Message-ID: <7356eli$9801151903@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7356.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 7) [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: <19980113033430.24423.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 7] Gathering my resources, I extended a sphere of influence to encompass the the immediate office, and things sprang to life. Her mother simply began moving. She looked quizzically at the phone, I suppose wondering how it had simply jumped from her hand to the cradle. She looked up and saw me and Christi standing in front of her closed door. Her daughter in handcuffs and nude with a gun aimed at her head. Her mother's hand flew to her mouth exclaiming an understated "Oh my." Christi began her performance. I don't know how she remained calm considering her situation. Maybe she had figured out that it was unlikely that she was going to get shot if she cooperated fully. Maybe the promise about controlling a woman got to her. I don't know. "Mom, be calm and nobody, least of all me, will get hurt." Her mother began to reach for the phone. "Mom, please, he's going to shoot me if you do anything dumb," I could almost hear the panic and tears in her voice. Her mother's hand hesitated on the way to the phone. "Wh-What do you want?" she directed the question to me. "I want you to do exactly as I say and I won't blow big holes in Christi here." "My purse is over there in the corner. I can get it if you want." Why do people always assume that these things are about money. I have her daughter naked, collared, and aiming a gun at her, and she assumes I want money. Like I went to all that trouble, when I could have wandered in here and pointed that gun at her, and get the money with a lot less aggravation. I'll never figure out human nature. I rolled my eyes, "I don't want your purse. What I want is for you to climb up on your desk." "Huh?" "Climb up on your desk. Sweep everything off it, and get up on it." "What?" "Mom, please do as he says ..." Christi chimed in with just the right amount of shake in her voice. "He's serious." Linda shook her head and began moving things off her desk carefully. I let her pile up the bits and pieces from the desk off to a corner of the room and then carefully climbed up on top of the desk. She was wearing a business suit with high heels. She was a stunning woman, and I couldn't wait to see her without all those interfering clothes. She stood there with her head held high, hands on her hips waiting for the next instructions. "What job do you do here?" "I'm a managing partner." "What does that mean?" "I've got a share in the business, and I basically run the office. What do you want? How did you find my daughter? Why is she naked? How did you get in here?" "All in good time, my lady. First I want you to take off your jacket." "Excuse me?" "See your daughter? She's naked. That's how you are going to be in a second." "Someone is going to come in, you realize. I have a noon appointment. Why don't you let my daughter go and then we can talk about what you want." "Please Mom, do what he says. I've seen him use that thing. He'll sh-shoot me if you don't do what he says. Then he'll shoot you. Please." "Listen lady, if someone comes through that door, I'll shoot him. Problem solved." Both Christi and her mother cringed. I was pretty sure that nobody was about to come through that door. "Now off with that jacket." Linda moved slowly, still trying to reason with me as she removed her jacket. "Listen, you don't have to do this. Leave Christi here, leave me alone and you can just walk out of here. We won't even report it." Her jacket fell to the floor. "Enough chatter. Now your blouse." The blouse followed the jacket. "Now the slacks." She slipped the suit pants down her legs and dropped them on the floor. Now she was standing on her desk in heels, panties and her bra. "Finish off." She hesitated. I doubt if she wanted to be naked in front of her daughter any more than her daughter wanted to be naked here either. Not to mention being nude in front of me, a complete stranger. "Please. Not that. Take the money. Anything." Again with the money. I decided to play with her a bit. "How much money to got in there?" I nodded towards her purse. "Two hundred dollars or so. I just went to the bank this morning. Take it and go. Please." Linda was beginning to seem hopeful. "I don't think that would be enough. I think the sight of you naked is worth more than a couple hundred bucks. Don't you think so? But you did say anything right?" Her face had fallen, but she quickly perked back up. She nodded. "How about if I get Christi here to crawl around the room?" "Oh God." "No? How about if I get you to crawl around the room?" "You are a bastard." "Sex? Would you give me a blowjob if I let Christi go?" "Bastard. Yes." "Hmmm. Seems to me that you'd do that anyway. Continue with the strip show." "Please, let Christi go. I can't in front of my daughter. Please." I pressed the gun into Christi's soft temple. She cried out with the renewed pressure, her cuffed hands inadvertently reaching up. "God, Mom, please do what he says." In resignation, Linda reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Closing her eyes she slipped the straps from her shoulders displaying her smallish breasts. She kicked off her shoes, and pulled off her nylons. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes. "The panties too, Linda." A tear had formed in the corner of her eye but she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She stepped out of them. Her resolve returned and she stood up straight and her hands returned to her hips. Didn't even try to cover her nudity. I had her turn around. She did, slowly moving her body around displaying it standing up on the desk. It was a fairly big office. The desk was situated right in the middle of the office. "Two tasks, Linda." "Huh?" "I want you to open all the blinds to your office." All the shades were drawn across the exterior windows of her office. "Why?" "Just in case someone from another building wants to watch as the managing partner of the firm takes a mid-morning run around her office completely nude." "Oh my God." "Come on get to it. I'll tell you when to stop. Christi, up on the desk." I guided Christi to the desk while her mother began to open the blinds. I sat back in Linda's comfortable chair and watched as Christi struggled to stand up on the desk where her mother was previously. I ran my fingers idly up and down Christi's calf as her mother began to jog around the spacious office. Her bare feet pounding against the carpet. Her unsupported breasts jiggling to the rhythm of her run. Leg muscles straining, lungs working. "Please don't make me do this. I've never been so humiliated in all my life." "Shut up and keep running. Unless you'd like to be gagged. If you stop, I blow a hole in Christi's leg." Linda's mouth clapped shut and she continued jogging. Christi watched in silence her mother's humiliation. After about twenty minutes I could tell that Linda was tiring. I debated whether to keep her running until she had to stop and then punish her, but elected to humiliate her more. "Okay, Linda. Good. You can stop now." Linda stopped running and stood still trying to catch her breath. Her bare breasts moved up and down rapidly with her breathing. Nothing like a nude female winded. I drank up the sight until she had nearly caught her breath. "Down on all fours. Crawl around the office." "You have. To. Be. Kidding." "Do I look like I'm kidding." Linda sighed, and obediently fell to her hands and knees and began crawling slowly. "Christi, take this paddle and anytime she slows down, I want you to give her a swat." "Please no. It's my own mother. Isn't it bad enough that I've had to watch this? Isn't it enough that I'm humiliated in front of her?" "Would you rather feel it on your tits?" Christi scowled and took the paddle from me and jumped down from the desk and walked over to where her nude mother was struggling to crawl. I watched as she gave her mother a good swat on the ass. Linda let out a yelp but picked up the pace. I wandered over to the door and let myself out of the office trusting that Christi would be able to convince her mother that escape was futile. And that they had better continue obeying me if they didn't want to be punished. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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