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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.
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 45 - Time Out Of Time ]
By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

I walked around and sat down cross-legged beside Jane's bare right
knee. I
watched the straining girl. Her eyes closed. Breathing hard. I could
see the
perspiration on her as she struggled with her own body. Feeling the
sensations from the girl tonguing her. The fading pain from the welts on
her bouncing breasts. Jumping every time Christi brought the crop down
again on Kimberly's feet. Kimberly screaming and moaning into Jane's
body.

Jane finally opened her eyes and saw me watching her.

She hissed. "You bastard. I won't beg you."

"Kimberly is going to hurt a lot then."

"You goddamn bastard."

I nodded. And I reached out and grasped one of Jane's erect nipples
between
my thumb and forefinger. I began to increase the pressure. Carefully
twisting
the nubbin of flesh. Intently watching her face as she struggled with
the
pain in her breast. Finally she cried out softly. But didn't tell me to
stop. Still didn't beg. Strong girl. I reached out and did the same to
her 
other nipple. This time it didn't take as long before she was moaning
with 
the pain.

I heard the crop fall again on Kimberly's feet and the tortured scream
from
the bound lady, pushing against Jane's vagina. I could see her tongue
darting.
Touching. Caressing the suffering woman.

I began to lightly slap Jane's breasts. Loving the sound and the feel of
her beneath my hand. Loving her soft cries. Alternating, light slap.
Caress. 
Jane gasped at the first blow, and sighed at the caresses. Kimberly
still 
hurting and working between Jane's legs. The slaps were really only for 
effect. Though I'm sure that she felt the blows, there is no way they
hurt 
anywhere near how much the crop must have. They just sounded worse
than they
were.

I watched as Jane pressed herself down against Kimberly's soft tongue.
Feeling
my hands at her bare breasts. Pulling weakly against the handcuffs.
Shifting
her weight on her knees. Another blow to Kimberly's feet. Another to
Jane's
heaving breasts. Jane forced to raise herself from Kimberly's mouth.
Knowing
the penalty for climaxing without permission. Wanting it. Not being
able to 
stop herself from lowering herself back to the soft love from
Kimberly's mouth.
Struggling with herself.

Finally, she groaned as I landed a harder blow to her heaving breasts.
Stung
my hand a little.

"God. Please."

"Please what, Jane?"

"Oh God. I can't stand it any longer. Please."

"What do you want, Jane?"

"Oh God. Hit me."

"Huh?" I wasn't expecting that.

"Hit my boobs harder, goddamn it."

"Why?" I rolled with it.

"Please. Oh God. I don't believe I'm going to do this. Please. I need
to come.
Shit. Please let me climax. Please stop hitting her."

Another scream from Kimberly.

"Hit my boobs. Hard. Please. You bastard. Hit me."

I let my hand fall a little harder on her bare breasts. Slapping them.
Her
breasts dancing on her chest from my slaps and her own movement.

"Harder. Goddamn it."

Pressing herself onto Kimberly's tongue. Forcing herself to rise again
on
her knees. Moving away from the stimulation. Not letting herself come.
Knowing
I hadn't yet allowed her.

"Please. Master. A slave is begging for her release. She needs to
climax.
Please stop hitting Kimberly. Oh my God. Hit my boobs. Please, sir, your
slave needs to come. Please let her come. Please ... please."

Mixing her slave talk. But even completely distracted, she managed to do
a passable job. A bit confusing who she was talking about, but it didn't
matter. She had settled herself back down on Kimberly's face. I 
reached forward and gripped her hair at the base of her head. I slowly
increased the pressure until Jane's head began to bend backwards.
Exposing
her soft throat. Her body shaking and heaving. Trying to control her
orgasm.

"Oh God. Yes. Hurt me. Please let your slave climax. God. I can't stop
it
much longer. Please God. Let him allow me to come. Please. I can't
take it."

I timed it with the last stroke to Kimberly's bare feet. The exhausted
woman
screamed again with the pain settling into the bottom of her feet. I
gave
Jane's hair a final hard yank, while giving her an extra hard slap to
the
right breast, catching her nipple. She cried out as I whispered in her
ear,
"You can climax."

I'll never know if she began before I whispered it, or if she managed to
wait for the permission. Either way, I wasn't about to punish her. She
exploded in her orgasm. Pulling her head away from my grasping hand.
Almost
smothering Kimberly with the force of the orgasm. Her whole body
tensing and
shuddering. She was just about to come down when another wave took her
and I leaned back watching the woman shudder through another orgasm,
crying
out in pain and pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity
but
realistically was probably only fifteen seconds or so, she collapsed.
Simply 
fell to the side, without the use of her hands. Crumpling on the floor. 
Trying to catch her breath. Bare breasts heaving. Softly crying.

I watched as Kimberly pulled her tongue back into her mouth. Working it
around. Trying to get the taste off and work the cramps out of it.
Christi,
stunned, just dropped the crop on the floor and crawled as quickly as
she could to Jane's fallen form. Gathering the sobbing woman into her
lap 
as best she could. Comforting her. Kimberly softly crying as well.

I left them alone for a few minutes and then approached Christi and
Jane.

Jane looked up from Christi's bare lap and fixed me with a steady
gaze, her
eyes teary.

"You were right, you bastard."

Surprised. "I was?"

