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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. 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.

I'd like to thank Rowan for her excellent feedback and commentary on
the 
story thus far. She's now putting her talents into proof-reading the 
story, and for this I'm appreciative. Hopefully, this will help keep
the 
story lines lively, interesting and entertaining.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- crimson

[ Chapter 59 - Time Out Of Time ]

By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

"Well, I certainly hope that it's pleasurable, because your body is the 
key."

"The key?"

"The key. Until you climax, nobody goes anywhere."

"Oh God. Please. Have some decency. That's my daughter. You've had me 
tied up naked for days. Tied to my other daughter. You have no idea ..."

"Dora. This is the last thing. You will be freed after this. Your 
husband. Your daughter. All it takes is one climax."

"You are a bastard."

"Yup."

"Y-you aren't going to hurt her again are you?" Remembering the timed 
tasks from our last encounter.

"I'll be whipping her as she does you. Yes."

"You fucking bastard. If I ever get out of these ropes. I swear I'm 
going to kill you. Worse than kill you."

"Dora. You aren't even going to remember me when you finally get out of 
these ropes. And besides which, your last attempt at killing me got
your 
daughter a more thorough whipping than I'd ever intended."

She thought over this silently as I rose to join Jane. Still on her 
knees and quietly crying. She tried one last time.

"Please. Have some decency. Some mercy. This is my family. I'll do this 
for you. A hundred times. With strangers. Gladly. You can whip me until 
I bleed for all I care. I'll scream for you. Forever. Please don't make 
me have sex with my mother. It's. It's not right. It's gross."

Dora spoke up quietly. "Janey, darling. It's the last thing. Just do it 
and you'll be free of this. I. I don't mind. I'll try really hard to 
c-climax quickly. Okay?"

Jane, still crying, just nodded. Unable to speak to her mother.

"Jane. I know you don't want to do this. It's the last thing. I
promise. 
Then we'll go back to the hotel and you can rest. No more sex. And your 
family will forget all about it."

"I won't."

I shook my head. "You're right. You will remember for now. Are you 
ready?"

"Oh God." She fumbled the cap off the tube of lubricant. Crying. She 
spread some of the slippery stuff onto the tip of the vibrator. I 
watched intently as she pressed the plastic into her vagina. With the 
lubricant, it slipped into her relatively easily. She gasped, but it 
didn't seem to cause any real discomfort.

I beckoned her to the other side of the women. The side where her
father 
would see the intrusion into her body and her fingers working on 
herself. Once she moved to the correctly side, her crying intensifying, 
I unlocked her wrists. She'd need her hands free to do what she had to 
do.

I nodded to Elizabeth who reached down with her right hand and began to 
tease Dave. He closed his eyes and I watched as Elizabeth began to dig 
her long nails into his cock. He opened his eyes in pain, and kept them 
open, learning his lesson for the day. She filled her mouth with water 
and kissed him full on the mouth. Exchanging the fluid. His throat 
working to swallow the liquid from Elizabeth's mouth.

I turned my attention back to Jane. Indicating that she should lean 
forward on all fours. Giving her mother the attentions of her tongue. 
She began to beg one more time, but cut herself off mid sentence, 
realizing it was fruitless; I was going to see this show one way or the 
other. And this way was preferable to having her parents and sister in 
pain as well. As her tongue touched her mother's lower lips, Dora 
gasped. She had been naked and tied down for days. And humiliated. 
Perhaps the masochism ran in the family. Or maybe she just wanted to
get 
this final act out of the way. Either way, she was obeying. Trying her 
damnedest to get to orgasm.

I whispered in Jane's ear. "I'm going to whip you. Not too hard. Okay?"

Her head nodded while still working between her mother's legs.

"You have to come as well. Your father is watching." I reached down 
between her legs to the protrusion of the pink vibrator. Turned the end 
of it. Turning it on. Hearing the muffled buzzing from within her body. 
I don't think she was expecting the vibration from the intruder. She 
jumped. Her whole body arching as the vibrations worked into her 
sensitive flesh. She moaned into her mother's pussy.

I raised the crop. Brought it down lightly against Jane's upturned bare 
ass. She jumped, but after the breast croppings that she'd received at 
my hands, this was nothing. It was just an annoyance. I watched as she 
hesitantly brought her fingers of her right hand up between her legs. 
Lightly stroking herself. Playing with the pink vibrator. Slowly
pulling 
it and pushing it in and out of her vagina. Supporting her body with
her 
left hand. Face still buried in her mother. Tongue working.

I let another blow fall on her thighs. She jumped again, but didn't cry 
out. Just continued to do what she had to. I let the crop drop onto her 
lower body a number of times. Her thighs, her ass, her calves and her 
upturned feet. The light blow to her feet caused her to cry out a bit.
I 
guess that the soles of the feet were kind of sensitive to the kiss of 
the crop. Kimberley certainly thought so. However, I was unable to tell 
if Jane's cry was in pain, or in frustration. Her fingers still working 
the vibrating toy in and out of herself.

