Message-ID: <7933eli$9804152310@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 64) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, 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: <19980416021320.4078.rocketmail@send1c.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. 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 64 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I was awakened by a pair of soft lips against my own. As I opened my eyes, still a little bleary with sleep, I felt rather than saw her tongue trace along my lips. I sighed. Within seconds of awakening, I felt another tingling sensation and suddenly my penis was engulfed in a warm, soft cavern. Finally, coming awake I could see the brunette beauty softly, erotically tracing my lips. Kissing me. I could only assume that the blonde girl was working between my legs. Between them, I was pretty aroused. I reached up and traced Jane's breast causing an unconscious gasp. The movements between my legs were teasing. I could feel her tickling the testicles with her fingers as she sucked. I was just feeling the climax approaching when Christi moved. She simply stopped. I moaned in frustration. Jane still kissing me. I felt a body moving around. Finally felt a different touch; tight, warm and wet slip over me. Slowly moving. Rhythmically. I could hear Christi's soft voice crying out. I could just see the back of her blonde mane falling down her back as she rode me. Slowly quickening the pace. Until there was simply no holding back any longer. Jane's mouth. Christi's sex. I exploded into Christi. Crying out. Thrusting into her. Jane's tongue touching mine. I collapsed back into the bed. Gasping for breath. Jane gave me one last kiss and settled back. Kneeling on the bed. Christi slipped off me to kneel beside Jane. I finally opened my eyes. Christi was flushed. Jane was just breathing a little hard. "What was that for?" I asked the two nude, handcuffed girls kneeling on the bed. Christi just blushed. Jane answered. "Christi wanted to. And I figured you deserved a few kisses for letting me go from the bed." She rattled her joined wrists. "How long you been up?" "A couple of hours." "Breakfast?" "Not yet. Didn't want to get in trouble." Christi looked at me. Still flushed. Still breathing hard. "Please," she breathed. "What's the matter, Christi?" "Oh God. I. I still need. Please." It dawned on me that she hadn't climaxed yet. But I was finished for a while. No way, even with the most intense images of nude women handcuffed in my bed, was I going to be ready for a while yet. I teased her. "Do you think you deserve an orgasm?" "Oh God. Yes. Please." "How?" "Pardon?" "How would you like an orgasm? Manually? Orally? Intercourse? Yourself?" "Oh God. Orally." She closed her eyes. "Christi. Good thing you didn't want intercourse." I didn't really feel like giving her oral sex. Not after I'd just had intercourse with her. "Will Jane do?" "Oh God. Please. I'd rather you did it." "Not gonna happen this morning. I'll do it for you later if you like." "Oh God. Can I change my mind?" Realizing her error. "Oh God. Jane. Please. No offense intended." She kissed Jane's cheek. "No problem. None taken," Jane looked relieved a bit. "You can change your mind," I allowed her. I had just had sex with two gorgeous women. Christi's idea. I was in a decent mood. "Oh God. Will you let me do myself?" "If we can watch." "Do I have a choice in that?" "Hell, no." I almost laughed. She closed her eyes. Letting her hands run over her body. Lightly stroking her breasts. Her nipples. Her left hand stealing between her legs. Stroking her lips. Slipping inside. Still kneeling. She brought her fingers up from her pussy. Running them under her nose. Smelling her own musk. Lightly sucking them. Running her fingers down her body again. Entering herself. Slowly. Sensually exciting herself further. Eyes closed. Completely oblivious to Jane and I. Jane watching the show with wide open eyes. I could hear the chain between her wrists rattling against her skin as she explored her own body. Slipping her hands further south. Touching her anus. Crying out softly. Slipping her fingers back between her legs. Legs apart. Rubbing around her clitoris. Finding her own unique rhythm. Moaning as she pushed herself further and further. Finally falling over the edge. Two fingers pressed into her vagina. Making small circles against her sex. Crying out. Trying to keep upright. Falling towards the foot of the bed. Still moaning. Breathing raggedly. Fingers still slowly rubbing herself. She lay on her side. Recovering. Finally opened her eyes and smiled at us. Whispering to me, "Thank you for letting me climax." I looked at Jane. "You okay?" "I'm fine. Really. If you want me to masturbate, I will. But I don't really need it." I nodded to her. "If you don't want it, don't worry about it. Up to you." Christi struggled back to her knees. "M-master?" "Yes?" "Can a slave take a shower now? She really needs one." "Sure. I'll join you in a moment." I reached forward and released her wrists. "Make sure you clean your feet." She turned her back and looked down at her bare feet. They were dusty from the floors and such. Christi turned her blonde head back to me, grinning. "I'll make sure. Can I use hot water?" Since