjected logically.

"Not yet, my pretty ones."

Julie hesitantly picked up the cuffs and looked at them. "Please. You 
don't need to do this."

Kara spoke as well. "Really. You walk out of here. You've had your 
show. You've had your cheap thrill. Us naked for you. You walk out of 
the store. And that's it. We don't call the cops. We never even 
mention it happened. Period. You don't get caught. Everyone wins."

"Sorry ladies. Have other plans. And I doubt very much if I'll get 
caught. And besides. As soon as I'm out that door, you'd be on the 
phone to the police. You probably wouldn't even bother getting dressed 
first."

"Please don't make us do this."

"Put them on."

Kara reached for her pair of handcuffs. She closed her eyes and 
snapped the first side around her left wrist. She wound her hands 
behind her and I heard the ratchet close. I watched as she made some 
kind of eye gesture at Julie and Julie did the same thing. I wasn't 
sure what Kara was trying to tell the frightened girl.

I casually walked behind the women. They stayed on their knees, Kara 
looking decidedly nervous. Watching me. Her head turning on her long 
neck.

I crouched down behind them and ran my fingers around Julie's left 
wrist. Tight. Same with her right wrist. She wasn't getting out of the 
steel until I released her. I moved to Kara. Her left wrist was tight. 
I rattled her right arm and the cuff fell off her wrist, dangling.

She immediately sprang to her feet and dashed towards the door. The 
handcuff still dangling from her left wrist.

"Kara?"

She turned just before she got to the door. I could have frozen her, 
but that wasn't necessary.

"My name is not Kara. It's Jane."

"You open that door, Kara, and Julie here is going to be very 
uncomfortable."

"You wouldn't shoot her."

"I wouldn't? Care to try me?"

"No."

"How about if I shoot you instead?"

"Shit."

"Come back here."

The naked woman walked back on her bare feet.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Turn around."

Shaking she did.

"Hands."

She reluctantly put her hands behind her. I closed the handcuff 
tightly around her right wrist. Pressing it deeply into her skin.

She cried out. "Oh shit. That hurts. God. You didn't need to make it 
that tight."

"Kara? Last time it appears to have fallen off. I just wanted to make 
sure that it didn't happen again." I pressed on her shoulders and 
pushed her hard to her knees. Tears welled up as she pulled against 
her restraints. Trying in vain to get her right wrist into a 
comfortable position.

Kara glared at me with determination in her eyes.

I left the women on their knees and walked back over to the window. 
Gazed out. Christi, Jane and Amy were just finishing up the last row.

"You got an intercom in this store, Kara?"

"Of course." The sullen voice floated up from the other side of the 
desk.

"How?"

"You dial 9-1-4 on the phone and then just speak, you fucking 
bastard."

"Such language from such a beautiful woman."

Kara muttered something, but I didn't quite catch it. I walked over to 
the phone on her desk. I picked it up. Dialed the magic numbers.

I heard the intercom system announce itself with a soft bell. The 
naked women shopping in the store looked up in surprise.

"Christi?" I thought I saw her lips move. But from where I was 
standing I couldn't make out her words. It was probably just an 
acknowledgment.

"Christi. When you finish down there, take it all to the front and 
wait for me. Read a National Equirer or something."

I saw her speaking and nodding.

I turned back to the women on the floor. I sat up on Kara's desk and 
gazed down at them.

"Who was that you were talking to? Who the hell is Christi?" Kara 
asked.

"None of your business. Yet."

"It is my fucking business. It's my fucking store."

I reached down and casually slapped her. Her head snapped back and she 
cried out at the blow. I hadn't hit her hard.

I crouched down, my face centimeters from hers.

"You listen to me. It's your *fucking* business and your *fucking* 
store when I tell you it is. You are nothing right now. You don't even 
have a name anymore. You are mine. You understand? And I don't want to 
hear any more unladylike language emerging from that mouth of yours. 
Or I'll gag it. Understand?"

She nodded. But she didn't understand. Julie was in tears again.

I pulled her to her feet. Painfully, the cuffs digging into her 
wrists, she stumbled to her bare feet. I dragged her around her desk 
and practically threw her into her chair. Involuntary tears of pain 
surfaced in her eyes as she fell against the cuffs. A faint "ooof" 
sound escaped her lips.

I knelt in front of her chair. It was not one of the new comfortable 
reclining chairs, but one of the classroom chairs with four sturdy 
legs. Cheap store.

"Feet."

The frightened woman allowed me to guide her bare foot to the chair 
legs. I lashed it securely there. Her other foot followed. I could see 
her wincing at the tightness of the bonds. She was secured to the 
chair. She wasn't going anywhere fast.

