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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.

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

- crimson


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Chapter 93 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I left the two cashiers and slowly made my way back upstairs. As I 
approached the manager's office I could hear soft voices inside. 
Jane's and Kara's. I stood outside the doorway and listened.

Kara's voice floated through the door. "You are freer than I am. 
Please."

Jane's quiet voice. "I can't. I wish I could. God how I wish that I 
could."

"But, he's not here. I'm not suggesting that we attack him. I know it 
won't work. But, I could get out of here. Get help."

"Didn't you say that you yelled earlier?"

"I don't understand why the police aren't here yet. God, this hurts."

"It looks like it. Jane? Kara? Whatever your name is? You have to 
listen to him. You have to obey him. I know it is hard. I know you are 
an independent woman. So am I. I know it doesn't look like it. But I 
was. You aren't going to like what he wants you to do. But believe me, 
you have to do it. It will be over soon. I promise. I know that he 
doesn't want to keep you. You'll be freed if you cooperate." Jane 
spoke soothingly to the other woman.

"Oh God. I can't take this much longer. Just. Please. If you won't 
untie me, please get these things off my nipples. Please?"

"I can't. I'm so sorry. I feel for you. I really do. I know how much 
that hurts. Having clamps on your nipples. But he could be outside the 
door listening right now. I'm not allowed to move."

"He's not here, goddammit. Why are you so afraid of him?"

"Kara. Listen to yourself. Your feet are blue. Your breasts have a 
half dozen clothespins on them that you can't remove. You've been 
slapped. My God. Aren't you afraid of him?" Jane reasoned.

"I just want out of this."

"I know you do, sweety. I know." It sounded strange this teenager 
calling a woman twice her age 'sweety', but Jane managed to pull it 
off. Strange situation. "He'll let you out if you cooperate and don't 
go out of your way to piss him off."

There was a pause. I was about to walk in, I had my hand on the 
doorknob when I heard Julie's soft voice begin.

"He's. He's not really going to make us do that is he?"

Christi's voice floated through the thin door. "Honey? Julie? You have 
to try and get used to the idea. He is going to make you two have sex 
together. Honestly."

"I can't do it."

"Sweetheart. That's what I thought as well, the first time he made me 
have sex with a woman. God. I hated it. I still do."

"Then why?"

"Why do I do it for him? I don't have a choice. The alternative is so 
much worse. Jane. She's been through it. I've seen her screaming. I 
couldn't do that. So I just close my eyes and make love to whoever he 
tells me to. I just try to forget it's a woman. It's just skin. I know 
it's hard to think that way, but you are going to have to try. It 
won't kill you. But the alternative might. I don't want to watch if 
you can't do it."

"What. What will he do to me? What did he do to Jane?"

"Honey, he'll probably whip you. If you are lucky."

"Wh-whip me? I. I think I can do that. It would be better than having 
sex with Kara. I mean Jane. I don't even know what I mean, I'm so 
scared."

"You don't know what it feels like. Look at Kara ... Jane. Now imagine 
that ten times worse and ten times longer."

"I. I can't have sex with her. I can't."

"Yes you can. Believe me, he'll keep whipping you until you either 
pass out or beg to make love to her. You will do what he asks. You 
can't take that pain."

"I can."

"Honey. He'll whip you on your breasts. Between your legs. Your face. 
You can't take that very long. I've seen much stronger women than you 
begging to be raped by a dog rather than take another stroke across 
the nipples. You'll do anything to avoid another stroke. Trust me. It 
hurts."

There was another pause here. I thought I could hear the bound girl 
quietly weeping. I heard Christi mutter, "God. I wish I could move."

"I know," Jane's voice filtered through. "Me too."

I slowly opened the door and peeked in. Julie was hanging in her 
ropes. Pulling weakly at them. Crying softly. Kara just glared at me 
in hate as I walked in. Jane and Christi turned their heads.

Christi spoke first. "Sir? Permission to go to Julie?"

I nodded. Christi scrambled to her bare feet, her handcuffs jangling. 
She knelt again near Julie's bound feet and stroked the girl's thigh. 
Whispering to her. Trying to calm her. Julie wept, but seemed to be 
reacting to the female comfort. Calming a little.

Amy just looked over her gag. Trying to speak through it to get my 
attention. Wanting it out. I'd remove it for her, but I had some other 
things to take care of first.

I walked over and sat in front of Kara again.

"Well? How's the breasts?"

"They fucking hurt, you son-of-a-bitch."

"I see. You want me to take them off you?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you actually look pretty in them," I remarked casually.

"Bastard."

"Do you want me to take them off you?"

"Yes."

"Beg."

"Beg? You fucked up maniac. Never."

I slapped her. Not hard, but enough to remind her that she was the one 
tied into her chair, not able to move away. Tears sprang to her eyes 
as the blow settled into her face. She looked up at me again with 
loathing.

I reached forward and grasped the two clothespins attached to her sore 
nipples. I gently pulled them out from her bare breasts. Her face 
registered disbelief at the level of the pain, seconds before her 
mouth opened and she screamed.