Her face flushed completely. Bright red. "And you know it. You made me
beg. 
And it wasn't just to stop Kimberly's pain, you bastard," she said to
me 
accusingly. "God." Her eyes brimmed with tears again and she fell into
more 
gentle crying again. Softly. "What am I going to do? Oh God. I hate
myself."

Christi looked up at me, swallowed. "M-m-master?" she said. "Please sir.
I know she doesn't have the privilege of privacy. But please sir.
She's hurt.
More than if you'd whipped her. Please. I'll take care of her. Promise.
Please?"

I nodded. I didn't really know how to handle the sobbing woman anyway.
I'd
managed to get myself into the situation, and I'm sure that had I tried,
I could have resolved it. Somehow. But I was also sure that Christi was
right. Right now, she just needed to be left alone. Especially by me.
This
was only something another woman might understand. And Christi had
picked up
the pieces of other women that I'd pushed too far. I rose quietly to my
feet, picked up the thermos and simply walked away. Listening to Jane
sob.
Christi whispering to her. Trying to comfort her.

I found the office. Door ajar. I quickly refilled the thermos with cold
water and sat down at the table. I relaxed for a few minutes. Confident
that the women wouldn't try anything. I still had plans for Kimberly
before I decided what to ultimately do with her.

I slowly made my way back to the captives. I was careful walking back.
This
was a hardware store after all. All I needed was for Christi or Jane to
decide that an axe in my head might make life easier on them.
Normally, I
doubt if they would've taken the chance of failing. But I'd pushed them
pretty hard this morning. Especially Jane. They didn't realize the
dangers. 
Neither did I fully understand them. Regardless, an axe in the brain
didn't 
sound like much fun. Better safe than sorry. I kept my eyes open on
the return
trip.

I made my way back to the center of the store uneventfully. The women
were 
where I had left them. Behaving. I stood at the periphery of the aisle
where 
the women were. I watched them as Christi spoke quietly to the still
upset 
woman in her lap. Kimberly, forgotten, just crying softly to herself.
Her 
still bound breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing.

Christi turned around as I approached. She mouthed that Jane was
alright.
I smiled and nodded and Christi bent her head, giving Jane her
attention.
Jane was a really strong woman. She would be okay. But I had known
that from
the start. Christi was only making it a bit easier on her.

I knelt beside Kimberly. I spoke softly to the tormented woman.

"You okay?"

She just nodded.

"You want some more water?"

"Please, master." She must have been still really thirsty to use the
"master".

"In a moment. Okay?"

She just nodded. Resigned that she'd get her water when I gave it to
her.

"Would it do any good to beg you to let my tits out of the rope. It's
been
two days. Please."

"You don't have to beg this time. I was going to release you anyway."

She lay in her chair quietly as I began to undo the knots around her
breasts.
She gasped in pain as the blood rushed back into the mounds as the
breasts
ties were released. As she said it had been two days.

"Oh God. That hurts," she hissed. "I've never felt pins and needles on
my
tits before. OW." Her whole body was twitching. I was sure that the only
thing she wanted to do was cradle those breasts. Her hands still tied,
she just had to suffer through the discomfort.

When the pain reduced, she looked up at me. "Thank-you."

"For what?"

"For letting my tits go. You have no idea how uncomfortable that was.
I cried
most of the first day you left me because of those damn ropes. I
prayed that
you'd come back to take those ropes off. I didn't care what else you
did 
to me."

I idly stroked her bare breasts and she suffered the indignity in
silence.

"If I untie you from that chair, will you behave?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. Remember I still have the gun, unless you want to be really
uncomfortable for another two days, you'll behave. Okay?"

She nodded.

I righted the chair, taking the pressure off her bound arms. She drew
in a
sharp breath as her feet touched the floor. The cold tile probably
causing
all sorts of pain to the bottom of her abused feet. I began to loosen
the knots 
holding her to the chair. I started at her ankles, she gasped as her 
legs were freed for the first time in two days. I'm quite sure that the
muscles had cramped. As Jane had once noted, the human body wasn't
designed
to be tied into the same position for extended periods. Muscles
cramped up
as they unconsciously fought for movement. Although I'd never
experienced
such treatment, being tied up for any extended periods, I was quite sure
that Jane was telling the truth when she said that it hurt. Kimberly
moved 
her legs around in the air as soon as they were free, completely
oblivious 
to the show she was giving me. Wiggling her toes. Gasping at the
muscles which
had suddenly made themselves known to her. A smile actually graced her
face. 
She sat still as I released her wrists from the chair. As her hands
came 
free, she put her legs down and stood. Briefly. With a cry of pain, she 
dropped to her knees against the tile. Sitting back and pulling her
sore 
feet up to see the damage the crop had inflicted. She grimaced, but
made 
no further complaint. She just wouldn't be walking for a while, but
there 
would be no lasting damage.

She sat quietly. I watched as circulation returned to various parts of
her
body. Her sitting as still as possible. Carefully shaking hands and feet
trying to get the circulation going with as little pain as possible. Her
face screwed up in tiny grimaces of pain as different parts of her body
complained. But she'd be alright.

She looked up at me standing by her. "Please master. Some food? Water?
I'll
do anything for you. For just a drop of water. Please your slave is
still
so thirsty."

I'll bet she was.

"Give me a moment."

Not really understanding why she couldn't have the water, tears began
to form,
but I watched as she willed them away. She silently turned back to
massaging
her legs trying to get the cramps out as I wandered over to the other
females.






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