"Please," she gasped out.

"Please what?" I hitched myself up on the desk in front of her. Facing 
her. Her short hair was messed up and terror was across her face. I 
wasn't used to treating women this rough. I swung my legs.

"Please."

"You want to beg?"

"I just want to be left alone."

"Kara. Let me explain ..."

"My name isn't Kara," she softly protested.

"It will be Kara until I tell you otherwise."

"Alright. Just don't hurt me."

"Kara. How are you feeling right now?"

"Sore. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please. If you have to tie me up. Alright. But please. My feet are 
already falling asleep. They don't have to be that tight. And my 
wrist. Please. I'll do whatever you want."

"Kara. I thought you wanted them tight?"

"Wanted them tight?" she said incredulously. "I don't even want to be 
here. You fucking insane psychopath."

I ignored her language for the time being. She'd slip again. "Well. I 
did give you the chance to put the handcuffs on yourself. And you did 
a pretty lousy job." She began to cry. "So I naturally assumed that 
you wanted me to tie you up instead."

"You can't treat me like this. I demand to be let go."

I laughed. "You demand? That's cool." I casually reached forward and 
slapped her face again. She cried out. "You demand that I stop that as 
well?"

I heard a soft voice from behind me. I turned. Julie, tears still 
streaming down her face was talking to me.

"Please. I don't even know what your name is. Please don't hurt her 
anymore. She didn't do anything wrong."

"Julie. Do you really want to get involved with this?"

"No please. Please just stop slapping her. I'll be quiet back here. 
Please just let us go."

I turned back to Kara, seated naked and bound in front of me. I 
reached out and began to lightly fondle Kara's bare breasts. She 
twisted and tried to get away. She screamed at me.

"Leave me alone. You fucked up bastard."

I gripped her right nipple. I began to apply pressure. In gradients. I 
watched her face intently. Her face beginning to register the pain 
emanating from her breast. Finally, as I began to twist the nipple she 
cried out.

"Argh. No. Please stop. I'll do whatever you want. Just stop hurting 
me."

I released her. She sat breathing hard. Gasping for breath. Struggling 
with the handcuffs.

"You'll do what I say?"

"Yes." Resigned. "You'll make me fuck you anyway." She thought I 
wanted to rape her. She was in for a surprise.

"What if I don't want you to fuck me?"

"What?"

"What if I don't want you to fuck me?"

"What the hell do you want then."

"First I want you to listen to me. I want you to put handcuffs on 
properly when I tell you to. I want you to stop using unladylike 
language when I tell you to. And after you've learned that lesson, 
I'll let you know what else I want."

"Oh God."

"Just sit there and be quiet while I take care of your friend. Then 
we'll decide what to do with you."

She nodded. Not wanting to feel the nipple torment again.

I hopped off the desk and approached the cowering girl on the floor. I 
crouched in front of her.

"Julie?"

She looked at me through her tears.

"Julie. I want to tie you into that chair. We can do it the hard way. 
Like Kara. Or you can just let me do it. You can be in pain, like her. 
Or you can be a bit more comfortable. Ask her which is better."

I looked at Kara.

"Julie. Just let him tie you up. He's going to do it anyway. And my 
feet are already asleep from his fucking ropes. You don't have to go 
through that."

"You going to do this the easy way?" I asked the terror-stricken girl.

She nodded dumbly and I helped her climb to her feet. She placed 
herself into the other chair with her cuffed hands on the other side 
of the backrest. I knelt in front of her and lashed her slender ankles 
to the chair legs. I was careful of her skin and made sure it was just 
tight enough to hold her. She wouldn't have the same circulation 
problems that Kara had.

Satisfied, I let myself out of the office. I ran down the stairs and 
walked briskly to the front of the store. The three girls were waiting 
as instructed by the cashiers. Jane as reading the National Equirer 
aloud to the other two. Laughing at some two headed baby from Mars 
tripe.

I moved to release Christi from her bonds holding her to the cart. As 
soon as her hands were free she held them up. Knowing that I was going 
to recuff her. I slipped the steel over her wrists and then led them 
all back into the store.

"Clothespins. Where?"

Jane thought about it. "I think I remember seeing packages of them 
with the cleaning stuff. Please. What do you need them for?" Knowing 
full well what I needed them for.

"Don't worry. Your nipples are safe for now. Run and get me a 
package."

Jane scampered away, her bare body doing delightful things as she ran 
down the main aisle. Her bare feet flawlessly gripping the tile as she 
turned into the cleaning aisle. She returned seconds later, completely 
out of breath but holding a package of like three hundred clothespins 
between her bound hands.