"Argh. Please. Oh fuck. My nipples. Please. Please. Please. That 
hurts. Oh God. Let me go. I'll do what you want. I'll beg. I'll beg. 
Please. No. Stop."

I released her nipples and her breasts snapped back against her chest. 
She sagged in her ropes. Moaning.

I left her there and hopped off her desk. I walked to her window, 
waiting for her pain to subside. Kathleen was standing close to 
Nicole. I had a perfect view of the two bound girls on the store 
floor. Kathleen was on her tiptoes trying to reach the knots holding 
her hands. Her fingers scrabbling at the tether holding her arms up 
and to her cousin. Nicole was trying to give her as much slack as she 
could. With the handcuffs interfering and the way I'd tied the knots 
in the tether, Kathleen was going to have a hell of a time even 
reaching the knots, much less loosening them. For now, I'd let her 
try.

I turned back to Kara. Stroking her hair from behind. She just sat 
still and suffered the touch.

I hopped back up on the desk. Facing her. Her eyes were still tearing 
but she had gotten the old defiance back again. She opened her mouth 
to say something. I slapped her again before she could get the words 
out.

"Ow. Please. What was that for?"

"I felt like it."

"God. Please. I was just going to tell you ..."

I slapped her again. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. Not 
understanding why she was being hit.

"Owowow. Please. Stop slapping me. I'll do whatever it is you want."

I slapped her again. This time she tensed for it and her face flipped 
to the side. Slowly she brought her face back around. I wasn't hitting 
her that hard. Her face would sting for a while, but there wouldn't be 
any lasting damage. Couple of red hand prints. I'm sure it wasn't 
comfortable but overall she'd be fine.

"Please?" she implored me. Not having a clue what I wanted. How she 
could stop me from slapping her.

I slapped her other cheek. Her head rocked. She turned back towards 
me. Hate burning in her eyes, but this time she kept her mouth closed. 
She just waited for the next slap.

I leaned back on the desk and just regarded her. Her pinned breasts 
heaving as she softly cried.

"Have you been thinking about Julie?" I asked her.

"Please."

I slapped her again. Her left cheek again. Her cheeks were getting 
really red. Tears were free flowing down the reddened cheeks. Her head 
rocked to the right and she wept there for a moment. Finally she 
turned her head back towards me. Beginning to understand that she 
wasn't to speak.

I waited a few moments and then repeated the question.

"Have you been thinking about Julie?"

This time, Kara just shook her head in the negative. I stroked her 
face instead of slapping it this time.

"You realize that you two are going to have sex for me?"

A confused look on her face. So wanting to talk to me about this. 
Wanting to somehow persuade me not to play this perverse game.

She shook her head. Wrong answer. I slapped her face again. Right 
cheek. Her head rocked to the left. Weeping. She didn't turn her face 
back this time. She spoke, turned away from me.

"I can't. Please. I'll do whatever else you ... aahhhhhhh. Please. No 
more. Fuck. That hurts. Oh God. Please. My nipples. My poor nipples. 
Fuck. Stop. No more. Please. For the love of Christ. Stop."

I released her nipple pins. As soon as the pain faded she managed to 
turn her face back towards me. The spark of defiance still showed 
through her pain. I slapped her. Harder this time. Still not telling 
her why. I think she was beginning to make the connections. She 
speaks, she gets slapped. If she tries to avoid it, her nipples get my 
attention and she gets slapped anyway. Harder.

After she managed to get control of herself, she slowly turned her 
face back towards me. Begging with her eyes.

"You realize that you two are going to have sex for me, right?"

She took a deep breath. Still wanting desperately to protest. She 
slowly nodded.

"Because you are going to sit there and get slapped unless you do as 
you are told. Right?"

She nodded again.

"So. Don't you think that you should be thinking about that nude woman 
currently tied to that chair over there?"

Another look of confusion crossed her face. Not wanting to answer but 
knowing she had to. She nodded again.

I stroked her short blonde hair. "Good girl."

Her face flushed. I could see her wanting to turn her face away in 
shame, but knew the consequences. Her nipples knew the consequences.

"Now. Do you want those clothespins off your breasts?"

A big nod. Easy to tell the truth here.

"How about having your ankles loosened?"

Another huge nod.

"Do you want to make love to Julie?"

A look of confusion crossed her face. Tears welling up again. She 
slowly nodded. Thinking that this was the answer I wanted. I knew that 
she was lying. I gave her a light slap. Not even enough to really feel 
compared to the others, but enough for her to know that she had done 
something wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Afraid. Not 
knowing what the hell I wanted from her. Not being able to ask.

She slowly shook her head. Negative.

"Kara. I just want the truth. I know that you don't want to make love 
to her. I still am going to enjoy watching you do it, but I know that 
you don't want to."

She nodded. Slowly. Tears falling. She understood. She understood the 
pain of the slaps.

"Now. I gave you a chance to get those clothespins off your breasts 
once before. By begging. And you messed it up. So I guess that you'll 
have to live with them for a while. You want to beg to have your 
ankles loosened?"

She closed her eyes and nodded.

"You can speak now."

