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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-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


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Chapter 113 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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"Girls? Are you ready?"

Jane looked up at me from her bent position and begged silently with 
her eyes. She really didn't like this, and I couldn't blame her. She 
whispered quietly.

"Please don't do this to us."

Elizabeth just silently cried, looking down at the floor.

I picked up the small black box. It felt warm in my hand. I ensured 
that the settings were low. I couldn't imagine what this thing did, 
how it would feel, what these women would be going through. I decided 
to take it slow, try to determine how much to torment them with it. I 
really didn't want to hurt them as much as Mayer had hurt Sheila.

I rested my thumb on the small red button. Jane just closed her eyes, 
trying to brace her bound body. She had resigned herself that begging 
simply wasn't going to free her from the pain. Tears ran down her face 
as she anticipated it.

I swallowed, almost hesitant to press the button. They had been 
tormented enough. I couldn't imagine what they'd already been through, 
being bound, helpless, violated.

I watched them both carefully as I let my thumb press the button. The 
reaction was instantaneous. Both girls bodies snapped rigid. Jane 
managed to hold onto her pain better than Elizabeth. Elizabeth raised 
her head and screamed pitifully. Her bound body strained against the 
ropes holding her, even her bare toes curling. Jane's face raised as 
well, and I could see her pressing her lips tightly together, 
desperately trying to control the scream.

I relented and released the button. So little effort on my part, so 
much torment on theirs.

Elizabeth and Jane slumped into their bonds, both breathing heavily. 
Elizabeth was mumbling quietly, "I'm sorry. Oh my God. I'm sorry. I'm 
sorry. I'm sorry."

Jane gathered in her strength and looked at me, tears running down her 
face.

"Please," she whispered to me.

Sheila had turned her head away, her fingers tugging gently at my 
jeans.

"God. Please don't do that again to them. Please?" Sheila begged, 
upturning her face towards me.

I gently stroked Sheila's hair as she wept. She knew exactly what the 
girls were going through.

I caught Jane's eyes and she begged, not knowing what else to do.

"Please. Master. A slave. She begs you not to do that again to her. It 
hurts. She. She can't describe how much it hurts. Inside. Please 
don't. She'll do anything you want."

Elizabeth just hung in her bonds moaning. Unable to speak.

"It didn't kill you, did it?"

"Please. I can't take it again. It hurts so much. Please turn it down. 
Take this thing out of me. I can do things for you. Anything. You'll 
like it more than hurting me. Please. Oh God. Please. You can take 
away my clothes. I'll stand here all day if you want. Please don't 
press that button again. Please?"

"Janey? It's already turned all the way down."

"Oh God. Please not again. Elizabeth has learned her lesson. We don't 
need to be hurt like this. Oh God. Please. Please."

Elizabeth, finally raised her head. Misery written across her 
features, tears falling shamelessly from her eyes. She twisted her 
hands in her cuffs, desperately wanting this to end.

"Please. I've learned. I'll obey. I'll do whatever you want. Anything. 
Just not again. I. Hurt. Please."

"You'll lick Amy?"

"Yes." She seemed almost eager now.

"You'll beg to lick Amy?"

"Oh God. Anything. Please, let me lick Amy. I'll lick her for as long 
as you want. I'll enjoy it. Anything you want. Please don't."

"If I agreed to let Jane go, would you allow me to press this button 
again?"

Her face collapsed, her own pain overwhelming her. This wasn't a fair 
question, I could see how much she hurt, how much she didn't want to 
be pulsed again.

She pressed her lips together, squirming in her bonds. She reluctantly 
nodded her head.

"Sorry? I didn't hear you."

"Oh God. Yes. Please let Jane go. I'll let you do it again to me if 
you want. I don't have a choice anyway. What can I do to stop you?"

"It's more than that, Elizabeth. I want you to beg to be hurt again."

"Oh God. Don't make me do that." Her face was flushing. She knew that 
she was going to get it again, like it or not. But if she begged, Jane 
might not have to endure it as well. But she didn't want to beg for 
it, either. She pressed her lips together.

"Alright. No problem."

"Wait." Elizabeth cried out just before I pressed the button again.

"Yes?"

"Please. This slave is begging to be shocked again. Please hurt her. 
She deserves it. But please. Jane doesn't. Not again. It hurts so 
much. Her. Her pussy is still hurting. Please release Jane. Shock me 
if you have to. I'll take it. I'll scream. But I'll take it. Turn it 
up, even. I'd beg you on my knees. But let Jane go. Please."

I nodded. She'd had enough. I didn't want to completely break her. I 
just wanted to make sure that she obeyed in the future. This thing 
really hurt, by the sound of it.

"You sure you want to do this?"

Elizabeth pulled at her cuffs but silently nodded. She'd take the pain 
alone, rather than have Jane involved any further. If she had a 
choice.

Jane looked up at me.

"You bastard. I'll take it as well. Don't make her beg for this, you 
son of a bitch. Nobody should have to endure this."

"She's already begged enough, Janey. Relax. You'll be out of this in a 
second."

"Oh God."

I rose, leaving the box on the chair. I approached Jane and cupped her 
face in my hands, forcing her to look at me through her tears.

"I just wish I could put you up here, just once," she whispered to me. 
"You have no concept what you just put us through, do you? It hurts. 
Feel my nipple."

I reached up to her trapped nipple and felt it throbbing and warm 
beneath my finger. Jane gasped at the touch but managed to stay 
still.

