Message-ID: <12591eli$9806291303@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12591.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 111 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [111/???] 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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980629115340.8483.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-consensual 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 111 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Truthfully, between the syrup play and this punishment, I was more than ready to take advantage of Jane's offer. I knew that she'd gladly have sex with me, and it wouldn't be entirely forced. Tempting as it was, I wanted to finish this first. I looked back up at the girls as my right hand strayed to stroke gently at Sheila's hair as she knelt quietly beside me. Jane's tears had stopped reasonably quickly and she stood resigned that she was going to have to endure whatever I had planned. At least she wasn't blindfolded or forced to stand feet wide as Elizabeth was. I'd even allowed her to keep her dress for the moment, though it was pulled down revealing her breasts. But in her current position, there wasn't much she could do about that. Elizabeth stood in her bonds and cried quietly, not even aware of where I was, or if I was watching her. She twisted her trapped wrists occasionally, testing her tether, desperately wanting out of this. After a few minutes, Elizabeth shifted a bit, turning her head towards where she thought I was. "M-master?" she inquired a bit to my left. "What can I do for you?" I asked her innocently. Her head reoriented on my voice and she spoke more towards me, her ears guiding her. "My arms hurt." "They're supposed to." "Please let me down. I'll do whatever you want. I promise. I'll be good." "I still have more planned for your defenseless little body." "Please. I've learned my lesson. I'll do what you want. I'll beg you if you want." "I want you to beg. For your next punishment." "Please no." "Elizabeth?" "Alright. What are you going to do to me?" "You and Jane." "Me and Jane," she hung her head obscuring my view of her bare breasts with her hair. "Just beg me to continue your punishment." "Oh God." She swallowed, a flush rising over her entire body. "Um. Th-this slave ... I can't do this. Please." "For every moment you procrastinate, I double the amount of time you and Jane spend here." "Oh God. I'm sorry. This slave begs for her punishment. Please do whatever you are going to us. Please?" "Do you deserve your punishment?" She stopped. She brought her head back up as if to look at me. I could tell by the set of her mouth that she didn't know what she was supposed to say. Truth, or what she thought I wanted to hear. "This slave doesn't know. Does she deserve punishment?" "Weren't you ever taught not to answer a question with a question?" I tormented the nude bound woman. "Oh God. I don't know. Please." "Do you deserve punishment?" She took a deep breath. I could see her bare body shaking as she struggled to find the right answer. She finally whispered, "Yes. This slave deserves her correction." Her voice picked up speed, "Please, Master, but Jane doesn't. Please let her go." I walked over to her silently and crouched in front of her. I traced my finger down her cheek gently. Not expecting the touch, she jumped, putting more strain on her bound arms and moaning. She carefully placed herself back into her bent position and murmured, "This slave is sorry for moving. You can touch me." "Startled you?" "Please. I can't see. Please don't punish me. You can touch me wherever you want. Face. Tits. Ass. Legs. Anything. I wasn't trying to resist. Please." I kissed her cheek and spoke gently to her. "I know. Relax. I understand." "Thank-you," she mumbled as she hung in her position. I noticed her toes curling as she fought down her humiliation. I sat on the floor in front of her and simply looked over her tight body. She was straining against her bonds, moaning as she felt the aches settle further into her muscles. I waited for her to speak again. "Sir? Are you still there?" "I'm here." "Please. What are you going to do to us? This hurts. Is this my punishment? To stand here like this?" "Not all of it." "Oh God. Please. You don't need to hit me. I've learned what I'm supposed to. I'll never disobey again. It doesn't matter if I want to do something or not, I'll just do it." "Fair enough. But I want to make sure you won't forget it." "I won't. I swear it." I rose to my feet and padded back to the chair. I crouched by Sheila and whispered a few instructions to her. "Please no. You have no idea how much that thing hurts." "You're right, I don't. But I'm not going to subject them to a lot of it." "Oh God." "I just need for you to get it. I won't make you use it." "Promise?" "I promise. You can sit back and watch." "Please don't use it on them. Please?" I shook my head and Sheila finally hung her head in resignation, knowing that I'd just force her to endure it as well. I was perfectly capable of getting it myself and tying her as Jane and Elizabeth were. She realized that it could be her in the bonds just as easily as Jane. She'd gladly switch places, I was sure, but there was