No hesitation this time. "Oh God. Please. I'm begging you. I can't 
feel my toes. They're numb. I don't want to lose them. I'm afraid. 
There's no circulation at all. I'll get down on my knees if you'll let 
me."

"Beg Jane. Not me."

Confusion crossed her face. But she was beginning to see that 
disobedience caused discomfort and punishment. Whether it made any 
sense to her or not. And she really was worried about her feet. That I 
could see. She was trying desperately to twist in her ankle ropes, 
trying to find somewhere to allow some circulation. There simply 
wasn't any position because of the tightness of the ropes. She could 
barely even twist her ankles.

"Jane? Please? I'm begging for my feet. Please? The ropes on my 
ankles. They are too tight. Oh God. I'm going to lose my feet. I don't 
want to lose them. Please. Have mercy on me. I'm not asking to be 
released. Just loosened. Just a bit. Please? Let me have circulation? 
I'm begging you."

I turned to Jane. Still on her knees behind Julie.

"Jane? You think that you can loosen these things with your hands 
cuffed?"

"It will take me a while. But if she cooperates ..." Jane's voice 
trailed off.

"You going to cooperate?" I turned to Kara.

"Yes, sir."

"Come here, Jane."

She rose to her bare feet and padded over to the desk. I had her raise 
her hands and I released her handcuffs letting them dangle from her 
left wrist. She immediately knelt and gasped as she saw the pair of 
blue bare feet in front of her. Her fingers immediately began to work 
at the knots. They were my knots so she didn't have as much trouble as 
if she'd tied them. In a few minutes, Kara's right foot was free of 
the chair leg. I watched as the pink colour returned to her lower 
extremity. Tears of relief dripped down her face. Jane worked on her 
left foot while I talked to her.

"Kara?"

She looked at me. Almost defeated.

"Are you sorry about the handcuffs?"

She slowly nodded. I actually believed that she was.

Her left foot came free of the ropes. She flexed her toes. The colour 
returning to her left foot as well.

Suddenly she gasped. Pain crossing her face. Pulling at her handcuffs. 
Tears of pain crawling down her cheeks again.

"Please. Oh God," she gasped out. "My feet. Oh my God. My feet."

"What's the matter?"

"Tingling. Pins and needles. Oh God. I can't take it." Trying to hold 
her bare feet still against the floor.

"Janey? Massage her feet."

"Sir? That will hurt her."

"I know. Kara? You keep your feet still for Jane. Okay?"

"Oh God. Please don't touch .... God. Oh God. Please. I'll do anything 
you want. They fucking hurt. Please make her stop. Oooowwwwwww."

I let the woman suffer, eventually Jane's fingers massaging the blood 
back into the poor woman's feet. I could see the relief flow into her 
features as the pain faded.

"Jane. Retie them. But not as tight. Okay?"

Jane nodded and I hopped off the desk, leaving the tormented women to 
finish. I crouched in front of Julie. My forearms easily rested on her 
bare thighs. Christi was still kneeling there, stroking the girl. 
She'd raised up on her knees and was stroking the girl's long brown 
hair with her cuffed hands.

"Julie?"

She was still quietly sobbing. Probably scared by what I'd done to 
Kara.

Christ whispered in the girls ear. "Julie, honey? You have to answer 
him. You don't want to feel what Kara felt, do you?"

"Please? Don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want."

"That's good. So you'll make love to Kara for me?"

"I. I'm not sure I can."

"But you'll try?"

"I'm not a lesbian. Please don't make me do that."

Christi spoke up. "Remember what we talked about, Julie? You have to 
try."

"I'll try. Just don't slap me. Please?"

I ran my fingertips down her bare exposed breasts and she cringed. I 
rose.

Jane had finished re-tying Kara's ankles. I crouched and double 
checked the knots. I'd never caught her not tying up a girl to the 
best of her ability. Kara wasn't going anywhere but her feet wouldn't 
fall asleep due to lack of circulation again. I ran my finger along 
Kara's right instep and up her calf. She shuddered but was smart 
enough not to make a complaint.

"Thanks, Jane."

She just smiled. Knowing that she was damn good at knots. She crawled 
out from the foot of Kara's chair. Knelt by Julie's chair.

"Christi? Jane? On your feet."

The girls obediently rose to their feet with me. I recuffed Jane's 
hands. She made no complaint. I guided them towards the doorway. Their 
bare feet moving ahead of me. As we passed the door, I turned back to 
the remaining women.

"Amy?"

She turned towards me hopefully. Forced to remain voluntarily 
immobile. Her hands still cuffed behind her. The ball gag still 
stretching her mouth.

"I'll let you out of that gag when I get back."

Her face fell. Hoping for the use of her mouth again. But silently 
accepting her punishment. Not having much choice. Not as though she 
could take it out of her own mouth.

"Julie and Kara? When I get back, you should be ready to have sex. 
Okay?"

Kara defeated, nodded. Julie shook her head. Neither was very 
enthusiastic about it. Julie pulled once more at the ropes holding her 
bare body and gave up. Slumping in the bonds.

I picked up the pack and I closed the door as I walked out with the 
girls.





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