Message-ID: <7355eli$9801151903@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7355.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 8) [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: <19980113233806.16531.rocketmail@send1b.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 8] The lady seated outside in a cramped cube had the name plate of "Andrea Reance". Title "Executive Secretary". So this is the woman that makes the coffee and does all the calendars. This gave me a wonderful idea, but not yet. I suddenly walked back into Linda's office. I had caught her trying to convince Christi that they had to attack me. But she was still crawling. Christi was obeying me to the best of her ability. I had to give her that. But then again, I hadn't been gone very long. "Attack me?" Christi looked scared that I had heard that. "It's okay, Christi, I think I've figured out that you aren't involved in that sort of thing. Had enough punishment for one day?" Christi meekly nodded. "Linda, I want you to lay face up on the desk, feet and hands over the edges. I handed the bag of restraints to Christi. She just looked at them. "Tie her to the desk." Christi whispered back, "Please don't make me do this, it's my own mother. When I said I wanted to dominate another woman I didn't mean her." Linda had crawled up onto the desk and draped herself over it as asked. I still have the gun pointed at her daughter, but I could see that if I slipped up before I had full control of her, there might be trouble. Nothing that an adjustment to the Time continuum couldn't handle but better to be safe than sorry. I didn't want to have to start all over again either. "Christi, I'm not fooling around here. I'll shoot you if you don't do as I ask. But to be clear, your mother isn't the woman that I promised you at the beginning of this. This is just interesting to me." Christi swallowed and turned away. Approached her mother lying on the desk. She began with Linda's wrists and soon had them trussed down to the legs of the desk. Same thing with the bare ankles, attaching them wide to the legs of the desk. Her mother looked rather uncomfortable across her own desk. "So, what now? You rape me? When I can't do anything? My daughter at gunpoint? Me tied up, defenseless?" "Madam, you give me more credit than I am due. If I wanted to rape you I would have done so long ago. And I would have made you beg me to do it. Seeing a daughter's breasts with bullet holes in them will make a mother do bizarre things." Linda went white as she realized that I probably could make her do anything I wanted. I could see it in her frightened eyes. I could make her beg to be raped. The thought was really disturbing her. I could see it in her eyes, the confusion, the frustration. Why hadn't anyone come to help her and her daughter? What was wrong with the world? I guess Christi hadn't filled her in on the details while I had stepped out of the office. That was good. I liked her confused. I picked up the paddle and aimed the gun at Christi. "Okay, now comes the hard part. Christi, I want you to make love to your mother. Remember Kimberly?" They both began to protest together. Linda began to sob quietly and Christi began to pull at the handcuffs. It was Christi that spoke first. "Please don't make me do that. I can't do that. It's my mother for chrissakes. I could barely do it to Kimberly. Please. Please. I'll do anything. Anything at all. But please, I can't." Linda was trying to get out of the bonds, but I had double checked that Christi had tied her mother down adequately. The desk was shaking, but that was all. I let the women tire themselves out and then aimed the gun at Linda's right breast. "Okay, this can be simple or this can be hard. I'm going to count to five, if you are not between your mother's legs by then, I'm going to start making very painful holes in her body starting with her tits." "One." "Two." "Three." Christi began to realize that she was going to have trouble making it to her assigned position in time. "Don't give him the satisfaction, Christi." "I'm so sorry Mom," she whispered. "But you don't know how much that is going to hurt." "Four." Christi ran as fast as her bare legs could carry her. Leaning over the end of the desk, and just got her head down between her mother's legs as I said, "Five." _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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