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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-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
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Chapter 114 - Time Out Of Time
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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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I looked at the paddle in my hand. It was a small leather paddle about
the size of a table tennis racquet. I let it fall experimentally into
my left hand, cringing at the pain with even that light blow. I wasn't
going to be able to hit her very hard with this, if I expected her to
keep her screams in.
Jane looked up at me with fear evident in her eyes.
"You don't have to do this. Let us go. We'll do whatever you want."
I touched her face with the paddle, stroking it gently. She cringed a
bit at the touch, but managed to stay relatively still.
"I know, sweetheart. You'll be down soon."
"Just get it over with, then."
"You ready?"
"I just have to be quiet?"
"You can say things, but I don't want to hear any screams or protests.
That's all."
"For the first five?"
"For the first five."
"Can a slave ask how many she's going to get, in total?"
"Until I'm tired of hitting you."
"Oh God."
"Ready?"
"Not really."
I gently swung the paddle up under her bent body and let it connect
with her left breast. The blow was about as hard as the test blow I'd
put into my hand. My hand still stung, so I could imagine how much
this was going to hurt her.
She hissed, letting her breath out. She closed her eyes, gritting her
teeth.
Finally, she spoke calmly. "God. That hurts. Please don't do this.
Please."
I let the paddle flow upwards again into her hanging left breast. This
time I let it fall a little harder. She drew in another breath,
struggling not to cry out. "Oh God. Oh God. Ow. Ow. Ow," she
whispered. "Please. I can't do this."
"Would you rather me shock Elizabeth?" I glanced at the other girl.
She was hanging and crying in her ropes, trying not to pay attention
to what Jane was doing for her.
Jane just gritted her teeth and shook her head. "Go on, you fucking
bastard, hit me."
I swung the paddle, targeting the side of her breast. Again, I
increased the force of the blow a little. Tears formed in her eyes and
she struggled with the pain of the stroke. "Fuck," she whispered.
"Please. No more. I'm begging you. Just let me down. Please?" She
pulled at the handcuffs holding her arms in their awkward position.
"You are doing great, Jane."
"Fucking easy for you to say. Christ, my boob hurts. Please."
"Would you like a rest?"
"Please. Just a few minutes."
"Alright." I knelt in front of her and ran my fingers down her left
breast. I'd been avoiding the right one because of the nipple clamp
attaching her to Elizabeth. I intended to really test her with the
last stroke. I ran my fingers lightly down her bodice until I reached
the hem of her dress. She obediently spread her legs apart as I
traveled my fingers up her thigh and touched her lips. I could feel
her wetness without even parting her. She moaned at the touches. I
looked at her face hanging down, trying to watch where I was going.
She was bright red, knowing what her reaction to the pain was. I let
one finger slip inside of her, causing a groan and a few struggles in
the bound female. But she didn't protest the invasion of her body, in
fact she pressed against the pressure of my finger lightly.
I withdrew from her, holding my damp finger in front of her. She
closed her eyes and allowed her tongue to lick the finger, probably
hoping that her actions might cause me to forget about hitting her.
When she had licked all of herself off my finger, she looked up at me,
questions in her eyes.
"Yes, little one. You managed to get yourself out of a few strokes.
But you still have to take the five."
She breathed a little easier. I let her relax for a few more minutes
and then stepped forward.
"Please," she begged simply as I swung the paddle. This time I aimed
directly for her defenseless left nipple. She closed her eyes as the
intense pain washed over her mind. She fought with it, and managed to
keep her mouth closed against it. Finally she allowed herself to
quietly verbalize it.
"Oh God. Please. No more. Stop. I can't do this. It hurts too much.
I'm going to scream if you hit me again. I can't help it."
"It's worse than that, Janey. The next one is on your right breast."
Her face registered confusion until she realized that she was still
clamped on her right nipple.
"Oh God. Please no."
"If you can resist that scream, I'll let you both down."
"God no. Please. I can't do it. It hurts already. Please?"
I carefully swung the leather up towards her right breast, ensuring
that it would hit her trapped nipple. She threw back her head and her
mouth involuntarily opened in a silent scream. Her vocal cords wouldn't
even work, she was in that much agony. Her voice finally returned to
her and she let out an incomprehensible screech of pain and agony.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. No. Ow. Oh God. I can't.
Fuck. My boobs. Oh my fucking God. Please. No. Ow. Ow. Fuck that
hurt."
Tears rolled down her face as she realized that she hadn't been able
to keep her voice down on the fifth. She immediately began to beg
pitifully.
"Oh God. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scream. I couldn't help it. Oh
God. Please don't shock her. Hit me again. I'll be quiet. I promise.
God." She collapsed into sobbing. Defeated. "I'm so sorry, Elizabeth."
I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. She looked at me,
pleading in her eyes.
"Hit me again. I'll be good. I won't scream. Hit my clamped nipple
again. I swear I can do it. Please," she whispered to me.
I kissed her face.
"You don't have to Jane. That's the end. Five. You did better than I
thought you would."