I crouched down beside the tormented girl. Touching her head. She
raised 
her face from between Dora's legs and looked at me quizzically.

I whispered to her. "Janey. You can play with the vibrator and it may 
feel good. But you may need to use your fingers, or the toy on your 
clit, you know?" I had noticed, while hitting the poor girl, that she 
seemed to be really unsure of what she was doing. I could tell that she 
wasn't getting nearly enough sensation from the vibrator alone. She was 
probably one of the majority of women that couldn't achieve orgasm by 
pure vaginal stimulation. She would have to pleasure herself 
differently. But she was either too ashamed, or too frightened to do 
this. Perhaps permission from me was necessary. If she was telling the 
truth, then she may not have masturbated enough to know what she liked.

She looked at me with a thankful look on her face. I was unsure what 
that meant. Whether, me telling her how to do it to herself had made it 
easier somehow on her. Or whether she just needed the guidance. She 
closed her eyes. "Please. Don't make this slave girl do this. Please 
master. Do it for me? She ... your slave ... doesn't know how. Please?"

I doubt if I've ever been tempted as much to listen to any of them. But 
with a colossal force of will, I closed my eyes, telling myself that I 
was a moron, and shook my head. When I opened my eyes, she was still 
looking at me. Her face a mask of resignation.

She dropped her voice even further. Glancing down at her sister's face. 
Her sister that had such a perfect view of Jane tonguing their parent. 
"Please. They won't remember anything. Right?"

I thought she just needed reassurance that she could masturbate here
and 
now, and her family would never remember her shame, humiliation, and 
discomfort. She surprised me when she closed her eyes, Licked her lips 
and whispered something even lower, something I couldn't make out.

I touched her hair. Cupped my ear. I couldn't hear her.

"Please. Sir. Harder."

Then it clued in. I'd almost forgotten that she was mildly masochistic. 
She wanted the crop to hurt her more. It might make it easier for her
to 
climax. I'd really messed with this girl's head. I briefly considered 
making her clarify herself, so her family would know as well. But I 
reigned in that fantasy. She was crying and humiliated enough as it
was. 
I just nodded and she returned to her task of having sex with her 
mother. Dora was moaning with the stimulation, and tears were falling 
down her face. She was pulling against the ropes holding her face down 
on Elaine. Grinding her bare body against her older daughter. Trying to 
press her pleasure center into her younger daughter's licking mouth. 
Crying. Pulling. Straining.

I glanced over at Elizabeth. Her face was ashen. She had just given
Dave 
the last of the water. She must have been trying to make it last.
Trying 
to avoid the final instruction that I gave to her. Though, she knew she 
didn't really have a choice. Dave had to climax. Like it or not. Or 
there was going to be some serious pain. She'd pushed her luck far 
enough for one day. Though I'd only threatened Jane and Elaine with 
punishment, Elizabeth knew that she'd suffer, bigtime, if she didn't 
manage to get Dave excited enough to climax. Chances were, that Dave 
wasn't going to have trouble with that, despite the torment of his 
family. I watched as Elizabeth gave me one last beseeching look and 
lowered herself to her bare knees. Leaning forward and taking Dave into 
her soft mouth. Using her tongue and fingers to further excite him. 
Watching his face intently, upturned face. Penis deep in her mouth. 
Careful that he was watching Jane and Dora and I. He did close his eyes 
once. Not to shut out the images, but in an agony of ecstasy. Elizabeth 
did what she had to and increased the pressure on Dave. Using her
teeth. 
Dave's eyes snapped back open and focused again on his youngest
daughter 
and his wife. Having sex in front of him. Elizabeth looked pretty 
talented though. Of course it had been two days since Dora had been 
forced to suck him. And two days of pain and suffering. Any pleasure
was 
bound to be magnified.

I turned back to Jane's upturned and slightly striped bottom. I raised 
the crop and brought it down on a much harder arc. Felt it spring as it 
impacted the soft bare flesh of her buttocks. She screamed into her 
mother. The scream was muffled by her forward movement as she tried in 
vain to get away from the stinging pain.

Dora softly cried out at the increase in stimulation. Calling me a 
bastard over and over.

I brought another stroke down hard across Jane's firm calves. The flesh 
almost molding around the crop. Her agonized scream barely muffled by 
her mother's body. Then incredibly. "Oh God. More. Please. More."

