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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-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 13]

Leaving the two tormented females, I wandered back to my original prize.
Christi had managed to curl up on her side to sleep. Her bound hands and
ankles didn't seem to bother her ability to sleep, nor the hard pavement
upon which she was lying.

I woke her with a gentle slap to the breast. She didn't jump as I'd
expected,
but rather just opened her eyes and stretched as best she could.

"How long?"

I was bewildered by the question.

"How long have I been asleep," she clarified.

"No idea, maybe an hour or two."

Groggily. "You just interrupted a great dream."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I wasn't here. I had clothes on. I wasn't in chains. And I
hadn't even
heard of you. I slept in my comfortable bed, not hard pavement." She
looked 
up at the sky, "I couldn't have slept that long. It's still morning."

I just looked at her. "Have you forgotten?"

"Oh God. Time. It takes some getting used to. Are you ever going to
restart
the world?"

"When I'm ready. Come on, on your feet." Christi groaned and struggled
to
get to her bare feet. The chains making the journey difficult. I reached
down and handed her the pack. "Come on, we have a ride waiting."

"I'm wearing the chains. I'm naked. I'm the girl. And you make *me*
carry
the pack. To make it worse what's in the sack? Equipment that you are
going 
to use to torture me. Ironic. Can we please take off this silly thing
on 
my ankles. It's hard to walk."

I looked at her. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. She almost
certainly wasn't about the ankle cuffs.

"Well, its either you carry the pack like I ask, or I can whip your tits
until you beg to carry it. And the ankle cuffs stay on until I take
them off you. The whole point is that it is harder to walk."

Christi gulped. "I'm sorry. I'll carry it. I'll carry it. And I'll be
happy
to wear the chains as long as you want. Just don't hurt me. Please."

I led her by her leash towards the BMW. She walked as best she could
behind me.

I heard her make a sharp intake of breath as she saw the crying girls by
the BMW. Christi whispered to me, "What the hell did you put them
through?"

"I played with them a bit."

"God. Did you ever. Thank-you for not including me," she was serious.

"The one holding her breasts, that's Elizabeth. The one in the cuffs is
Catherine."

Liz looked up at the sound of my voice, her eyes widening as she saw
Christi leashed and collared behind me. She hadn't even untied her own
ankles
yet.

"Please let us go."

"Soon," I promised. Soon she wouldn't even remember her ordeal. I
turned to
Christi and removed her handcuffs. She stood silently rubbing her sore
wrists. She had been in those handcuffs for a long time. I motioned for
Christi to throw the pack into the car, which she did.

"Christi, remember Kimberly? I want you to lash Liz's breasts the same
way that hers are, okay?"

Christi knew better than to argue, so walked slowly forward, the ankle
chains
still impeding her, and knelt down beside Liz.

Liz looked at her realizing what was about to happen. "Please, no
more. My
tits are still on fire. I can't take any more. Tie me up. Do anything
you have to, but please, not my tits. Please. You're a woman. Have
mercy.
Please."

Christi whispered, "I'm so sorry. I know they hurt. I'll be as gentle
as I
can, if he lets me." She looked over her shoulder at me. I nodded.
Christi,
on her own, bent and gently kissed Liz's breasts, trying to comfort the
shaking girl. But in the end, she began forming the cruel rope bra that
I had demanded. I couldn't tell if this was turning her on or not. All
I knew was that Liz wasn't enjoying it at all. But I could see that
Christi
was being as gentle as she could around the sensitive flesh.

Catherine was beginning to pull at her chains hearing her friend crying.
I bent down and gathered her up into my arms. This chained naked woman.

"What are you going to do with us now. Please."

"Nothing more to hurt you. You, I'm going to put out of the way in the
trunk.
Liz is going to drive us to the mall. That's all. Then, I'll be out of
your life."

"In the trunk? Why?"

"To keep you out of the way. And as punishment for the branch trick."

"But you made me hit Liz again for that."

"I'll punish as I see fit."

I called to Christi to pop the trunk. I remembered to free the back of
the
car from its time freeze before Christi could pop the trunk. Christi,
glared 
at me, but I had a helpless nude woman in my arms. Christi dropped the
rope 
wrapping of Liz's exposed breasts and leaned into the car, popping the
trunk 
from the inside of the car.

"Please don't do this to me. Not in the trunk. I'll do anything. I
swear it."

"You'll let me whip your tits?"

"Please no. The trunk. I'll be fine in the trunk," she backtracked
quickly.

I unceremoniously dumped Catherine into the trunk, knocking the wind out
of her. And quickly closed the lid. I could hear her crying softly in
her
confinement, but I knew she'd be alright.

By this time Christi had wrapped Liz's breasts in rope. They bulged
unnaturally and Liz winced with every small movement. I reached out and
traced a finger across the swollen flesh. I knew that it was taking
every
ounce of will power not to pull away. I could see the lines of pain on
her
face, but to her credit, she didn't cry out.

