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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 21 - Time Out Of Time ]

I walked back over the bench and picked up Christi and carried her off
to
the side. I wanted to talk to her without the others hearing. Though
they
probably weren't listening to anything much anyway.

I had her kneel on the tiles. She was still breathing hard. I crouched
down
to the bound blonde's level and looked her in the eye. I reached
forward and 
touched her right nipple. She gasped but she didn't shy away. I traced
her 
bare body down until I reached the fine down between her legs. I
traced my 
finger between her lips. She was dripping wet. She moaned at the touch.

"This is turning you on?"

She looked at me with shame in her eyes. "Please. I don't know what is
happening. It started after you made me gag that guy."

"It's alright. I understand. You want to fuck him?"

"Lord no. I mean, I will if you make me, of course. But I'd really
rather not."

"Would you masturbate for me?"

"Yes," she said shyly. "You've seen me do it before anyway. Not like I
can
claim I've never done that. That I'm not that type of woman."

"You'd fuck me."

"In a second."

"I thought you hated me."

"Only when you make me do things I really hate."

"How about if I make the mother pleasure you."

"Please no."

"That wasn't a question."

She squirmed, pulling at the cuffs behind her back.

"Please don't make me do that. Let me fuck you. You haven't had relief
in
a long time, unless you fucked one of the others."

"I haven't."

She knelt there thinking about it.

"You know that I have to do what you say," she shook her head resigned.

"Stay here."

"Where am I going to go?"

I walked back to Jane and Elaine and crouched beside Jane's head.
She raised her head as best as she could to look at me.

Weakly, "You are Satan."

I nodded. "You want to make a deal with the devil?"

"Haven't I lost my soul already? You've made me do everything."

"Okay, stay there then." I got to my feet and began to make my way to
the
store.

"Wait. Come back. Please," Jane's cry. I looked around at her,
pitifully 
naked and bound to her sister. "Please?"

I walked slowly back and crouched beside her.

"I'll do anything you want. It's me you are really interested in isn't
it?"
She was perceptive. "Why?"

"You are a challenge. An enigma. You're smart. And strong willed."

"You want to break me."

"Not sure."

"If I give myself to you, will you let the rest of my family go?"

"Jane, you know that I could take you whether you give yourself or not."

Tears welled over her lids, but she kept her voice steady, "I know.
Please,
you must be tiring of the others by now anyway. If it's me you want,
just
take me and leave them even if I can't offer you anything." She
lowered her
head.

"Okay."

Her eyes betrayed her confusion. "Okay?"

"Yeah. I'll take your offer. I'll leave your family alone if you'll 
come along with me willingly. If you'll willingly submit to a
punishment 
of my choosing and you fully cooperate no matter what. You are a smart
girl. You know that I could have all those things by simply beating your
sister anyway. Take it while I'm still in a good mood."

With tears in her eyes, and knowing that she was basically agreeing to
be
my slave, she nodded.

"Okay," she managed to get out between the sobs.

"I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes while I get your mother.
Then I'm going to punish you in front of your family."

"You said you'd leave them alone."

"And I will. As soon as your punishment is over, we leave. Fair enough?"

"I guess. What choice do I have?"

I walked back to the store. The mother was the last one left in the shop
from her family. Still sitting bound to the chair trying to see what
was going on in the concourse.

I pulled a chair around in front of her and sat down, arms on my knees.

"You bastard. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to Dora. Good enough?"

"You are a monster."

"I've been called that before and it won't be the last time."

"What do you want?"

"Your daughter has already figured that out. Jane is quite a woman."

"If you harm one hair on her head ..."

"Dora, be sensible. If I want to harm either one of your daughters I
could
simply walk out of here and do whatever I please. No way to stop me. I'm
sure that you've be trying your damnedest to get out of those ropes
since
Jane put you there. Your daughter can tie knots, I'll give her that."

I watched as the helpless woman pulled against the chair, her bra
encased
breasts jiggling. She saw me looking at them and quit.

"I'm going to be out of your life very soon. I promise. But I need you
to
do something for me. And I need you to agree to it before we start."

Warily, "Okay ..."