I was going to join her it only seemed prudent. "Go on. Use all the hot water you want. I'll be joining you shortly." Christi scrambled off the bed. And scampered into the bathroom. In seconds I could hear the water running and the happy girl began to sing in the shower. Didn't recognize the tune. I turned my attention back to Jane. Still kneeling quietly on the bed. "Why'd you let me go from the bed post?" "You were pulling against it. Wanted to turn over." "Since when do you care if I'm comfortable or not?" "You had a really rough day yesterday. And I wanted some company." "Oh. I slept on you all night, you know. I was surprised when I woke up nestled into you." "You minded?" "I don't have the choice to mind." "If I'd given you the choice." "I didn't mind. I kissed you this morning didn't I?" "I still haven't quite figured you out." "And you never will. I intend to make sure of that," she grinned mischievously. "You want a shower?" I asked her. She nodded. "Join us." I released her hands. Tossing the handcuffs onto the bed to join Christi's. I touched her arm. Together we walked into the already steamy bathroom. Stepped into the shower. Drawing the second girl in with me. Christi was just finishing her hair. Rinsing out the shampoo. She finished quickly and gave up the spray, allowing Jane to soak herself. Christi immediately began to soap my body. Working the soap into everywhere. Her soft hands causing the typical male reaction. She teased me a bit, but I had no intention of allowing it to go any further. I had things to do today. And I wanted my sex drive at it's peak. Finishing me, I rinsed. Ordered Christi to wash Jane and stepped out of the spray. I toweled off and dressed before the dripping women emerged from the shower stall. I sat on the counter just enjoying the sight of the girls drying themselves and styling their hair. Making themselves up. Their glistening bodies nearly driving me nuts. And they knew it. No longer shy, they were purposely running their hands up and down their own bodies. Occasionally touching each other. Pouting. Helping each other with make up. I should just watch them more often. Female things can be fascinating. Especially when said females are completely nude. They finished off and stepped in front of me. I looked them up and down. Whistling my approval. They both grinned. Christi gave a wistful look at the bath robes. Remembering the feel of being covered yesterday. I debated allowing them the robes for the morning. They had been overly willing to please this morning. That should be worth something. I reached forward to the robe on the rack. Removed the belt. "One robe. Who wants it?" Together. "Me!" I just cocked my head to the side and looked at them. Christi broke the silence. It must have been really hard for her. "Jane. Let Jane wear it today. I had my chance yesterday. I don't mind." Jane, suddenly looking guilty. "It's alright. I don't mind either. Let Christi wear it. I'll be fine." I tossed the robe to Jane. Christi's face fell, but she managed to force a smile. Jane, all smiles shrugged into the bathrobe. Being smaller than Christi, it fit a bit better than the robe I'd put on Christi yesterday. I gently lifted Jane's arms and slipped the handcuffs back on her. No complaints. Christi, resigned to the restraints, lifted her wrists as well. I just looked at her. "Don't you want to put on your robe first?" Her face registered disbelief and almost pure joy. She nodded. Tears almost forming. I nodded to her and she raced back to the bedroom where she'd left the robe. She returned with it. Still not putting it on. Standing in front of me. She finally shrugged her shoulders into the terrycloth and wrapped it around her body. Lifting her wrists much more happily. Allowing me to cuff them. The robes really didn't afford them much protection without the belts. I still got plenty of flashes of their shining skin as they moved. And it made them happy. I figured they deserved some happiness, considering my plans for them. They weren't going to be overly happy about them later. "Christi? Care to make some breakfast?" "Gladly. I'm famished." "What would you like for breakfast?" She hung her head. "Cereal?" It's practically what they had subsisted on for days. She was obviously just saying what she thought I wanted to hear. "Really?" "Can I really choose?" Not believing me. I knew that they had to eat something a little more filling. They were going to need their energy today. "What would you really like?" "You'll let us eat?" "If you don't tell me, you'll never know, will you?" "I. Please. I just don't want you to take it away." "Christi. If I'm going to take it away from you, then there is precious little you can do about it." "Pancakes." "Pancakes?" "Oh God. I would do almost anything for a big plate of pancakes." "Christi. If I told you to, you *would* do *anything* for those pancakes." "Oh God. What do I have to do?" "Cook them?" Relief. Pure relief on her face. "Can your slave please make breakfast now? Before you change your mind?" "Go." I smiled at her. She practically ran to the kitchen. I heard her toss a casual, "Good morning," to the women still bound in the living area. Jane and I walked out to living area. Amy was squirming on the ground under her blanket. Trying to find a comfortable