Message-ID: <12464eli$9806241155@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12464.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 108 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [108/???] 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: <19980624040849.20534.rocketmail@send1a.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-consensual 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 108 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- I turned away from Sheila and Amy briefly to turn my gaze to Elizabeth. The woman was still on her knees watching Sheila perform the task she was rightfully her's. "Elizabeth?" She turned towards my voice, fright plastered across her features. I motioned for her to approach the bed. She swallowed, and shuffled forward on her bare knees, probably frightened of increasing her punishment by rising to her feet. "Please sir. This slave begs forgiveness." I touched her bare shoulder, indicating that she should rise to the bed. She did, sitting on the edge, looking in fear at my face. I could still hear Amy and Sheila's small noises as they had sex, but I tried to ignore it, having to deal with this woman in front of me first. "Kneel." Elizabeth hastened to obey, bringing her legs up onto the bed and kneeling demurely beside me. When she saw me pick up the handcuffs from the bedside table, she gave be a look of pleading, but allowed me to cuff her wrists behind her back. She didn't even ask why, knowing the reason. "Come lie down with me." She struggled with her hands pinned behind her, finally stretching her bare body out with her back against me. Her bound hands reached for my groin, but I stopped her. She turned her head as much as she could, confused. "Why, Elizabeth?" "Why do I want to touch you?" A note of incredulity crept into her voice. My eyes had returned to the view of Sheila slowly licking at Amy's pussy in front of me. Amy was pulling at her ropes, eyes closed. Concentrating. I wasn't sure if she was concentrating on Sheila's sensations or on trying to ignore them. It wasn't like I'd ordered either female to enjoy it or climax. Still watching the girls having forced sex in front of me, I wrapped my arms around Elizabeth, letting my hands idly brush at her nipples. She gasped as she realized what I was doing, but finally just relaxed, knowing that if I wanted to touch her, I would. If I was going to put her in pain, I would. Nothing she could do about it. "Why wouldn't you do what Sheila is doing? You knew you'd be punished." She paled, I could see it from where I was lying. "Please, sir. I. I don't know. Normally I would have. I swear it. But. I don't know. I'm tired. And I'm tired of having to listen to you. And I didn't feel like making love to another woman." "It's going to be worse. Your punishment." "I know. God. I'm hoping I can make you forget about that." I felt her finger tips find me through my jeans. "There are nicer things that I could do for you rather than punish me." "Elizabeth. Stop. You are getting punished whether you play or not. Right now, I just want to watch the two beautiful women in front of us and find out why you disobeyed." I carefully pinched her erect nipples making her cry out a little. Amy opened her eyes, seeing me fondling Elizabeth. She moaned again and closed her eyes. He hands stopped their probing behind her with the pain in her breasts. She tacitly understood that she wasn't to play with me. For the second time today, I wondered if I was complete moron. "Please, sir. I'll be good. I swear it. I'm sorry." "I don't understand. Did you want a punishment?" "No sir. I. I just didn't want to lick Amy. Badly enough to risk a punishment. I. God. I'm so fucking tired of being a slave. Having to lie here naked and handcuffed, not being able to stop you from caressing my skin, not being able to stop you from hurting me. Not being allowed clothing. You have no idea what it's like. Never knowing. Being punished because I didn't want to have sex. I'd give you all the sex you want. Willingly. Why do you want me to make love to another woman, when you know I'm straight?" Tears were falling from her eyes as she spoke. "It excites me." "Of course it does. We're not even human to you anymore, are we? I'm a person down here. I have a will. I hurt, and cry. Remember? I can choose who I'm with, can't I?" "Not in this timeline. I choose for you. And I know you hurt. That's why you are supposed to listen to orders." I pinched her again, letting her know I was still there. She cried out again and squirmed in my arms. All the instincts in her body telling her to get up and stop this. She fought them down, knowing that it would just increase her discomfort later. "Please. I know. I know. I'll do what you want. I'll take Sheila's place. I don't want to be hurt. I. I'm frightened." "Change your mind?" "Yes. Yes. Please stop pinching me. Oh God." The two women had stopped at Elizabeth's cries of pain. I glanced over at them and Sheila quickly bent back to her task, slurping noises came from the chair. "Elizabeth, I'm afraid it's far too late. I can't let you get away with outright disobedience anymore than I'd let any of the girls get away with it. Whether you lick her now or not, I'm going to punish you." "Oh God." She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what