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

"Jane. You have to earn the next bottle."

"Oh God. What now?"

"Jane. Remember those nipple clamps I put on you a day ago?"

"Oh God. How could I forget? Please."

"I want you to go get them."

Her eyes darted to the pack. "Please no. Don't make me do this."

"Jane. Anything. Remember?"

"But why? Please. I've done everything you wanted. I don't need to be
punished. Oh God. Please don't make me wear them."

"Jane," I spoke to her a little more gently. "I just want to see you
in them. After you put them on, I'll let you give your family another
bottle of water. Okay? I'm not punishing you. You can put them on
yourself.
You don't have to tighten them beyond keeping them on your nipples. It
doesn't have to hurt. Relax. Okay?"

"Oh. Please. Alright."

She rose to her feet and walked over to where Elizabeth was quietly
kneeling
and watching this. She picked through the pack of equipment, finally
coming up
with the pair of clamps. She walked back and knelt down. She tried one
last time.

"Please don't make me wear these things. No matter what they hurt when
I move."

"Put them on Jane. Maybe later I'll let you beg to have them off."

"Oh God." Her slender fingers worked at the small wheels, drawing her
nipples into the clamps and tightening them. Wincing as she tightened
them
on herself; just tight enough that those small sensitive bits of flesh
would
hold the clamps and chain to her. Not nearly as tight as I'd done to her
to punish her. Tears threatened, but she willed them away again.

I opened the second bottle of water and held it out to her. She inched
over on her knees and grasped it with her bound hands. Taking a deep
breath
and taking a mouthful. She resumed her task. Giving water mouth to
mouth to
mouth in a big cycle. Each member of her family drinking greedily from
the
offered fluid.

As the bottle slowly depleted, I crouched beside Elaine's head. She
had a 
pretty good view of her mother's open crotch. Though I doubt if she 
appreciated the picture in front of her.

I whispered to her. "How are you feeling Elaine?"

"Better," she replied weakly.

"Would you like me to untie you?"

"More than anything in the world. Please."

"Soon."

"God, what's it like to stand?"

"Oh you won't be standing. The correct question would be, what's it
like to
kneel?"

"Whatever you want. As long as it doesn't involve me lying on the floor
in ropes."

I nodded, rose and returned to Elizabeth. She just looked up at me.

"Why are you making her do this?" Meaning Jane.

"I have my reasons."

"You made her do this to that other girl, Kimberly, too. Didn't you?"

"Yes. Why?"

"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?"

"Hello?"

"I mean. After jogging, I never could drink cold water. It would make
me sick.
You are forcing them to drink slow. So they won't reject the water."

"Pretty smart girl."

"They should be thanking you."

"I don't need thanks. They'll have plenty to hate me for as soon as
they are
a bit stronger. Besides, thanking me would be a bit ironic don't you
think?"

"You make us thank you for our punishments."

"Sometimes."

She lapsed into silence for a while. We just watched Jane work her way
through
that second bottle. On her bare knees. Naked. Moving from person to
person.
Kissing. Releasing. Moving on. The nipple clamps and attached fine
chain gently
swinging from her chest. Finally Elizabeth spoke again. Softly. "What
are you 
going to do to them? Us? Me?"

"I'm going to torment them for a while. Humiliate Jane. If you behave
you
can keep pretty clear of this mess."

"Do you have to humiliate us? Constantly? We are people down here you
know?"

"I don't know why I'm telling you any of this. But I'm just an odd
one. The
guy that figured out time just happened to be a pervert. He's a
bastard. And
he likes to dominate women. I know you are people. I know you don't
like it.
And I know it turns me on. Terribly. Can't help it."

She just nodded. "You know that there are plenty of women that *like* to
be subservient. Why us?"

"You were there. You were attractive. I don't have to wait until I
find a
subservient woman. You are now a subservient woman. Like it or not. If
I 
happen to find a submissive woman, I wouldn't turn her away or
anything."

"Are you frustrated?"

Another one of those female things? Abrupt change of conversation? I
pulled 
the typical male response. "Huh?"

"Please don't punish me. If you don't want to answer, just ignore me.
I don't
count anyway. I was just wondering if you were sexually frustrated?"

"Now why would you ask that?"

"Come on. I know I haven't exactly been around all the time. Being
tied up
in the hotel, and left in cars and stuff, but I get the impression
that you
haven't been ... uhhhh ... partaking of us as much as you could. I mean,
you are surrounded by gorgeous girls. Don't think I haven't noticed.
Jane
and Christi could be models. You keep us all naked. And completely
helpless.
You could rape us at will. You haven't even touched me beyond what
was necessary to tie me up. And I don't think you've raped any of the
others. Christi told me that she was going to try and have sex with you.
Don't know if that happened or not. I fell asleep that night."

