Message-ID: <7229eli$9801120006@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7229.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 6) [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: <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: <19980111165306.28366.rocketmail@send1b.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. <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. 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 6] By this point, we had reached the garage. "I want you to drive us to your mother's office." "Why on Earth ..." "Just do it." She shrugged and opened the doors. We climbed in, and she struggled with the ignition and the steering wheel with her bound hands. "Why?", I asked her. "Why what," she replied as she drove slowly. She was having to weave in and out and around frozen traffic. "Why do you want to torment another woman." "Well, I don't care who it is, I'd like to torment a guy, but I doubt if you'll let me do that. I'd even torment Kimberly again if you want." "Why?" "Oh God. Here goes. I've always had these fantasies about being dominant. Having complete control over someone. Tying them up. Humiliating them. Taking away every scrap of dignity. Like what you did to Kimberly. Mostly guys though. It turns me on. But, you have you understand, I'd never do that in real life. Never hurt someone intentionally. Never torture someone. It's just a fantasy dammit", tears were beginning to form in her eyes. "I was struggling between enjoying torturing Kimberly and running from my feelings, that's all. It's all very confusing. God." I had to grab the wheel and swerve around a truck that Christi was about to drive into. Her eyes had clouded over and the tears were blurring her vision. "Stop the car before you kill us." Christi hit the brakes. "So, you actually enjoyed torturing Kimberly." "Sort of. Yeah. But I was so torn. It just seemed so cruel and unnecessary. If I could have I would have killed you for making me to that to her. But something deep down inside me sort of liked having that power as well. And now that you've explained that the domination isn't permanent, that eventually everything goes back to normal and everyone forgets everything, I figure that I might as well have fun, if I can. If you'll let me." "What about when I dominate you?" "Well, I have to be honest, I don't enjoy that, so I guess you can still have your fun with me. It is so foreign to be sitting here handcuffed and naked talking to my tormentor. God, I hated you at first. Still do when you're making me do things I don't want." "Okay, I got some things to think about here. Keep driving, and keep quiet unless I say that you can talk." She looked heartbroken but she shut up and began driving again. I had to decide if this was a ploy to get out of me hurting, humiliating and dominating her. To become a partner while I had control of her perhaps to get me to let down my guard. But what would that gain her? Nothing while I controlled time. I could hand her my gun, and easily stop time before she had any chance to use it. And she would be risking such unimaginable punishment. And even if she did manage to kill me somehow in this time line, the equations say that without the controlling thought patterns, time will merely resume at the point where it left off. With me alive and well. It simply didn't make sense. Or was she telling the truth about her dominant feelings. If she was telling the truth then she might be real fun because she normally wasn't submissive. And it might be more fun still to have help tormenting other women with a more-or-less willing participant. What to do? I was still tossing these things around in my mind when we pulled into an office building parking lot. I had Christi park in a handicapped spot and I led her into the building. Elevators didn't seem like a great idea, hard to determine where to cast an appropriate time bubble to ensure that they work and everything else remains frozen. So I had Christi pad barefoot up the fire stairs in front of me. By the seventeenth floor she was winded. She opened the fire door to get onto the floor. She led me to an office complex where her mother had a closed in office. She was sitting at the desk apparently talking on the phone. She was a trim woman in her late thirties or early forties. I could tell that Christi was uncomfortable, by the way she had stiffened, being in the office, collared, naked, and still handcuffed in front of her mother. Despite the fact that her mother was frozen and completely unaware of the events going on around her. Looking at the faces, I could see the family resemblance between the two women, though the mother was slightly more petite and brunette whereas Christi was stronger, taller and blonde. I moved forward and moved the phone from her mother's ear and hung it up. The name plate on the desk said her name was "Linda LaSalle". "Okay. I am going to start up time in the office in a moment," I informed Christi, "your mother is going to believe that we just appeared out of thin air, since that is essentially what it will look like to her. I am going to hold the gun to your head. You have to calm her down, remember that she doesn't know anything about this time stuff, so she'll think that the rest of the office is still operating as normal. I want her to think that. I am going to use the threat of hurting you to control her. Got it. If you perform well, I'll provide a situation where you can completely dominate the woman of your choice. Cool?" Christi gulped and nodded. She knew that she was going to find herself naked, cuffed in front of her mother in a moment. And she was going to have to get her own mother into a similar situation. I idly wondered how Kimberly was doing tied in her chair in the hardware store, nipples on fire, breasts aching, alone. _________________________________________________________ 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>