"This is going to sound odd, but this is the only way to get rid of me.
You do this and I'll leave."

"You want to rape me. Don't you?"

"Dora, if I wanted to rape you, I'd have just done it. Why would I ask
your permission? No, I have a series of tasks for you. And you'll have
a time limit."

"What kind of tasks?"

"You know that girl that I brought in here?"

"Christi? The poor nude girl in chains? Yes ... Oh no ... you want me
to 
have sex with her, don't you?"

I just nodded. Dora was pretty perceptive, herself.

"And a few other small tasks."

"How much time. You said they'd be timed tasks."

"Well, the time element is up to you, but I suspect that you'll want to 
make it as fast as you possibly can. You see, I'm going to be using
this,"
I showed her the crop, "on Jane's bare breasts once every five minutes
until 
you finish your tasks."

"Oh my God. You can't possibly expect me to agree to that."

"You have no choice. The alternative is that I could bring Jane in here,
chained up, and whip her until you can't take her screams anymore.
You'll
gladly do as I ask."

"You bastard."

"I am a bastard. I know it. I've been called worse. Mostly by the women
who didn't do as I asked."

She began to cry. She managed to choke out though her sobs, "What are
the
other tasks? Assuming that I agree to this insanity?"

"You'll find out as you continue. But if you are quick, only a couple of
strokes will fall on Jane's breasts."

"Oh God. And you'll let us go afterwards?"

I nodded. I intended to keep my word. Just not let all of them go.

"All right. Untie me. I'll do it."

I leaned forward and gripped her bra. I snapped it back with all my
strength, ripping it from her body. Her breasts fell into view.

"Can't I keep my underwear?"

"Dora ..."

She shut up as I slipped the scissors into her panties and cut them off.

"Now, before I untie you, I want you to feel something."

"What?"

Without warning I flicked the crop to kiss her bared breasts. A soft red
line across the top of her breasts. She stifled a scream. Mostly from
the
surprise, I suspect. It wasn't a hard blow.

"Feel that?"

"Yes, you bastard. What was that for? It hurts like hell."

"That was a soft one. Across the top of your breasts. While you are
eating
Christi, keep in mind that every five minutes Jane is going to get one
much harder than that. And it's not going to be across the tops. Can you
imagine that pain, but harder across the nipples?"

"Oh God, you bastard. She'll die."

"Only if you are slow."

"I can't do it. Please just let us go. We never did anything to you.
We've
done everything you've asked. I'm begging you. Please don't do this."

"Shall I go put her in chains and bring her in here and make her scream
for you, or would you rather just obey me?"

The tears fell steadily as she struggled with it. There was no easy
way out.
She had to do as I asked. She moaned and nodded.

"I'll do it." Completely resigned. "Untie me."

I reached down and untied her wrist. Like her daughter, she was gutsy.
As soon
as her hand was free she made a swing at me. The blow caught me on the
shoulder, just missing my throat where she was probably aiming. Without
thinking I swung the crop at her, catching her across the thighs. She
cried 
out and her free hand went to protect her thighs.

"Dora, that was really dumb," I moved away from her leaving the rest of
her body tied to the chair. She was crying from the pain. From the
futility.
>From the frustration of it all. "You realize that I'm going to punish
you
for that." Rubbing my shoulder. She just looked at me through tear
filled
eyes. "Three minutes."

"What?"

"One stroke to Jane's breasts every three minutes instead of five."

"No please. Hit me," she spread her free arm out from her body
thrusting out 
her bare breasts. "Please don't take it out on her. It was me. I hit
you. 
Not Jane. Whip me. Please."

"Every three minutes. Are you ready to behave?"

Numbly she nodded. I reached down, a little more cautiously and released
her other wrist. I made her untie her ankles which she had some
trouble with
but managed. I imagine that her hands were probably asleep from the
long tight
bondage. But she didn't complain.

After she had risen from her chair, I marched her to the concourse.
Cuffing her
hands behind her back as we walked. She gasped at the sight of her
husband 
tied to the bench and her two daughters tied together in the middle of
the 
aisle on the floor.

"Please don't make me do this. God." She just stared at the scene with
disbelieving eyes.




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