She collapsed sobbing, defeated, upset and in incredible pain. Her
failure meant pain for Elizabeth, and she knew it. Her anguish was
evident on her tear streaked face.
I returned to the chair, picking up the box and shifting it from hand
to hand. Sheila looked up at me from her knees.
"I couldn't have taken that either. I know how much that paddle
hurts."
"Jane did well."
"Please. Master? Can I go to Jane? Please? She helped me when I was
hurt."
I nodded. Sheila didn't even bother getting to her bare feet, but just
crawled over to where Jane was bound. She whispered to her and Jane
nodded. Tentatively, Sheila reached up and began to caress Jane's
breasts, kneading out the pain and soreness, occasionally using her
lips to almost kiss the sore orbs better. I watched Sheila comfort the
crying woman above her for a while then made my decision.
"Sheila?"
"Yes sir?" She turned away from massaging Jane for a moment.
"Bring the probes here, alright?"
She looked confused.
"The ones currently in Elizabeth?" I replied to her unspoken question.
Elizabeth looked up sharply at me, relief evident in her face. Sheila
crawled over to the naked woman and put her hand in front of her face.
Elizabeth thankfully let the suction of her cheeks relax and dropped
the silver probe into Sheila's hand. Sheila then moved between
Elizabeth's stretched legs and pulled at the tape, slowly easing the
silver phallus from her as Elizabeth gasped. She shuffled forward with
the probes in her hand.
"Thank-you," she whispered as she handed me the instruments of
torment. "She would have passed out, you know."
I stroked the bare girl's hair and guided her more comfortably to her
knees.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes sir?" she said with a quiver in her voice.
"Don't you think you should thank Jane?"
"Oh God, I would kiss her feet if I could." She turned to Jane to whom
she was still connected via the nipple chain. "Thank-you. I don't
think I could have taken another one. Thank-you." Tears were running
down Elizabeth's face as she spoke.
Jane was still in tears from her sore breasts, but I thought I saw her
nod her head in acknowledgment.
Elizabeth turned and looked up at me, tears running down her face as
well.
"Master? Can your slave speak?" her voice cracked as she struggled
with her pain and tears.
I nodded.
"Please Master. Your slave is so sorry. She's been sorry since you
brought her into this room. Please, allow your slave to do what you
wanted from her in the first place. She'll do it gladly. She doesn't
want to be punished anymore. Please?"
That was a lot better than earlier. I rose and walked back to the
bound nude girl. I bent and released her ankle cuffs. She didn't
immediately close her legs, not knowing if she had permission or not
to do so.
I released her nipple clamp next. She cried out as I released the
pressure and her blood flowed back into the sensitive flesh. She kept
still, though. Jane cried out as I dropped the clamp to the floor,
pulling at her still trapped and very sore nipple. I regretted it
almost as soon as I did it. I hadn't meant to hurt Jane further. I
stopped releasing Elizabeth and turned to the still sobbing girl
beside her. As an act of kindness, I released Jane's nipple from the
clamp as well. To her credit she had never begged for it's removal,
and I knew that she hated the clamps, perhaps more than anything. I
gently kissed the sore nipple and Jane flinched at the touch.
Leaving her to her tears, I returned to Elizabeth, finally letting her
hands down. She remained bent over, but was unable to hold her hands
up without the rope. She fell to her knees, sobbing in relief. She'd
probably been dreaming of this moment since this had all begun.
"Oh God. Thank-you," she whispered.
I released her wrists from her bonds and guided her to her knees,
hands in front of her.
"Jane?" she whispered.
"I'll let her down in a while."
"Don't hurt her anymore. She doesn't deserve it. I'd rather go back up
there. Please."
"I won't hurt her much more."
"Oh God."
"Can you crawl?"
I watched as the freed girl flexed some of her sore limbs. She nodded
silently, tears brimming in her eyes as she realized that she didn't
have much choice. She would crawl if I told her to, sore or not.
I reached down and carefully gripped Elizabeth's red hair, gently
guiding her to her hands and knees. She knew that she was expected to
crawl, and she strained to keep her balance with her thighs and arms
protesting. I knew crawling, or even standing, was going to be hard
for the naked beauty, but she had been spared a lot of the pain I was
intending for her. This discomfort wasn't in the same league.
I was approaching the door as Sheila's musical voice called softly out
to me.
"Master? Can this slave go to Jane? Please? Don't leave her alone like
that. She's hurt."
Sheila could see that I'd intended to leave Jane in her bondage until
I returned, and she knew that Jane's arms had to be aching horribly
being bound above her like that. I wanted her to stay there, but I
couldn't see any problem with letting Sheila try to comfort her while
I was gone.
I nodded to Sheila and watched as she crawled forward whispering to
Jane, who was still crying softly in her ropes.
I turned and continued to guide Elizabeth out into the hallway and
towards the master bedroom with her hair. She cried out once as she
stumbled and I wasn't able to release her hair quickly enough. She
struggled back to her hands and knees, tears in her eyes, and waited
for me to take her hair leash before falling back into the unfamiliar
gait.
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