I might have planned for her. I continued to lightly brush at her nipples and watch Amy and Sheila. Amy's breathing had significantly increased since Sheila had begun. Elizabeth fell in and out of soft sobbing as I played with her body. Eventually I stopped touching her as Christi and Jane walked into the room. I was surprised to see that they were both unclothed. Their clothing was draped over their arms. As soon as they entered the room they both dropped to their knees. They were both stunning, as usual. After a shower, these girls absolutely glowed. Their hair shone, their finger and toe nails were both bright pink. Their faces had light make-up. "Why aren't you dressed?" I asked Jane. She swallowed her pride and replied, "This slave was unsure whether she was allowed to dress. I. She knows that her clothes were in the bathroom, but she also knows the penalty for dressing without permission. Master had not given her explicit permission. She really doesn't want to be covered in syrup again. Please let her dress. Please?" I smiled at that. I thought I'd been clear that they should dress by just laying out the clothes. They were obviously hoping to dress, but decided to play it safe. Smart girls. I nodded, pleased at them. "Go on. Get dressed." Smiles broke out on their faces and they looked positively radiant as they pulled the clothing over their nudity. Jane adjusted the garment around herself and knelt quickly. It took Christi a bit longer to get into her sweater and jeans, her fingers still playing at the top button of the jeans as she, too, knelt for me. I could see that they were dying to ask about the two girls having sex, but held their tongues. I made them stay on their knees for a few minutes just watching the naked women making love in the chair. Amy was almost certainly getting flustered in her ropes. Her nipples had reacted to the stimulus and she still had her eyes closed. I had no idea how good Sheila was, but apparently she was fairly good. Perhaps I'd have to sample her mouth soon as well. I tore my gaze away from Amy and Sheila and addressed Jane and Christi as though Elizabeth wasn't in my arms. "Elizabeth has already earned herself a punishment." "Oh Liz," Christi sighed. "What did she do? If I'm allowed to ask." "She was supposed to be where Sheila is." "Elizabeth, honey. You know he'll make you do it anyway." "I. I know," the girl whispered in my arms. I released the nude woman in my arms. "Kneel." She scrambled to obey, already afraid of her punishment that she'd been unable to avoid so far. I gazed into her soft face, brushing at her hair that curled around her face. "Now, Elizabeth, you get an extra torment." She just hung her head, not wanting to know. Not even knowing what brought this latest torment on. "You get to choose a girl to join you in your punishment. We don't want you to suffer alone, now do we?" She looked up in horror, realizing what I was asking of her. "Oh God. Please no. Just me. Don't punish anyone else. God. They haven't done anything." "I have half a mind to just punish two of the others and make you watch what you caused." "Oh God. You bastard. You can't do that." "Actually, I can. But I think it would be much more effective if I punish two girls with you being one of them." Tears began to run down her face. "Oh no. Please no. I'll take whatever you want. Just punish me. Twice if you have to. They don't deserve it. It was me. Not them. Please, have some pity. They'll hate me. Oh God ..." she broke down to sobs at this point, her hands softly fighting the restraints on her. Wanting to strike out at me, but unable. I let her cry for a while until she calmed a bit. "Elizabeth, you should think about these things before disobeying." "Jesus Christ. It's not fair. We. I. Please. What can I do to stop this? I'll be good. I'll beg to have sex with Amy. All of them. Anything. You don't need to punish anyone else. Oh God. We're not animals. We're people. Please. We all have feelings. I don't like it, but I'll let you punish me. Even that's not fair. All I wanted was to be free. I just didn't want to have sex with Amy. That's not that unreasonable. I. Please. Not anyone else. I'll do what you want." Her tears were falling uncontrollably down her soft face. "I want you to choose someone else to join you. If you don't choose, I'll pick for you, and all five of you will get punished. Or I'll punish you until you pick someone." "Oh God. I can't. I can't." "I'll make it easier on you. I don't want to untie Amy, and Sheila really isn't ready for the punishment I have in mind for you. So that just leaves either Christi or Jane." Both girls shifted uneasily on the floor, but knew that one of them was getting punished, essentially for nothing. But they'd accept it easier than Elizabeth was going to have a time choosing. "You are such a bastard." Jane spoke up quietly from the floor. "Elizabeth, honey. Listen to him. Choose one of us and get it over with. It's going to happen anyway, and we're not going to hate you, no matter who you choose. We know who's hurting us and it isn't you. Relax. Pick me. I don't mind." Christi swallowed hard and spoke in a small voice as well. "Elizabeth, sweety. I don't mind either." Elizabeth looked up miserably at me, tears rolling down her face. "I can't," she cried pitifully towards me. "Please don't make me