Message-ID: <7156eli$9801091654@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7156.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 5) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, 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: <19980109031720.22590.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-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. 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 5] I quickly gathered the items that we had picked up in the store and returned with them in a bag. I then took a length of soft rope and wrapped it securely around Kimberly's red and sore tits. Kimberly was not happy about it, "Please let me go? My tits are so sore, please, please leave them alone. Not there. I did what you wanted. Please let me go." I ignored her and tightly wrapped the base of her bare breasts until they bulged uncomfortably. "Okay, you have your choice," I told Kimberly, "either I can put clothespins on your nipples which will stay there for a few hours, or I can get Christi to spank your tits again while they are bound like that." "What kind of choice is that?" Kimberly shot back at me from her bound position. "God, if I'd known you were going to torture me like this, I'd never have let you tie me up." "You didn't have a choice. Now I am giving you one. Choose." "I can't choose." "All right, Christi, get the paddle ready." "Oh God, not that. It hurt like hell before you tied my tits up. Oh god. No, I can't take that. Please. I choose the clothespins." "Too late, you should have picked when you had the chance." "Oh God, please have mercy." "Beg me." "Please. Please. Oh God, mercy." "Beg me to put clothespins on your nipples rather than a tit spanking." "Jesus. I can't ... please put your damnable clothespins on my bound tits. Please don't spank them, they hurt so horribly, I can't take another spanking, please I'll do anything you want. I'll suck, I'll crawl, I'll do anything, but please don't spank my tits again. Please, the clothespins. Please." I reached forward and stroked her exposed right nipple. With her tits bound the way they were, and recently paddled, her sensitive nipple came erect very quickly. I quickly snapped the clothespin onto her nipple causing her to scream as the unrelenting pressure was transferred to her aching tits. I waited until the pain in her breast had become a dull ache, and then quickly did the same thing to her left breast. I showed her the paddle. "Thank me for allowing you to beg for the clothespins." "Argh, you bastard," she managed to choke out between sobs. I brought the paddle closer to her exposed tits. "Alright, alright, thank you for letting me beg. Thank you for putting those evil pins on my nipples. I deserved it." "We'll be back in a while to see how you are doing." "Please don't leave me like this. They hurt so much." I released Christi's hands from behind her back, and gathered up the chain attached to her collar. I cast a bubble of normal time around Kimberly, so that she would remain in the chair and feel her tortured tits while we were gone. I spoke to Christi, "Now you are going to crawl home. And everytime I think you are moving too slow, you get one of these." I brought the pingpong paddle down onto her bare ass which made her cry out and stumble forward on her hands and knees. She began to crawl slowly towards the front of the store. Christi couldn't believe the events of the last few hours. She had been kidnapped, naked, made to walk down the middle of the street nude to the hardware store. Then bound, and forced to hit and torture another bound and naked woman. Then make love to her, and now forced to her hands and knees, breasts swinging between her pistoning arms, crawling down the middle of the street as though she was her captor's pet. Her whole body flushed at what she had become. When she had finally crawled back to her home, I let her rise off her hands and knees. Her palms and knees were red and sore from the long crawl and the harsh pavement but she didn't complain. "Wrists." She obediently held out her slender wrists. I slipped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists and snapped them closed. "Please, you don't need to keep me tied up. You know I can't escape." I ignored her, "Where's your car?" Christi padded to the garage and opened the door with difficulty considering her bound wrists. A Jimmy 4x4 sat in the garage. "Keys?" "They're in the house. Are you going to let me go?", we began to walk back to the house. "Not yet, but eventually I have to return the world back to its normal state. at that point you'll return to your living room, where you'll continue your work out as if nothing had happened here. You won't remember a thing." "How do you control the world like you do?" I felt like talking, "I just control time with my thoughts. The rest of the world has simply lost its fourth dimension of time. Everything is stopped. But I can slow it down, and I can get it to flow normally, like it is for us. The rest is just smoke and mirrors. I can't get caught because nobody has the time to do it. Simple. And after I tire of this game, I can just return the world to the state it was in before I messed with it. And you don't remember a thing." By this point we had gotten the keys. And were walking back to the garage. "Can anyone control time?" "Well, you have to know how, but I think so, yes." "Why are you doing this to me? Why me?" "I am doing this, humiliating, tormenting and controlling you because I like to. And I can. Why you? Because you happened to interest me. Simple." She lost herself in thought for a moment. "Will you let me torment another woman if I do everything you ask?" she asked me shyly. This completely threw me. She had been so opposed to torturing Kimberly in the store. Was it a trick of some kind? Or was she trying to get into my favour so that I wouldn't treat her as badly? Making the best of a bad situation? I'm not sure it mattered one way or the other. Either way it had me intrigued. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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