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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 129 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I nodded, agreeing that Christi could stay.

Jane spoke quietly from her kneeling position in the grass.

"Can this slave beg to have her breasts freed?"

"Why?" I asked her as she stared at me with her deep brown eyes.

Her expression was a classic what-kind-of-stupid-question-is-that? But 
she managed to control her mouth, knowing mouthing off wasn't going to 
help her.

"Master. Please. This slave hurts. She doesn't want to hurt anymore."

I sat up and idly traced my finger down her right breast. The flesh 
was taut and straining against the ropes squeezing her. The clamps 
were still tightly compressing her nipples. It did look very 
uncomfortable. Her bare breasts were slightly discoloured from the 
bondage, but she wasn't really in any danger of having true 
circulation problems there.

Even though I'm sure that my touch was causing her discomfort, she 
knelt still, grimacing.

I let my finger trace down between her breasts, feeling the roughness 
of the ropes there. I let it drag on the chain between her nipples 
causing her to cry to out. I continued down until I touched her pubic 
hair. I toyed with it, as though I owned it. I suppose I did, in a 
way. She moaned at the sensations, as I lightly pulled at her hair and 
softly stroked her sex.

I glanced quickly at Christi kneeling nude beside us. Her face was a 
mask of disappointment, but she hadn't started crying yet. She held 
herself a little stiff, but didn't interfere. When she caught my 
glance at her, she tried to smile. It didn't really succeed, but at 
least she had tried.

I let my finger slip between Jane's lips, finding her as wet as 
Christi had indicated earlier. I was surprised at her arousal, though 
I suppose that I could understand it. After all, this was my intent 
from the start of this. Jane was moaning and struggling to keep 
herself still as I explored her. I could feel the slight movement of 
her hips as she knelt. I couldn't imagine the effort she was putting 
into keeping still. As I lightly circled her swollen clitoris she 
shuddered. Fearful that she was going to go over the edge before I 
wanted her to, I withdrew my fingers. She cried out, almost begging 
for the touch to resume.

Instead, I lay back in the grass. Jane watched and sighed as she 
watched my movements. She swallowed heavily, twisting at her 
restraints. The poor creature only wanted to climax. She was the one 
in chains, and in pain, and she was expected to do the work. She 
shuddered, but rose up on her knees and shuffled forward towards me. I 
could feel her heat as she moved up my legs. I had to stop her as she 
pressed herself into my thighs as she made her way slowly up my body, 
rubbing herself and sighing.

She straddled me, her thigh muscles quivering. Her eyes shone with 
tears as she struggled. She twisted her body trying to help herself, 
trying to reach around with her bound hands. Her efforts were 
unsuccessful. She couldn't reach around herself to touch me, to guide 
me into her. Finally she collapsed, letting herself fall against me. I 
was pressed up between her folds, where I'd never been before. I 
wasn't inside of her, but she began to rub herself slowly up and down 
the length of me, gasping.

"Jane?"

"Please no. Let me climax. Please."

"Not like this."

She stopped her movements, crying in frustration.

"I can't get you inside. Not like this. And you won't help. Please. I 
want you inside me. I'm begging you."

She rose up again off me. I could still feel her heat even from that 
far away. I began to reach forward to help her when I felt another 
light touch. I gasped as Christi moved forward and reached for me.

She took a deep breath and held me. Jane leaned forward and kissed 
Christi's cheek as she positioned herself over top of me. Christi used 
her hands in place of Jane's trapped ones to guide me inside of the 
girl. I couldn't imagine the will power and self sacrifice that it 
must have taken her, but she did it. I cried out and closed my eyes as 
I felt Jane engulf me. Jane cried out at the sensations, throwing her 
own head back. She sat still, and I couldn't help but enjoy the 
softness of her, her arousal, her gentle internal pulsing.

I opened my eyes as a shadow crossed them. My vision was full of a 
blonde slit hovering a few centimeters above my face. I glanced 
forward, between the silky thighs on either side of my head and saw 
Jane rocking herself very slowly, impaled on me. Her eyes were closed, 
and her tormented breasts were rising and falling with a fervor that I 
don't think I'd ever seen on her.

Christi glanced down at me between her legs, smiling.

"I'll move if you want," she said mischievously.

I didn't say anything. Like I wanted her to move. Like hell.

Satisfied with my lack of an answer, she said to me softly, "I don't 
want to cum like this. Alright?"

It sounded a bit too much like an order for my liking.

"You'll climax if I tell you to," I mentioned to her as I lifted my 
hands to stroke at her soft skin of the backs of her thighs.

"Yes, Master," Christi spoke quietly, probably more to appease me. She 
knew that if she didn't anger me, I'd do as she wanted.

She lowered herself slightly and brought herself on quivering thighs 
to my mouth. I gently licked at her, enjoying her sweetness and her 
soft skin. I found her clitoris, completely engorged, and teased her. 
I could hear her moans as she pressed herself down, trying to tell me 
silently where to touch her. Smiling to myself, I refused, I licked 
her, but purposely to tease. She ground herself down as I touched her 
with my tongue. I could hear her soft begging.