"I'm alright. If I needed favours, I'd take them."

"I know. I don't doubt that you are capable of it. But if it would help.
If it would stop you from needing to see us completely humiliated all
the
time. Stop some of the punishment. Please. I'm offering myself. I'll do
it whenever you want or need. Please."

I looked at her. Her head now bowed. Jane was almost done that second
bottle
of water and would be back looking for a third.

"Elizabeth? Are you alright?"

"Not really. I've just offered myself in exchange for some better
treatment.
How do you think that makes me feel?" Her bare shoulders shaking.

"Elizabeth, listen to me." I crouched down and cupped her face.
Forcing her
to look at me. "I'm not going to rape you. I might take you up on your
offer
someday, but not now. I don't need it. When I do, I will ask. And at
the 
moment I'm not sure that I want to make any deals that involve giving
anyone 
better treatment. Okay?"

"I know. But I also know how hard it is. On the others. Amy. Me.
Everyone.
We're not used to this life. As slaves. As human pets. God what I
wouldn't
do for some clothes. Or just some privacy. I never knew what I had
until you
took it away."

"If it makes you feel any better, I think that you are adjusting a lot
better 
than I ever would have imagined."

"That's scary coming from a guy that doesn't give a crap what I want.
And
can make me do almost anything he wants."

I noticed out of the corner of my eye Jane rising to her feet again. An
empty water bottle between her fingers. Walking to towards us.

"Elizabeth. I'm not going to keep this going forever. Promise. You'll go
home and never realize it ever happened. Happy in your life again."

"Thanks for letting me vent without punishing me."

"My pleasure. I occasionally need to know how you women are feeling.
But 
who said anything about not punishing you?"

A scared look crossed her face until she saw my grin. Knowing I was
kidding.
She stuck her tongue out at me playfully. I wish I knew where these
girls
had picked up that habit. I would punish the girl who started it. I
guess I
could have stopped it, but they needed some release. And it was harmless
enough. Kind of cute actually.

By this point Jane had approached.

"What were you two talking about. Me?"

"Sort of," I replied. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah. I'm peachy."

"Didn't sarcasm get you in trouble once before? Those clamps not tight
enough
for you?"

She turned pale. "Oh God. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. It won't happen
again.
A slave girl begs you to forgive her. She's just a little tired. She's
never
had to perform s-such a marathon of kissing like that before. Please
don't
tighten them. Oh God. Please."

"Perhaps we should get you more used to kissing marathons."

"With you?" A mischievous grin spread across her face, somehow knowing
that I
wasn't going to punish her this time.

"How about we tighten those things more instead?"

She sobered quickly. "Please no."

"It's alright. Just watch yourself. Okay?"

She sank to her knees. Handing me the empty bottle. Too frightened to
say
anything more. I took the bottle from her fingers and placed it on the
floor
with the small pile of full bottles of water that Elizabeth had
carried over.
Jane's eyes followed the path of the empty bottle. Couldn't seem to tear
her eyes away from the pile of bottles. Wanting to ask for another
bottle
but a bit afraid of opening her mouth. A bit afraid of what she'd have
to
do to get another bottle for her family. But nevertheless knowing that
she'd
do it.

I settled myself on the floor with the two girls. Just watching Jane.
She
began to shift her weight on her knees. Uncomfortable at my scrutiny
of her.
Finally it became too much for her. She slipped into her slave talk.

"Master? Please. Can a girl speak? Please?"

I nodded.

"Oh God. Please. My family ... I mean ... This slave's family still
needs
water. Can this slave please beg for more? Please?"

I could see that her family was beginning to recover. They had gained
colour
already. Their faces becoming more alive. Their struggles against the
ropes
becoming more pronounced. Especially the father. It was as though the 
dehydration had completely drained their will, but now, having some
water
again, the thirst abated somewhat, they again had become a little more
aware of themselves. Their positions. And not liking it much. Dora was
wincing as she moved her wrists against the rope. But she still tried. I
guess I couldn't blame her.

I turned back to Jane.

"Beg me to whip you."

"Oh God. Please God. No. Not in front of my family. Please. Oh God." She
began to weep. Murmuring. This was just too much for her. I could tell
that I was pushing her beyond what her mind would accept. That could be
dangerous. I realized that this situation was simply too much for anyone
to stand. She'd held up unbelievably well. But she had warned me. That
she
couldn't do this. It was her family after all.

I felt Elizabeth touch me gently on the shoulder. I turned back away
from
Jane.

