Message-ID: <7703eli$9801221713@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7703.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 13) [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: <19980121225832.26421.rocketmail@send1c.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 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. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>