I brought another one down across her calves. The girl jumped. Crying 
out. Her agonized screams causing Dave and Dora to wince. Feeling for 
the pain Jane was experiencing. I gave her another right across both
ass 
cheeks. And another in swift succession across the bottoms of her 
cheeks. She pulled her hand away as the fingers got rapped, working 
industriously between her silken legs. She cried out. Her body heaving. 
Her tongue buried in her mother. Fingers working at the vibrator, 
brushing her clit.

Finally, I brought the crop down once more on her welted calves and she 
exploded. Her fingers rubbing between her legs. Her whole body arching, 
her red and welted legs kicking in response to the hard blow that I'd 
administered. Her forward thrust forcing her tongue against her mother. 
Dora followed with that last thrust of her younger daughter's tongue. 
She climaxed. Not as spectacularly as Jane, but nevertheless, it didn't 
look like a fake to me. The two women shuddering, and tensing. Dora 
against the restraints, Jane finally falling to her side, curling up in 
a ball crying. Trying to ease the pain in the back of her legs and 
backside. Pulling the pink plastic intruder from her naked body.
Holding 
the toy loosely in her hand. Bawling.

I wandered over to Elizabeth. Her mouth still working on Dave. I
touched 
the hair on her bobbing head. Easing her off the stranger that she 
hadn't even met before today. He was still erect, but I could see the 
remnants of some semen on Elizabeth's lips and chin. I touched her face 
and she brought her fingers to her face. Touching the wetness of him. 
Closing her eyes and wiping the remnants from her face. Grimacing as
she 
licked her fingers clean. Finally, she opened her eyes.

"Please. Don't make me do that anymore."

I nodded. He'd obviously come as instructed. She was done.

"Just so you know. He came twice." She actually looked perversely 
pleased with herself at the admission. I almost laughed at the 
absurdity.

"Pretty talented. Wrists."

She looked a bit confused, but automatically raised her arms. Offering 
me her wrists. I snapped a pair of handcuffs around her slender wrists. 
She was far too exhausted to ask why I'd bound her. They were getting 
used to it. There just simply wasn't a good reason. I used another pair 
to secure her to the bench. Sitting on the mall floor. She just sat 
there quietly as I returned to Jane.

Jane was still sobbing her eyes out, curled up in a ball on the floor. 
Unable to bear the abuse, the shame, the humiliation any longer. I sat 
down on the floor beside her. Intending to comfort her. Let her know 
that I was going to free her family. I gently touched her shoulder.

What followed wasn't surprising but was a complete blur. At the touch, 
Jane screamed. Like a cat, she just snapped to a fighting position. Her 
face a mask of wildness and pain. She threw the only thing she had. The 
vibrator missed my face by millimeters. Glanced off my shoulder and
spun 
across the floor. Cracking. No longer buzzing.

She growled at me. "I hate you. You fucked up fucking bastard. I hate 
you."

With the words, she sprang to her bare feet. I was expecting her to 
attack me. I had readied my time defenses, but instead of throwing 
herself at me, she turned on her heel, and blindly began to run in the 
opposite direction. Blindly crashing into frozen people. Her bare feet 
thundering on the tile. Crying. Shaking.

I just calmly watched the distressed girl run. I let her. Maybe she 
needed to get away from all this. I'd put her through more than enough. 
In a strange way, I was beginning to care about them. About them all.

I could sense the time bubble. Hers. It was almost like radar. I was 
ultimately controlling it and it tugged on me. Even after I could no 
longer hear her bare feet slapping against the tile, I knew she wasn't 
far.

I turned back to Elizabeth. Pulling on her cuffs. Wanting to go after 
the girl. Fright on her face.

"Please. Master. Don't punish her. She. She was just upset. You'd be 
too. Oh God. Please let me go after her. God. After what you did to
her. 
You can't blame her. Oh. Please. God. She's hurt. She's in pain. She 
just needed. Oh God. Please. She won't go far. God." Elizabeth was in 
tears. Pleading for Jane. Almost babbling. Remembering her close call. 
Remembering Amy. It seemed to be the day for defiance.

I crouched and cupped Elizabeth's face in my hands. She pulled against 
her bonds but finally held my eyes.

"I'm not going to punish her. Promise. But I can't let you go after her 
either. I know you want to, but she just needs some time alone. I'll go 
see her in a while. Okay?"

"You promise? If you have to punish someone, I'll take it for her. 
Okay?"

"Elizabeth, you are a noble one. But I'm not going to punish her or you 
either. Not this time. I promise."

Elizabeth, just numbly nodded. Still crying.

"If I release you, will you stay here?"

The frightened girl just nodded.

"I need your help, but if you are going to run as well, I won't be as 
understanding in your case. Okay?"

"Yes. Master." The girl sighed. I reached forward and snapped open the 
cuffs. Allowing the girl her freedom, for now.

I sat up on the bench with Dave. Lightly slapped his face. Bringing him 
out of the trance that he had dropped into after Elizabeth had stopped 
giving him head.