I tried to concentrate on Jane's tightness, her slow rhythmic rocking. 
I'd had so much sex this morning that I was a little numb. I had 
excellent control of this. Jane could probably ride me as hard as she 
liked and I would have to concentrate completely to climax in her. So 
I wasn't too worried about performance. I continued to lick Christi 
until she tensed. Crying out, she pulled herself away from me.

The girl was breathing very heavily as she climbed off my face. I 
watched her in amusement as she knelt beside us. Her bare breasts were 
dancing with her arousal. She was flushed from head to toe.

"I. I didn't want to cum that way," she spoke in explanation. My 
teasing had driven her to the point of climax, despite how careful to 
only tease her I'd been.

I watched as she let her own fingers drop between her thighs and give 
herself a touch. She looked like she was trying to keep herself on the 
edge without going over.

I let my gaze wander to the girl currently teasing my penis. She was 
beginning to find a slow rhythm, rocking herself and slowly riding me. 
I have no idea why she wasn't pushing herself harder. She was one hot 
little girl and she seemed to be prolonging this, trying to make it 
last.

"Janey?" I called gently to her.

She looked up and opened her eyes. She twisted in her cuffs a little, 
but managed to answer. Her eyes were glazed.

"Yes, Master?"

"What's the matter?"

"Matter, sir?" she stopped her rhythm, settling herself down with me 
completely buried in her softness. "Aren't you enjoying it?"

"You don't seem to be working towards a climax."

"I. This slave doesn't have permission to climax."

She was still deep in this submissive role. But I had a feeling that 
this wasn't her problem.

"You do now," I spoke gently to her.

"Does her master want more?" she asked, still a little glazed.

"I want what you want," I answered her. "I don't mind if you want to 
keep it slow."

She licked her lips. "I. This slave apologizes. She. She likes this. 
Please don't misunderstand. She loves this. But she also knows that 
..." she voice trailed off.

"What?" I asked her. For some reason I was getting concerned.

"I wanted to do this. I really did. But. I. I can't climax like this."

"Huh?"

Jane continued patiently. "I like intercourse. Don't get me wrong. I. 
I feel full, and I love the sensations, but I can't get enough. Some 
women can't. I can't climax like this. I never have."

I smiled at her. This I could understand. I wondered how long she 
meant to keep this wonderful sex up for me, before she admitted her 
inability to me.

Christi spoke quietly from her position in the grass. I glanced over 
to her. Her hand was still stroking her nipples and vagina, although 
she wasn't allowing herself to dip inside to give her the stimulation 
that she no doubt desired.

"Can, I help?" Christi asked softly. I wasn't sure if she was 
addressing me or Jane.

"You can remove her clamps," I told Christi quietly. Jane looked up in 
surprise, probably expecting to wear them until I let her go.

Christi moved her bare body towards Jane and reached out, stroking 
Jane's bound breasts. Jane cried out at the touch and I could feel her 
reaction from inside.

"This is going to hurt, Janey. But you want them off, right?" Christi 
whispered to the shaking girl.

Jane simply nodded and braced herself. The clamps had been tight and 
removal was going to throb and stab her. She'd been through this 
before.

I watched and reacted to Jane's squirming as Christi, as gently as she 
could, began to loosen the screws. Jane screamed as the first clamp 
fell from her trapped nipple. Blood rushed back into her nubbin and 
caused her to shake. I had to concentrate on holding back as she 
pulsed with the pain. She pulsed and struggled as her other nipple 
fell free of the clamps.

Christi watched Jane as she struggled to hold herself still through 
the waves of pain. I could feel her quivering on me. At last Jane 
opened her eyes and resumed her slow rhythm on me. She hissed through 
her teeth, "Goddamn, that hurt. I'm sorry."

Christi bent and gently kissed at the swollen nipples that were riding 
back and forth in front of her. Jane moaned at the new sensations.

I watched as Christi moved her blonde head from Jane's chest and began 
to kiss her. The women kissed gently and passionately as Jane 
continued her slow movements. I watched as Christi's hand stole down 
her body to stroke at herself. I watched as her arousal built once 
again to a fever pitch. Jane began to increase the tempo of her 
thrusts. She was getting tired, I could tell, but she wanted her 
climax more than words could express.

Christi's hand left her own lips and reached forward. I had a clear 
view of the slender fingers brushing at Jane's pubic hair. Slowly 
Christi's fingers traced through the coarseness and found the 
softness. I gasped as I felt her fingers brushing at my sensitive skin 
as Jane continued her thrusting, becoming longer and a little faster 
with each stroke. I was beginning to have to concentrate to prevent my 
climax. Between Christi's soft fingers and Jane's wetness, I was 
having trouble controlling it.