little point to having both of them endure the punishment. Sheila rose to her bare feet and began to slowly walk towards the closet again. Tears were falling gently from her eyes as she realized the torment I was about to inflict on the two defenseless women. She'd endured it before, though not by my hand. Jane twisted in her ropes to watch as Sheila walked slowly to the closet. I saw her swallow heavily as Sheila emerged carrying the small black box and two silver probes in her hands. Draped over her right arm was a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a long silver chain and a roll of tape. Sheila knelt and laid them all at my feet on the carpet, shuddering. Jane spoke quietly from her bonds. "Please no. I've seen that thing work. Oh God. We'll do anything at all for you. You don't have to do this." "What is it, Jane?" Elizabeth spoke quietly, relying on the other to see for her. Jane looked at me seeking permission to answer. I nodded. I wanted Elizabeth to know. "Oh God. Elizabeth. It's some sort of electronic toy. I don't know how it works. But I've seen it used. On the guy that was in here before us." Tears began to fall from Jane's eyes. "It. It shocks you I guess. >From the inside. And he passed out. Screaming." "Oh God," Elizabeth mumbled. Jane looked back at me. "Please don't do this to us." "What if I was only going to do it to Elizabeth?" "You said that whatever you did to her, you'd do to me too. Please. I'm begging you." Jane began to pull a bit at her bonds. Fright was evident in her face. "That thing could kill us." I smiled at her. "Janey, sweety. It isn't going to kill you." "You won't turn it up?" "Only if you do something to deserve it." "It'll hurt us, though." "Isn't that the point of punishment?" "Please. We haven't done anything to deserve this. I'm scared. Please." I rose off the chair and picked up one of the silver probes and approached Jane. She tried to back away, but the rope holding her wrists up prevented her from going far. She only really succeeded in increasing the strain on her arms. She moaned. "Where are you going to put that thing?" she asked in fear, her eyes glued to the probe. "In you." "Oh God. Please no. I'll do anything. I'll crawl. I'll masturbate for you. I'll fuck you. Anything you want." "Where would you like it? The way I see it, you have two choices." "Please no." "Alright, I'll choose for you." "No." "Sheila, I'm going to need some lubricant." I watched as Sheila got to her feet. "I'm wet. I swear I am. You don't need lubricant. Please don't put that thing in me." "I suspect you'll need lubricant." Jane's face clouded until she realized where the thing was going if she didn't do something about it. "Oh God. No. Not there. I'll do anything. Don't do this to me. I'm begging you. Let me go. I'll kneel for you. I'll kiss your feet. Anything." "I gave you a choice." "Please. I'll choose. Not my ass. I can't take that." "You will if I tell you to." "Please no. I. This slave begs you to put it in her pussy instead. Oh God. Please." I nodded to Sheila who knelt back down. I knelt under Jane's bent form and slowly ran the probe up under her dress, tracing up her bare legs. Still crying, she spread her legs a little, accepting finally that she was going to get violated with this thing, like it or not. If she resisted she'd just be put in more pain that she couldn't stop until she agreed to have the thing in her. The probe wasn't all that wide, which surprised me considering it's primary use was as a punishment. Jane groaned, but easily took the cylinder into herself. Using a small strip of tape, I secured the intruder into her so that she wouldn't involuntarily expel it. I retreated from her. She had hung her head, her brunette hair hanging limply around her face, hiding her tears. "Please. Oh God. Please. I don't want it in me. I'll do whatever you want. Please, you don't need to do this," she begged quietly. I ignored her pleas and crouched in front of Elizabeth. I removed her blindfold, wanting her to see the probe I had. She blinked furiously in the sudden light and finally registered the probe in my hand. "Oh God. No. Please no." "Your choice where it goes." Jane whispered shakily from her position, "Elizabeth. Choose. Don't let him choose for you. Be glad he's allowing you to choose." She looked at me, tears beginning to form again in her eyes. "Oh Christ. My vagina. Please, I don't want it at all. Oh God. Please." I walked around behind her and let my finger trace through her lips. She shuddered at the touch and instinctively tried to close her legs. The cuffs held her ankles securely apart. She wasn't as lubricated as Jane, but she wasn't completely dry either. "Do you want me to lubricate this for you?" I asked the vulnerable girl. "Am I wet?" "You can't tell?" "Not really. I'm scared. Please don't do this." I thought that she was probably moist enough that it wouldn't hurt her overly to insert the probe. Spreading her lips a little, I slipped the probe between her legs. It met some resistance, but it may just have been her natural tightening at the unwanted intrusion. She groaned and cried out as she was violated, begging piteously all the time. I taped the silver contraption inside of her and walked back to the chair. I