"Enough?" she managed to gasp out. When I told these girls to run, 
they ran. I shook my head. I wasn't really intending for her to run a 
marathon.

"You didn't have to bring me enough to sink Titanic." I stepped back. 
Briefly pictured Jane, bound and naked with three hundred clothespins 
pinching her body. All over. I smiled to myself.

"I'll get you a smaller package if you want," she replied 
breathlessly. Missing my smile.

"It's fine," I told the nude beauty.

We began to walk back to the employee's stairs.

"Okay girls. I don't want any shocked women here. I have a couple more 
women upstairs."

"Oh no." Amy groaned.

"What?"

"We only shopped for six."

I actually laughed, expecting another diatribe about me subjugating 
women. "I'm not keeping them, bozo."

She flushed, but grinned.

"Now. We are going up there. I don't want to hear a peep out of any of 
you. No matter what you see. What you hear. Got it? If I hear you 
sneeze, I'll gag you for the rest of the afternoon. You stay where I 
put you. Jane? You understand?"

"I understand." She flashed me a mischievous grin. "Why are you 
picking on me?"

"You know full well why I'm picking on you. I'm serious here. You 
won't enjoy the punishment. I'm not kidding. I have half a mind to gag 
you right now and avoid the trouble later."

She paled a bit. "I'll be good. I promise."

The girls stopped out of habit as I guided them towards the door 
marked Private. I almost laughed.

"Since when is anything private around me?"

The girls smiled ruefully and waited for me to open the door for them. 
We all climbed the short flight of steps together. Christi and Jane 
ahead. Me and Amy trailing. Their bare feet scuffing at the stairs.

"Remember. Not a peep." We approached the manager's office door.

I opened the door and the girls filed silently into the now crowded 
office. I gently took the clothespins from Jane and the three nude 
beauties sank to their knees on the threadbare carpet just behind 
Julie's chair.

I was immediately faced with questions from Kara.

"What the fuck is going on here?" She was beginning to recognize that 
this wasn't your average hold up, break and enter, or rape scenario.

"I thought I told you to watch your language."

"I want to know who the hell they are? And how the fuck you managed to 
get them in here like that?"

I could see the desire burning in Jane's eyes. Wanting to explain to 
this woman what was going on. Make her understand not to disobey. Help 
her. She managed to keep her tongue. I glanced around the room. 
Christi and Amy were sitting back on their calves trying to be 
impassive. Not really succeeding, but trying. Julie was just staring 
over her shoulder at the new passive women. Frightened out of her 
mind. Realizing suddenly that events had passed far beyond her ability 
to understand and control them. Beginning to realize that rape might 
be the least of her concerns.

I sighed. I sat back on the desk in front of Kara.

"Kara. Kara. Kara."

"That isn't my fucking name. Are you going to answer me? Who are 
they?"

"Kara. Each time you swear, you get another one of these on you. 
Eventually, you aren't going to care about cursing anymore."

"What?"

I reached forward and grasped a small pinch of flesh on her right 
breast. Just above her budding nipple. I snapped a clothespin over the 
patch of skin. It stood up from her flesh like a small tower.

She cried out. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? That hurts."

"I know it hurts. What does that make? Seven? Or eight?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Patiently I looked into her frightened eyes. "Kara. I told you. 
Unladylike language."

Her eyes teared up. "Please? What do you expect from me?"

It was Amy that broke the silence. Surprised the hell out of me. I was 
sure it was going to be Jane if any of them.

"Ma'am. Please. You have to listen to him. Believe me. I'm going to be 
punished horribly for even opening my mouth. But. He's going to hurt 
you like you've never been hurt before if you don't listen. If he told 
you not to curse, you can't. No matter how much you want to. Please."

I dropped off the desk and rummaged through the pack. I picked up a 
red ball gag and walked over to Amy. She closed her eyes. Shaking her 
head.

"Please. Master. I was only trying to help."

"Do you know why you are being gagged?"

"Yes." Tears were running down her face.

"Why?"

"Because I was ordered not to speak. But. Please. I couldn't help it."

"I know. And you are a brave girl. Silly. But brave. She won't listen 
to you, you know?"

Tears just rolled down her cheeks and she opened her mouth.

"You are just going to let him gag you? Just like that?" Kara asked 
incredulously.

Amy opened her eyes. "Please. I knew what I was getting into when I 
opened my mouth. If I don't let him, he'll just gag me more painfully 
and then whip me or something. Something I won't like. Easier just to 
take my punishment. Please don't let it go to waste. Listen to him."