do this. They're the only friends I have." "Elizabeth, would you rather I crop your breasts?" She hung her head and nodded. "You realize that I'll crop them until you decide." She nodded again miserably. Jane lowered her head and spoke softly. "Please, Elizabeth, you don't have to go through that. I'll do it. I'll be your punishment partner. Please." Elizabeth looked up and thrust her chest out towards me. "Elizabeth, you don't want to do this." "I'll hold still. Maybe this will lessen what comes later." "It won't." "I'll chance it. Can a slave scream?" "You're not going to be able to hold it in. I promise you." She tried to control her fear and her tears, her hands weakly pulling at the steel behind her. "Christi? Can you get the crop for me?" "Please no. You don't have to do this. Elizabeth, please. For us. We don't want to watch this. Just choose one of us. We don't mind. Honestly." Elizabeth just shook her head. Seeing this, Christi sighed heavily, trying to control her own tears and retrieved the crop from the pack. As she approached she still tried to avoid this. "Elizabeth, please." "Christi, I can't." "You will anyway. Just pick one of us. Now. Your breasts. It's going to hurt." I held out my hand. I watched as Christi seriously considered slicing my hand with the crop, but thought better of it. She placed it gently in my hand and glumly turned herself away. She padded back to her spot on her bare feet and knelt, her clothes rustling as she moved. If Elizabeth picked Christi, she was going to lose those clothes and she knew it. "Ready?" I whispered to Elizabeth. She nodded, holding her breath. I glanced over to Sheila and Amy. They had stopped again, and were watching the show with Elizabeth in morbid fascination. Softly I spoke to them. "You two girls want to feel this thing too?" Sheila paled and dove back to her task. Within moments, the two girls were moaning again, though I don't really know if it was in ecstasy or humiliation. I'd put my money on humiliation. Without any further warning I brought the riding crop down vertically against Elizabeth's right breast. It danced crazily on her chest and a red mark almost immediately formed beside her nipple. It took a moment for the pain of the blow to register to her brain, and she just knelt calmly until it hit. Her face screwed itself up in a mask of agony, but she clenched her teeth around it and bore it somehow without crying out. I watched as both Christi and Jane cringed at the sound of the blow. I had held back so that I was on the border of breaking the girl's skin. She would hurt for a long time, but it wouldn't last beyond a few hours. "Choose?" She shook her head, this time real fear entering her eyes as she knelt there unable to protect herself from the pain. I let another fall just as hard beside her right nipple, careful not to hit her sensitive nub. This time the pain hit her faster and she gasped in a breath. Her breath came in short bursts, like a woman in labour, trying to ease the stripe of raw pain burning down her breasts. "Elizabeth, choose." "I can't." "You can. The next one is across the nipples." "Oh God. I can't. Please don't make me do this. Please stop." I sighed and carefully lined up the next blow. To her credit she knelt still even knowing where the next one was going to land. She wouldn't be able to take much of this. She didn't flinch as the crop lashed across her vulnerable nipples. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Shit. Oh God. It hurts. Please no more. I can't. Can't you see that. I can't. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owie. Oh God, it hurts. Not there. No more. Please." She had collapsed across the bed to the side, her bare feet kicking weakly, her wrists pulling at their bonds. Anything to cradle her burning breasts and nipples. I let her cry and moan for a few minutes and then got a little impatient. "Kneel." "Oh God. I can't." "You can." She struggled with her body, trying to force it back up to her knees, her hands impeding her progress. I sat back and watched. Next time I was going to have to help her, but for now she still had the strength to do it herself. She finally got back to her knees and looked at me miserably through her tears. "Why?" she asked. "You know why. Because you won't choose. Because you are being disobedient." "I'm not a damn dog." "If you are, you're a damn pretty dog. Please. I don't want to hit you again for this. Please just choose one." "Think about what you are asking. I can't. You're asking me to choose which of two girls are going to be tortured for no reason. I'm not God. Please don't make me do it. You choose." "We are going to keep this up until you either pass out, or choose. It's going to hurt." "I know. It hurts already. Believe me, it hurts." I sighed. It was going to take some time to break her. Eventually it was going to hurt so much that just the thought of another stroke across her vulnerable breasts was going to make her choose, but it was going to take a while. She really didn't want to choose. And I couldn't blame her. But this was part of her punishment. I wasn't going to allow her not to choose. I was becoming a battle between her and I. Her will against mine. She was going to lose. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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