picked up the nipple clamps and chain from the floor and approached Jane. "What now? Please don't do this. You have no idea what this is going to do to us." She'd managed to control her tears again, squirming in her ropes probably trying to dislodge the probe inside of her. "I do know that in order to have you both feel it, you have to be connected, electrically." "Oh God," Jane spoke quietly as she realized how that connection was going to be made. As I carefully slipped the clamp around her erect nipple, she cried out as it tightened. This wasn't as bad as the time I'd forced her to walk from the mall, nor nearly as painful as the crop against her, but I'm sure it was uncomfortable. "Please take it off. I. I'll do anything at all." "I know you will, Janey. It's just for a little while. You can do it." "You wouldn't be so sure if you were standing here, tied up and nearly naked." I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "You'll be fine. Just look forward to the nice rest you get after this." She fought back her fright and tears and stood motionless, trying to control her breathing. Without even speaking to her, and ignoring her pleas, I did the same to Elizabeth's exposed breast, only I tightened the clamp a little more than on Jane. After all, Elizabeth was really the one being punished, here. She screamed as the clamp bit down on her, trying to twist away from the burning in her nipple, but her feet and wrists held her more or less still for me. She finally held herself as still as possible, moaning. The chain stretched between the girls, well off the floor. I smiled as I realized that any motion of one girl would transmit to the nipple of the other through the connection. By Elizabeth and Jane's postures, I'm pretty sure that they realized it as well. I quickly connected the wiring up to the girls' probes and ran the wire back so that I could sit in the chair and watch them. I plugged in the unit and twisted the setting knob to its lowest level. I had no interest in frying them, only making them uncomfortable for a while. "Please. Master? This slave begs to speak. Please?" Jane spoke quietly from her restraints. She looked like she was braced and accepting that she was going to have to experience this, but wanted to give one more attempt at avoiding the pain she knew was on its way. "What is it Jane?" My finger was playing with the glowing button which, when pressed, was going to provide them with plenty of distraction. "Oh God. This slave begs you not to press that button. She's afraid." "I know you are, sweety." "Then why? Elizabeth didn't do anything to deserve this much. Are you just playing with us?" She was a bright girl. I wasn't just doing this to punish them. Elizabeth's infraction perhaps warranted being bound for an afternoon, and perhaps a light spanking until she begged to make love to Amy. Not this. And both girls probably knew it. I was playing. I hadn't played with the girls for a while, and I needed to remind them of their place, and their lack of freedom. I'd been too lax with them, and I suspected that they'd forgotten that they could be punished whenever I chose. It sort of served a dual purpose. "Yes, Jane. I'm playing with you," I admitted. "Elizabeth didn't cause all of this." "Oh God. That makes more sense, at least." "That helps you?" "A little. I don't know why." I did. They didn't want to think that small infractions were going to result in this kind of over-reaction. And truthfully, I didn't want them thinking that either. It wasn't true, and there was no need to have them constantly worrying about minor infractions of my unreasonable rules. They were human after all. They would make mistakes, and I didn't normally care too much as long as it didn't go overboard into outright rebellion or cause me a lot of grief. "Can I do anything to convince you to take this thing out of me and let us go?" "I doubt it." "Can a slave try?" "Of course." "You've already punished Elizabeth, haven't you?" I nodded slowly. "She's learned her lesson right?" I nodded again. Elizabeth had learned her lesson as soon as I bound her arms so uncomfortably behind and above her. "You don't need to do this to her. She can't take it. Let her go. I'll entertain you if you need to play with someone. You can whip me. My breasts. My pussy. I'll stand her like this and take it. I'll scream for you. And then I'll make love to you. I'll kiss you. Please?" She had managed to keep a hold on her tears up until this point. She began to cry a little, but she was determined to try, despite how humiliating this must be for her. "I can do that to you anyway." "I'll do it willingly. I'll let you do it to me. You can have me while I'm tied up. I'll even tell you I like it." I silently rose and placed the black box down on my chair. I walked over to Jane and bent to her face. I cupped her cheeks in my hands, feeling the wetness of her tears. I gently kissed her tears away. Without answering her, I walked to the doorway, leaving the girls bound and hooked up, and let myself out into the hallway. The door closed gently behind me. _________________________________________________________ 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> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>