Her words were cut off as I pressed the gag gently into her accepting 
mouth behind her white teeth. Her eyes still trying to express her 
earnestness over top of her stretched mouth. She held it easily in her 
mouth as I moved to the back of her neck. I buckled it behind her head 
but didn't wrench it into her. She'd be uncomfortable, but as long as 
I didn't leave it in for hours on end, she'd be alright. She'd end up 
with a slightly sore jaw. Nothing worse. No more outbursts out of her.

"Hands."

The glum girl just obediently raised her cuffed wrists. I removed the 
left cuff and she unconsciously touched her lips, stretched around the 
ball. She moaned and then realized that I hadn't given her permission 
to move her free hand. She paled a bit and placed her left hand back 
into position with her right. I grasped her wrists and moved them 
behind her. I could hear her protesting behind the gag, but couldn't 
understand her words. I clipped her wrists back together behind her 
and then rose.

I returned to the desk and sat back in from of Kara.

"Now. Where were we?"

"Please don't do this."

"Clothespins, right?"

"You were placing eight clothespins on my tits for my swearing." 
Kara's attitude seemed to have changed with the appeal from Amy. Maybe 
she was beginning to realize that she was in some real trouble and she 
better start cooperating if she expected to get out without some real 
pain. Perhaps realizing that Amy had taken punishment for her to try 
and warn her.

I began to systematically attach the clothespins to the firm flesh of 
her bare breasts. She squirmed against he ropes holding her, but not 
significantly. Twisting her body probably was painful in itself with 
the tight bonds. She cried out as the sixth one settled into her left 
breast. Julie was still softly crying behind me. Not being able to 
stop.

"Now. The hard part."

"Please. Not the nipples."

I nodded. "You ready?"

"Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll never swear again. As long as I 
live. I'll do whatever you want. God. Please. You don't have any idea 
how much that is going to hurt. These hurt enough. I'm begging you."

I reached out and touched her right nipple. I could see the 
concentration across her face. Trying not to squirm. Trying not to 
twist away. Trying not to react to my gentle caresses. She lost. Her 
nipple hardened involuntarily and she screamed as the clamp squeezed 
the tip. She thrashed in her bonds. Shaking herself. Trying to 
dislodge the pain.

"Ahhhh. Noooooooo. Oh my god. Oh my god. It hurts. Please take it off 
me. I'll do anything you want. I'll fu ... make love to you. Any way 
you want it. Please."

I waited for her to calm. The pain to subside to a dull throbbing in 
her nipple.

"Kara?"

She turned her head. Looking at me through bleary eyes.

"If you mean love making, you can say fuck. That's acceptable. It's 
only when you embellish with it. 'Fucking bastard' doesn't really 
sound very ladylike. Unless you are in pain, like now, in which case I 
can sort of understand losing your composure."

"You fu ... bastard."

"See. You are getting the idea."

I reached out and lightly touched her left nipple.

"Please no. I'll do anything you want. I'll fuck you. I'll crawl for 
you. I'll do anything you want. I'll degrade myself. But please. Don't 
clamp my other nipple. It hurts so much."

She didn't even try beyond the begging. Her nipple slowly tightened to 
my touch. Again she screamed out her pain as the clothespin closed on 
her.

"Argh. No. No. Please. Oh God. My tits. It hurts so goddamn much. 
Please take them off me. I'll do anything."

I leaned back on my hands and watched the woman as she hurt and 
pleaded. Finally the pain peaked and descended into that dull 
throbbing. She was breathing hard. Her clothespin decorated breasts 
rising and falling with her distress.

I hopped off the table. Done tormenting her for the moment. I looked 
out the window. I had a fine view of the front of the store. Cashiers. 
Front doors. The works.

I turned around. Jane and Christi looked pained. Having to watch Kara 
sitting there naked as she had to watch her breasts being tortured. 
Wanting to comfort her. Wanting to at least say something. But somehow 
holding their tongues. All they had to do was look at Amy. Head hung, 
gagged. Hands cuffed behind her back instead of in front. Actually I 
was proud of them. It must have been near impossible for Jane to keep 
quiet.

Julie just sat and cried in her chair. Trying to pretend that she 
wasn't handcuffed naked in some interviewer's office. Waiting to be 
tortured.

"Ladies?"

All the heads in the room perked up as I addressed them.

"Kara and Julie. I want you to think about something. Okay? I have a 
few other things to do. When I get back, I expect you both to be ready 
to have sex."

Julie looked up at me. I was surprised after all she'd seen that she'd 
care. "I thought you said you wouldn't rape me."

"And I'm not going to. I meant have sex with each other."

"You have to be joking."

I turned back to the window. "Just be prepared. I am going to ask you 
to do it. Ask Kara what the price of disobedience is. Hell just look 
at her chest."





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