"Feel it? Imagine what it feels like from this end. I had fucking 
electricity flowing through there. It hurt. Like hell. Now imagine the 
worst pain you've ever had and then multiply it by ten. That's what it 
felt like between my legs. Please. I kept quiet for you. Please, have 
mercy on her. She can't take it. I'll take it for her. Let her go. I 
can take another pulse if you don't leave it on. If you must see a 
girl in agony. Please. For me?"

"Jane, you are one brave little girl. I can't. It has to be 
Elizabeth."

"Why? Don't get me wrong. I don't want this either, but she'll pass 
out. She won't be any fun if she passes out, will she? You don't have 
any idea how much this hurts. How much it hurts to even have your arms 
like this. Oh God. What can I say to convince you."

I kissed her cheek. "Nothing, my sweet one."

"Oh God." She hung her head in defeat, tears falling from her eyes 
again. I glanced over at Sheila, who was looking positively sick at 
this exchange.

I traced my fingers slowly up Jane's leg, under her dress, savouring 
the feel of her silken skin. She cried out a bit at the touch, but 
didn't move. She was probably sensitive all over her body from the 
shock I'd forced her to endure. I couldn't imagine how Sheila had 
taken a shock at a higher level if Jane was having this much trouble 
at level one. And I could see how higher levels might be lethal.

I carefully felt for the tape between Jane's legs and carefully peeled 
it from her skin. She cried out again, as the tape lifted some of her 
sparse pubic hair with it. But that indignity couldn't have been 
anywhere near as bad as what she had endured earlier.

I slowly eased the probe from her sore vagina as she gasped. She 
sighed in relief as I pulled the shiny phallus out from under her 
dress.

"Thank-you," she whispered as she was relieved of her violation and 
the source of her torture.

"Feel better?"

"Much. But please don't do this to Elizabeth. She doesn't deserve it."

"I know she doesn't, sweetheart. I know."

"Why then? What can I offer you not to do it."

"Your breasts?"

"My breasts? You already have them. They're yours."

"Beg me to whip them."

"You know I will. As much and as long as you like."

"Don't scream when I hit them?"

"Oh God. Please. You know I can't do that. Gag me if you want me to be 
quiet. Please."

"Try. You'll have lots of motivation."

"Will trying be good enough? Will you shock her anyway if I scream?"

"Hold off screaming for the first five. How's that?"

"And you'll let her out of the shocks?"

"Yes. But I don't promise that I won't hit her breasts as well."

"Oh God. Alright. I'll try. What if I fail?"

"You won't. But if you do, I'll shock her. And I'll increase the 
shocks to level two."

"You bastard. So it's all up to me."

"You begged me to let you offer something. I was just going to give 
her one more small dose. You raised the stakes here."

"Oh God. I'm sorry."

"You still have the choice. I don't really mind either way."

"You are a monster. You know that? I'm not sure if I can keep quiet."

I smiled at her. "You did during the electricity thing."

"That took every ounce of my strength. I'm not sure I can do it again. 
Please. Just let us go. We've suffered for you enough."

"Janey? Sweety? Do you want to try this, or not?"

"Oh God. You son of a bitch. I don't have a choice, do I? I'll try. I 
can't watch her go through that again. Knowing it was because I 
couldn't stop it."

"Jane. Please don't. I might pass out, but I won't feel anything if I 
do. Let me do this. I got us into this," Elizabeth pleaded with her 
from her tether. "I. I have to do this."

Jane whispered to her, "I'm sorry. I have to do this as well. He could 
do all this anyway to me. Don't you see? He's giving me a chance here. 
He didn't have to. I have to try."

I carried the silver probe over to Elizabeth and knelt in front of 
her.

"Elizabeth, I know that this is going to be hard, but you have to do 
this. Otherwise, I'm going to make it a lot worse on you. Okay?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to hold this thing in your mouth."

"But. Please. It's been in her."

"I know, baby. If Jane fails, then you still have to hold it while I 
press that button."

"I can't do that."

"You'll have to."

"Oh God. Please don't do this."

"Kiss it." I held the device of torment to her lips. She wrinkled her 
pretty nose and pressed her lips together, refusing to touch it with 
her mouth.

"I'm going to give you one more chance, Elizabeth. Don't do this to 
yourself." My fingers stole up under her bound body and caressed her 
right nipple gently, the unclamped one. She gasped but still refused.

"Elizabeth. Sweety. Do what he says. Don't you remember how much it 
hurts? He'll shock you until you do what he says. My pussy still 
aches, I'm sure your's does too. Just hold it. I'll make sure you 
don't get shocked again. I don't taste that bad," Jane coaxed the girl 
from her bonds.

Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes as she regarded me, a mixture of fear 
and anger in her eyes. She pressed herself forward against the bonds 
and quickly touched her lips to the slick probe, tasting Jane. I 
pressed the tip of the phallus against her lips and she reluctantly 
opened them, allowing me to press the thing into her warm mouth. I 
watched as she was forced to provide some suction with her cheeks to 
hold the thing in her mouth. She moaned a bit, but succeeding in 
controlling her instincts to push it out. She was effectively gagging 
herself. She actually looked quite beautiful, but I'm sure she 
wouldn't have thought so.

I moved back over to Jane.

"You ready?"

"Not really," she glared at me, knowing how much this was going to 
hurt her and not being allowed to scream.

I turned back to my free assistant, Sheila still on her knees by the 
recliner.

"Sheila, get me a small paddle?"

"Please don't make me help with this. I don't want to hurt her."

"I'm not going to make you hit her. I promise."

Sheila, resigned, climbed back to her bare feet and padded back to the 
closet. Eyes downcast, she handed me the paddle as she returned. She 
begged me with her eyes and then knelt back down in her spot beside 
the chair, wanting to look away, but morbidly fascinated how Jane was 
going to make out.






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