"Davey?"

"You fucking bastard. My daughter. You didn't have to hit her that 
hard."

I couldn't bring myself to tell him that his daughter had asked me to
do 
it. *I* was hardly touching her, considering what she'd been through 
before. Further, Elizabeth was in earshot, and at the moment I was 
respecting Jane's right to keep these masochistic tendencies to
herself. 
At least amongst the captives.

"Dave. Forget about that for a moment."

"Shit. It's my daughter you are playing with. I swear I'm going to kill 
you for her."

"Dave. Listen to me." He cocked his head. "I need you to promise me
that 
you are going to behave. I'm going to release you from those ropes that 
Jane tied. But I can't have you attacking me. Understand?"

"Shit. You better watch yourself if you untie me, bucko."

"Dave. You don't understand. See those lovely women over there? Dora? 
Elaine? If you try anything. I swear, anything. I'll make you wish that 
you hadn't. Their bodies will be so red from the welts, that you will
be 
begging to do anything to stop them from hurting. They won't even be 
able to scream because their voices will be gone. Then I'll kill you.
Is 
that clear?"

"Oh my God. You are an animal."

"Now. Behave yourself. I'm going to get Elizabeth to untie you. Don't 
think that you can threaten her either. I don't particularly care if
she 
gets hurt. But I'm betting you care if Elaine's breasts are a pale 
colour or a nice angry red. Got it?" Actually, I did care about 
Elizabeth getting hurt. If anyone was going to hurt her, it would be
me. 
But, I really wasn't all that worried about Dave trying anything. It
was 
the mother that I was worried about.

"Yeah. You bastard. I got it."

"Elizabeth," she had gone completely pale at this exchange. I had to be 
tough on him. Couldn't afford not to. "I need you to untie this guy. I 
want you to cuff him to the bench first. I don't need any trouble."

"You've made yer point. You don't need to cuff me."

I nodded to Elizabeth who picked up a pair of handcuffs and slipped
them 
around Dave's tied right wrist. Locking the other side to the bench 
slats. Then she knelt and began the tough job of undoing Jane's knot 
job. Her fingers working at the knots.

Turning to the women, I crouched by Dora's ear.

"Dora?"

She looked up at me. Still in tears.

"Please. Jane?"

"I'm going to see to her in a moment. She just needs to be left alone."

"You aren't going to punish her are you?" Pleading.

I shook my head.

"Thank God. I was going to offer myself instead."

Jane had some friends here. That was for sure. "Dora, I'm going to
untie 
you and Elaine first. Okay? But I don't want you to cause any trouble. 
I'm going to let you completely free soon."

She looked puzzled, but she probably didn't understand about the time 
thing completely yet. I would have released them right away and saved 
myself a rope loosening job, but I sort of wanted Jane to know that I 
was actually going to adhere to my end of the bargain. Visual proof
that 
she hadn't been tortured in vain.

I slipped a pair of handcuffs joining Elaine's right wrist to her 
mother's left ankle, and Dora's left wrist to Elaine's right ankle.
That 
would keep them out of trouble after the ropes were released.

Elaine looked up as me. "Oh God. I'm going to be untied?"

"You got it," I murmured back to her. I began loosening the knots 
holding the women together. As Dora came free of Elaine, she rolled off 
her older daughter. The handcuffs still holding her head to toe, but a 
lot freer than the rope had provided.

I cut the ropes holding Elaine into her spread-eagled position. The 
women rubbing their limbs. Trying to get two days worth of cramps and 
strains eased. Crying a little at their freedom. Having to move
together 
because of the cuffs, but managing.

Elizabeth still hadn't quite finished with Dave, but she was close.
Just 
the arms left. I wandered over to the bench in time to hear a very 
red-faced man tell an equally red-faced girl that she was pretty 
talented in the mouth department. A furtive glance at his wife. 
Elizabeth murmured something like that she was sorry and hadn't wanted 
to do it. And finished with the final ropes. Dave, one hand free, 
stretched. Gasping as his cramped muscles made themselves known. 
Elizabeth rocked back on her knees leaning on her hands behind her. 
Dave, adjusted himself, Trying to tuck himself back into his ruined 
pants, but making a decent job of it. Elizabeth just smiled to herself. 
She hadn't had anything to adjust herself in for days. Nakedness does 
have some advantages.

I touched Elizabeth. Her breathing was a lot more even now that the 
pressure was off. She actually seemed pleased at the red-faced 
compliment from Dave.

Pretending to be cross, I motioned her to another bench away from Dave. 
I handcuffed her loosely to the leg of the bench. Making her sit on the 
floor again. She just stuck her tongue out at me, knowing that I wasn't 
angry with her at the moment.

I just shook my head and turned away from them without a word. I began 
to walk back the way Jane had run.





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