Message-ID: <7717eli$9801231814@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7717.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 14) [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: <19980123042419.889.rocketmail@send1a.yahoomail.com> I'm not sure if anyone ever reads the tops of these things. But here goes anyway. I am posting chapters 14 and 15 of Time Out Of Time. Gets me up to a nice round number. The story is far from over. For those of you who are following the saga and have sent in comments and suggestions, I thank you. The Crimson Dragon is going on a well deserved vacation for a couple of weeks. I am trying my best to keep up with all the e-mail that this story has generated, but I fear that I will fall behind in the next couple of weeks. I will answer all e-mail (except spam of course) eventually. But don't be surprised if it takes until sometime in Feb. Don't let this discourage you from sending in your comments. I will continue posting the story as soon as possible. Okay. 'nuff said. On with the story. Cheers, -crimson ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 14 - Time Out Of Time] I climbed back into the back seat with Christi. She stirred in her sleep but didn't wake. "Okay, Liz, on to the mall." After a while, Liz announced that they had arrived. I must have dozed a bit myself. Christi awoke and sat up. I toyed with the idea of punishing her for sitting up without permission but satisfied myself with chastising her. "Wasn't my last order to lie down in the back seat?" Her face didn't register comprehension, not quite understanding why she wasn't allowed to sit up. But after a brief glance, and a look of worry, quietly lowered herself back to the seat. "Park up near the door." Liz drove through the crowded parking lot and parked up near the entrance to the mall. The mall was reasonable crowded. Lots of cars. Lots of people. After we'd parked, I ordered Christi to get out of the car. She struggled with the chains binding her, but managed to crawl out of the car. I leaned forward over the seat and used another pair of handcuffs to secure Liz's wrists to the steering wheel. "Why?" was all she asked. "Because I might need a ride later." "You said you'd let us go. Is Cathy alright?" she was crying. "I'll let you go if I decide that I don't need a ride." "Please let us go. We didn't do anything to you." "I know. Christi and I are just going into the mall for a while. You want to come?" She quickly realized that she probably didn't want to come along and shook her head. "Please, can't you let Cathy go? I'll stay with you if you need a hostage. I'll do whatever you say. You can even tie my tits up tight again. Please." "My dear, I can do whatever I want to both you and Catherine. Whether you want it to happen or not." Tears began to fall from her eyes again. "But I'll consider letting Catherine go. If you promise to cooperate with me. And you'll allow yourself to be punished for her leaving." She cried a bit more but nodded. "I'll do anything you want." She sounded completely defeated. I finished cuffing her to the steering wheel and stepped out of the car. I cracked a window for her, since she couldn't do it herself and left her quietly crying behind the wheel. I walked around the car to find Christi on her knees on the asphalt beside the passenger door. Her subservience surprised me, but I'll admit, her demeanor cut off most thoughts of punishing her. Hard to punish someone so willing to please. "Wrists." She obediently held up her wrists. I unlocked the steel bands which had held her so long. She idly rubbed her wrists, "What are you planning to do in the mall?" "Oh, I have some ideas." "I'll bet. Do they include me? Should I be getting my tongue ready?" I just smiled and she groaned. "Hands and knees." "Oh please don't make me crawl again. You have no idea how humiliating it is." "But it is fun to watch." "God." she began to crawl. Her ankles still in the hated ankle hobble made the journey extremely slow and probably more painful for the naked woman at my feet. But we took our time. Hampton Mall is a smallish strip mall with mainly clothing stores and specialty boutiques. My real reason for coming here was the specialty adults only store near the far end of the mall. We moved very slowly up the main isle of the mall. I could tell that Christi was feeling the roughness of the tile floor against her hands and knees, but I forced her to continue that way, despite its slowness and despite her repeated requests to walk "normally." Finally, after I had ignored her for some time, she had given up and resigned herself to the fact that she was going to crawl, like it or not. I forced her to crawl the entire length of the mall, crawling around frozen people. She must have been getting used to the idea that she could be crawling naked, chained through a mall and that nobody was going to notice except her captor. We arrived in front of the adult store and I saw her look up at the sign and groan. "Not more toys." "Yup." I opened the door and let her crawl in. "To your feet." She looked up at me in amazement, she had been crawling so long. She didn't need a second instruction, but scrambled to her bare feet. Since her hands were uncuffed, it was much easier on her to rise this time. I glanced around the store. Magazines. A female cashier. Two customers. One browsing through the movies. Another female checking out the vibrators. Shelves of sex toys. Christi's eyes widened. "Have you ever been in one of these stores before?" "Naked and chained? Or just normally." I just gave her a withering look. She actually smiled and almost laughed. "No. In either state. Though I've often wondered what one was like inside." "Well, here's your chance. I want you to pick up some stuff for me." "Like what?" "Well, some bondage movies." "Big surprise." "And some vibrators. Different sizes. You need the clerk to help you?" "Please no. I think I can do it on my own," the thought of her naked and chained and having to ask the clerk to help went through her head. Not to mention how I might convince the girl to help. Christi wandered off to complete her task while I wandered over to the magazine rack and picked up some bondage related magazines. I wandered over to the B&D racks and picked up some leather cuffs, chains, padlocks, a riding crop, some extra steel cuffs, a leather hood, some nipple clamps and various other interesting items. I threw everything in a bag and wandered back to Christi. She had an armful of vibrators, all different sizes and shapes. She was just looking through the movies. She turned as I approached. "I'll bet you want the rough and rape type as opposed to the gentle and kind ones." "Pick up a couple of each." I held the bag open for her choices. She dumped the vibrators into the bag. I saw her shudder as she saw the stuff that I had already placed in it. The nipple clamps were on top. She quickly chose a couple of videos and tossed them into the bag as well. I looked at her and without me even having to say anything, she simply held her wrists out. I locked them together with the handcuffs and watched as she twisted her wrists a bit to find the most comfortable position. As we walked out of the store, I began to talk to her. _________________________________________________________ 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>