"Please. You can't do this to her. That's her family. My God. I couldn't
imagine if you'd asked me to do half these things in front of people I
loved. I couldn't do it. You just have no concept of this. She'll have a
nervous breakdown if you force her to do much more. And she'll be good
for
nothing. Please. I don't believe that I'm going to offer this. God. If
you 
need to humiliate someone, please, let me take her place. Chain her up 
outside if you have to. I'll beg you to whip me. I'll take her pain.
Please."

She was serious. I couldn't imagine her doing such a thing. Offering
herself
to be dominated. Hurt. For Jane. A complete stranger. Perhaps, complete
stranger is a bit strong. They had some things in common. And I guess
that
ultimately, they might know each other more intimately than your average
best friends. I guess I could understand.

I heard a soft whisper behind me. Jane. "Please, master. A slave begs
t-to
be wh-whipped. Please." Still crying.

I leaned down to Elizabeth. Her face falling. "Elizabeth. I appreciate
the
offer. And I might still take you up on it. But I really do want Jane
to do
this. I have my reasons. I'll let her know that you offered though.
I'm not
going to put her through much more. She can't take much more. Her mind
is
already beginning to turn off. I don't want a catatonic girl either."

Elizabeth, crying a bit, just nodded.

I turned back to Jane. Her teary eyes turned up towards me. A glimmer of
anger, and helplessness glowing behind her eyes. As I turned she
whispered
again. "Please don't make me do this."

"Jane. This is the last thing. I promise. I'll let them go after this."

"You swear it?"

"I do. There is one more big show. And I'll free them. They won't even
need
more water. Though, I will get Elizabeth to give your father more. I
just
thought you should know. Elizabeth offered to take your place. I
wouldn't
let her."

Jane took a deep breath. "Oh God. Elizabeth. I couldn't have let her
do it
either."

"Jane. This is not going to be fun for you. I know that. You might even
hate me forever. But I can live with that."

She managed to stop crying. Steeling herself for the task ahead of
her. "I
won't hate you. I don't believe I'm saying this, but I won't. I'll be
alright.
What do I have to do?"

"Have you ever used a vibrator before?"

She gasped. "Oh God."

"Have you?"

She just shook her head. Eyes wide.

"How do you normally masturbate then?"

"Oh God. I can't. I never ... I won't ... Oh my God."

"Jane? You've never masturbated yourself?"

"Oh God. I can't tell ... Oh God."

"You have. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Again her body language
betrayed
her. It was pretty easy to tell that she had.

"Oh. God. Please. That's my father over there. Please. No. I can't.
Not in
front of him."

"With a vibrator? Dildo?"

"I ... I ... please god ... my fingers. Once." Tears began to form
again in 
her eyes as she made the admission.

"Jane, calm."

"Please no. I just tried it once to see what it was like. It. It felt
dirty."

"Jane." I spoke a bit more sharply to her. I raised my hand to slap her
again. She was falling off the edge into hysteria. She managed to get
control
of herself without me having to slap her.

"Please. Th-this slave doesn't want to do that. She can't. Please.
Master.
Please don't make her. Please." She whispered the last word. I could
hear
Elizabeth crying softly behind me.

"Jane. Listen to me. You've done so much worse. I've forced you to beg
for
an orgasm. I've whipped your breasts and it turned you on. Jane. This is
nothing. Christi's done it for me. Lots of times." Even though I was
trying
to get her to calm down. I didn't believe my own words. We all have our
personal daemons. Our irrationalities. Our personal horrors. Yes, she'd
been through a lot. She'd been through humiliation that I couldn't even
imagine. But this seemed to be above and beyond all that for some
reason.

"Please." She just wept and begged. "Please don't make this slave
m-masturbate
in front of her father. I'll do it. I'll masturbate for you. Gladly.
I'll
do it in front of everyone else. Just not my father. You have no idea.
Oh
God. Please. I'll do anything else. Whip me in front of him. Make me
scream
until I'm hoarse. I'll crawl. I can't. Oh my God. I just can't. Not in
front
of him."

I wasn't quite sure of anything anymore. Only that she really didn't
want to
pleasure herself in front of her father. Her father that had seen her
strip
for him. Watched his daughter who made love to her sister in front of
him. Had 
watched her breasts bound and beaten. Listened to her screams. Watched
as 
she gave herself to me to reduce their suffering. This man that she had 
French kissed, nude, to give him a mouthful of water. I was surprised
that 
she had any self-respect left. But she was pretty adamant. The only
way that 
I was going to get some agreement on this issue was some other
persuasive 
techniques. I knew I could make her do it, but what would be the
consequences? 
It wouldn't kill her. She'd be ashamed. Embarrassed. Humiliated beyond 
comprehension. The only real danger would be if she went over the edge. 
Insane. I could only push these women so far. But I wanted them sane.





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