I knew that Christi was teasing Jane. I could see her fingers bringing 
Jane to the point of orgasm, then slowing, teasing unbearably. Jane 
broke their kiss, her lips moving soundlessly.

I almost couldn't hear the words from Jane.

"Hit me. Please."

Christi backed away from kissing Jane.

"I can't, honey. I love you dearly, but I can't."

Jane whimpered as Christi's hands kept up her stimulation. Her 
breasts. Her sore nipples. And her clitoris. All teased, slowly. Her 
thrusts were becoming more urgent, more sensual.

"Please?" Jane whispered.

Christi looked helplessly at me, not knowing what to do.

"I can't reach her," I spoke gently to Christi.

Christi licked her lips and turned slowly back to Jane. She kissed her 
again, softly on the lips.

"I. I love you, Janey," Christi whispered.

I watched as she leaned back to regard the straining girl in front of 
her. She switched her hands, moving her left to slowly tease Jane 
between her legs. Knowing exactly what Jane wanted, she closed her 
eyes and let her right hand slap gently at Jane's bound breasts. I 
watched as Jane grimaced even at the light pain. The bondage on her 
breasts exaggerated even the lightest touch for her senses. She 
pressed herself even harder onto me and into Christi's fingers.

"Harder," Jane hissed, her face concentrating on the pain, on the 
sensations between her legs.

Christi took a deep breath and aimed. Her open hand fell hard across 
Jane's bare breasts making them dance crazily on her chest.

"Unghhhhhh," Jane moaned as the pain washed over her. I could feel her 
take her last breath and hold it. She arched, pulling at the handcuffs 
on her wrists, probably reopening the cuts on her wrists. She groaned 
again, a deep throaty groan from deep inside of her. I felt her begin 
to climax, her body pulsating around me. I had to concentrate on 
darkness to prevent myself from following her. She writhed, screaming 
out Christi's name into the silent air. Her body flushed, as I'd never 
seen it before. I'd seen her climax before, but nothing compared to 
this. She climaxed for what seemed like forever. As she peaked, I 
could feel her internal muscles contracting around me. At her highest 
point, I have no idea how Christi knew, I watched as Christi let her 
hand fall again onto Jane's squeezed breasts.

Jane cried out again. I could feel Christi's fingers still massaging 
Jane as she crashed through another orgasm. Jane twisted and shivered, 
though being inside her, it didn't feel quite as powerful as her first 
one.

I could tell as the pulses slowed around me and her body began to 
relax that she was going to fall. I raised my arms and caught the 
small girl as she fell forward. She couldn't stop herself, her wrists 
were still trapped behind her. I gently lowered her onto my chest, 
feeling Christi withdraw her fingers from between us.

Jane was sobbing, twisting in her restraints. I held the girl, not 
extracting myself from her body. I let her cry for a few minutes 
before she raised her face and gently kissed at my lips.

"Thank-you," she whispered.

I held her tightly to me, even though I knew that she had to be 
uncomfortable with her breasts squeezed into my chest. She didn't 
complain though.

I let her cry on my shoulder. I glanced over her, Christi was watching 
with a mixture of confusion and acceptance on her face. She loved both 
of us, and she couldn't understand it.

She caught my gaze and slowly nodded, mutely understanding what I 
needed from her. I could feel Jane's shuddering as Christi slowly 
released the ropes that encircled Jane's body. I gripped Jane's 
shoulders and bench pressed her up a little allowing Christi to pull 
the ropes free. As her breasts released from their entrapment, Jane 
sighed. It was a wonderful sound, full of contentment, love, and 
relief. After her breasts were freed, I allowed her back to curl up on 
my chest. I could feel her small pulses, almost like aftershocks 
through my still rigid penis. I hadn't climaxed yet.

I cherished the feel of her nude skin pressed against me, my arms 
circling her body. Her bare breasts felt so different without the 
ropes squeezing her. Softer and gentler against my skin.

After a few minutes, she struggled a little, squirming like a cat to 
get out of my embrace. She slowly sat up, still impaled on me.

She looked at me, her face soft and gentle.

"I. I'm sorry. I know that you can keep me here if you want, but ... 
this is a getting a little uncomfortable for me." She glanced down at 
her open crotch. "Either let me make you climax, or let me get off. 
Please?" she asked quietly.

I hadn't realized that she might be uncomfortable. And it hadn't 
occurred to me that she might have thought that she'd be punished for 
extricating herself from the sex. But I suppose I should have realized 
it. Poor girl had been through a lot today.

I nodded to her. Much as her body was comfortable for me, I didn't 
want to climax inside of her. I still had to finish with Christi. I 
owed her something at least.

Jane understood the nod and carefully extricated me from her by simply 
climbing off me. I fell from her, and ached for her softness. I lay 
with my hands behind my head, watching her slowly kneel in the grass 
to the opposite side from Christi.

Jane looked at Christi and smiled gently.

"Thank-you," she whispered to Christi. "I'll always love you."






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