I reached down and released her ankles from their bindings. Liz
immediately
brought her legs together and tried to find a position to minimize the
strain on her bound breasts. I had her hold out her wrists and used
handcuffs
to bind them together. Christi resigned, held out her hands as well and
accepted the cuffs back.

This was going to be one of those times that I had to take a bit of a
risk.
I left the two women kneeling on the pavement outside the car. If this
didn't work, then their misery might just be over. If I crashed the car,
trying to get it out of the traffic flow, then I might have to return to
the beginning of this adventure and try all over again. I couldn't trust
one of the women to do it without panicking. I slipped behind the
steering
wheel. Planted my foot on the brake full force. Concentrated on freeing
the front of the car from the time freeze and felt the car pull
forward with 
its lost momentum. As the brakes caught, I heard Catherine thrown
against 
the front of the trunk, and cry out in terror.

In a flash of molten rubber, much smoke and some sheer luck, the car
stopped 
barely inches from the frozen truck in front of it. I turned off the
engine 
and motioned Liz and Christi to make their way over.

The girls struggled to their feet. Liz having trouble keeping her sore
breasts still against their ropes. Christi simply having trouble with
the
ankle hobble. They tried to help each other and made their way over to
the BMW.

I was out of the car by this point. "Liz, you drive. Christi, lie down
in
the back seat."

Liz climbed behind the wheel. Christi crawled into the back seat with
some
difficulty and curled up. I slipped into the back seat with Christi and
positioned her head in my lap. I idly played with her right breast as
she
began to fall asleep again.

Christi mumbled, "You really ought to give Liz some pointers on driving.
Us women aren't used to driving without clothes, and handcuffed. I
almost
killed us earlier. That wouldn't be good. Not to mention her slight
breast
distraction." Just before she fell into a deep sleep.

"Okay, Liz, slow and steady. You aren't used to driving in traffic
like this
and especially with handcuffs."

"I've driven in handcuffs before."

"Huh?"

"One of my old boyfriends used to like tying me up."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We once went for this long drive with me in handcuffs. I can do
it.
Where do you want to go?" No asking for the handcuffs off. No whining.
Just
"I can do it." Either she'd lost her will or she was simply really
scared.
Probably the latter.

"Hampton Mall. No rush."

"Can we please loosen my tit ropes? Or take them off? Please? My tits
are
in agony and every bump ... I've done everything you asked. No
complaints.
I won't ask for anything else. I'll do anything else you want. Please."

"I'll think about it."

She sighed and tears sprang to her eyes as she tried to cradle her
breasts
with her arms. Liz began crying softly to herself. Had to ask
permission to
untie her own breasts. Doing everything that was asked of her. And
still not
having enough control. I let her sob to herself for a while and then I 
relented.

"Listen, I'll loosen the ropes after you drive halfway there. But don't
rush, the last thing we need is an accident. Where's the halfway point?"

Such a small thing. She managed to stop crying long enough to struggle
and
start the car. It was like Christi when I moved her hands from behind
her
back to her front. Completely broken. I'd have to remember that. Liz
might
come in useful later as well.

"The Shell station on Beare Road, I think. Thank-you sir."

I took a quick mental note of the mileage.

We made a slow way towards the mall. Liz was a careful driver. Not
attempting
to engage in conversation. Probably afraid that she would get into more 
trouble for talking and lose any chance of getting the ropes loosened.

As we passed the Shell station, I had her pull over. I had her get out
of the car and kneel on the road. Christi slept through this all in
the back seat.

Liz knelt still, though I could see that she was in pain. My loosening
of
the ropes probably caused blood to rush into the tissue causing a fair
bit of discomfort for the naked girl. Tears formed, but didn't spill
over.
She gasped as the ropes were released.

I prepared to put the ropes back onto her.

"Let me know what's comfortable."

"Please, sir, can't we not put them on. My tits are so sore from that
awful
whipping Catherine gave me." I noted that she hadn't blamed me though
I was
certainly the driving force. She and I both knew that. "I'll do anything
you want. Please?"

"My dear, I want to have you in breast ropes. But I'll try and make it
comfortable for you."

The tears spilled over, but she resigned herself to the discomfort. At
least
it wouldn't be as tight as Christi made it. I had told Christi not to
play
light because she felt sorry for her fellow captive.

She raised her cuffed wrists above her head, allowing me easy access
to her
naked breasts. I carefully wound the soft rope around her body, only
gently
squeezing her breasts with the rope. She gasped at the touches but
didn't
complain. I'm not sure if she was afraid to complain about the
tightness or
whether it was simply comfortable enough to stand.

I briefly toyed with the idea of punishing Christi for making the breast
bondage on Liz too loose, but decided only to use that if necessary.

Liz through her tears whispered, "Thank-you" before climbing gingerly
back 
behind the wheel and waited to resume our trek.





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