position. She looked up hopefully from her position on the floor as Jane and I entered. I crouched down beside her. "Good morning. How's the breasts?" "They still hurt." Tears almost forming in her eyes. I lifted off the blanket. Checked her breasts. Still an angry red. Some of the worse welts were still visible as a pale red criss-crossing her nipples. I traced the worst of the lot. One I think I placed on her body. She cringed and tried to stay still. Tears forming out of her eyes. "Amy?" "Yes?" "Are you going to behave this morning?" "God. Yes. Please. I don't want any more punishment. Ever." "What are you?" "Anything you want." She lowered her eyes as she said the words. No hesitation. "Your slave. Your pet. Your slut. Your bitch. Anything you want me to be. I'll behave. I swear it." I kissed her cheek. "Good girl. I'm impressed. Guess I won't have to punish you further." I began to loosen the knots holding her legs together. Her legs finally free, she stretched them. I released her hands and she automatically rose to a kneeling position. "Do you want a shower?" "Oh God. I'd do anything for one. I don't even care if it's cold or not." "Go on, you scamp. Enjoy a nice hot shower. Get everything clean. Elizabeth will join you in a moment. Make sure she is clean as well." Amy rose to her bare feet and practically ran to the bathroom. Moments later I heard the shower running again and her happily splashing. I motioned Jane to sit in the easy chair, which she did as I approached the last bound woman. I whipped the blanket from her body. She blushed as her bare body was exposed. Perhaps remembering what she had done last night. I actually thought I could still see some of my semen dried on her chin. I bent down and gently kissed her nipples. They hardened obediently. Probably just a reflex response. But it sure wasn't a reflex response last night. I casually unlocked her ankle from the restraint. Lightly slapping her thigh. She gasped. I looked into her eyes. "Good morning." She responded with a cautious, "Good morning." "Sleep well?" She sat up and I turned her so that I could get at her wrists. Releasing them from the steel as we talked. "I did. You?" Almost like a hesitant lover. Not quite sure of what had happened the night before. Regret? "I slept fine. Care to shower?" "I think I need it." She wrinkled her pretty upturned nose. I gave her a playful slap on the rump. "Go on. But make sure that Amy washes you. Understand?" "I understand." She bent to my ear and whispered low so Jane couldn't hear. "Thank-you for last night. That's the best I've felt in a long, long time." I wasn't sure if she meant before or after she was taken. But it didn't really matter. I turned my head and gently kissed her on the cheek. She rose and padded off to her shower. I sat back in the sofa and just let my eyes travel over Jane's body. Her robe had fallen completely open and Jane hadn't bothered to adjust it. She flushed at my scrutiny but didn't move. Finally she remarked, "You want to take this away from me, don't you?" "I will eventually. You look nice right now. I won't take it away." "Thank-you," she murmured. "How come you are being nice to us this morning?" "Nice is relative. You are still mostly naked. And you are handcuffed. If I'd told you four days ago that this was going to be your life you wouldn't have thought I was being nice at all." "True. Relative or not, you are being nice. You're planning something, aren't you?" "Of course. I'm always planning something." Though I knew what she meant. "I mean. You are being nice to offset what you are going to make us do. We aren't going to like it much are we?" "Have you liked anything that I've put you through." "Some things." She flushed completely. I knew she meant that some of the punishments had turned her on. She knew I knew. "I mean in general." "Not really." "You think any of the others like me forcing them to do things?" "I don't think Christi minds." "She minds. Her judgment is clouded a bit." "Tell me about it. Care to tell your slave what you are planning for us?" "That would ruin the surprise. Wouldn't it?" "I guess." Amy and Elizabeth walked out of the hallway. Elizabeth hadn't dried her hair. It was still dripping onto her bare shoulders. Amy was dazzling. The shower having reduced the small aches and pains that had plagued her from the night spent tied on the floor. Her breasts were still a little red and I'm sure were tender to the touch, but she didn't seem particularly phased as she practically bounced into the room. Probably just happy she wasn't in for punishment this morning. Elizabeth walked over to me. Without being told. And offered her wrists. I slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her. They were just getting used to being in cuffs. Amy was right behind. I cuffed her as well. Glancing around, the two girls simply sank to the floor. Unselfconsciously sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room. Idly playing with the cuffs on their wrists. Not saying a word. Elizabeth was about to open her mouth to say something when I saw a blonde head stick out from around the kitchen door and announce, in a most unladylike manner, "Grits on!" _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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