Message-ID: <7353eli$9801151903@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7353.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 9) [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: <19980115051127.11219.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 [Time Out Of Time - Chapter 9] I watched as Christi, sobbing began to tongue her mother between the legs. I could see her body shaking with the sobs. Yup, she was a specimen. I could see that Linda was doing her level best to ignore her daughter's tongue. "Linda, if you don't orgasm to Christi's tongue in five minutes, you will be regretting it. I'd be trying to concentrate on that tongue if I was you." Christi stopped long enough to raise her head. "Please Mom. You have no idea what he is capable of." I could see her thoughts returning to the couple of hours we spent in the hardware store. And of Kimberly still sitting there with her bare breasts in agony. Christi lowered her head and continued her ministrations; but I could see that Linda was completely ignoring it, concentrating on something else far away, perhaps another place where she wasn't nude, tied to her desk and her own nude and bound daughter toying with her clitoris with her tongue. After five futile minutes, I walked forward. "When you want me to stop, you let me know. Christi, continue no matter what you hear." "You don't scare me, you filthy pig," brave words from a naked bound lady. I simply stood over her bound form and let the paddle fall gently onto her right breast. Even a light slap like that caused her to take a big breath and hold it against the pain. "You sure you want to do this? If it goes on long enough I'll make you come while I'm paddling your breasts." "Oh god." I brought the evil paddle down on her left breast hitting her nipple. The flesh bounced crazily against her ribs and she couldn't help crying out. The next blow landed on her right breast, same place. She hadn't even had time to recover from the left blow. Her resolve melted and she screamed with that one. I continued, giving her some minor breaks, she continued screaming but never asked me to stop. Finally after about fifteen blows to her breasts, her resolve completely broke. "Ahhhhhh. Argh. Please. Mercy. Stop." I gave her one more. And through her sobbing, I heard her say haltingly. "I'll do as you ask. Please stop hitting my tits. God. Argh. God. You have no idea how much that hurts. Oh my God." "You'll orgasm? Unreservedly." "Yes. You motherfucker. Yes. Just stop hitting me. Please. For the love of God." "Beg to orgasm." Christi was still working away between her legs all through the punishment. Shaking, knowing what hell her mother was going through. Sobbing through her work. "You bastard. Beg?" I showed her the paddle. "Oh my god, you bastard. Please. Please let me orgasm." "How?" "Please no more hitting me. Please. I can't beg." I raised the paddle and gently traced it down her very red right breast, tracing it across her abused nipple. "How?" "Oh god. My daughter. Please let my daughter bring me to orgasm. Let me cum. You son-of-a-bitch. Please let my daughter eat me out. Jesus, my tits." I watched as she began to concentrate on the sensations of her daughter's tongue. Trying not to cry out, but in the end, finally orgasming in her bonds. She fell back against the desk and Christi slowly raised herself from between her mother's legs. I could see her tongue working itself; working out the cramps. Yes, that tongue certainly had had a workout today. Linda was quietly sobbing on her desk. I motioned Christi to join me and she padded over. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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