Message-ID: <8530eli$9802171140@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8530.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 22) [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: <19980216224453.7234.rocketmail@send1d.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 22 - Time Out Of Time ] I moved to Christi and quickly released her from the handcuffs. She sighed in relief. "Lay back," I ran my finger through her vaginal lips. Still wet. She whispered to me as she lay back, "Please don't do this." "You've been through worse." "I know, but it's going to be unsatisfying from a woman." "I hear they make the best lovers." I motioned Dora to come forward. She padded to Christi, lying back with her chained ankles as far apart as they would go. Her knees spread wide as instructed. "Kneel." Dora fell to her knees between Christi's legs still quietly crying. She looked into Christi's eyes. "You don't want to do this either do you?" she asked quietly. Christi just shook her head. "He's going to torture my daughter until you come. Please hurry." Christi's eyes widened, but I suspect that the admission didn't surprise her. I walked to the bound daughters. I whispered to Jane, "You ready for your punishment?" "I don't know what I'm being punished for, but I guess." I began to loosen the ropes holding her to her nude sister. Soon she was free and she climbed shakily to her bare feet. I whispered to her, as she was being freed. "You remember how you said that I could whip you? Your breasts if I wanted?" "Oh God. That was before I felt it." "I'm going to punish you by hitting you with this crop. You are going to stand still and take it." "Oh God I can't. You have no idea how much that is going to hurt." "I'm going to lay one across both breasts once every three minutes until your mother finishes her tasks. It was going to be once every five minutes, but she took a swing at me so I lowered it to three." "Thanks, Mom," she muttered under her breath. "I want you to count out loud every time I hit you. I want your mother to know how quickly she's going. If you forget to count, I lay one across Elaine's breasts as well." "Oh God. Can't we do something else?" "Like? Maybe you'd rather try your tongue on your mother? Elaine again? Your father?" "You are a bastard. Alright hit my boobs. But please tie me down. I can't stand still. Not through that. And gag me? Please?" I decided that she might look good tied down to receive the whipping. I walked her over to a clothing rack and had her throw the gowns to the carpet. I made her drag the chrome rack out into the concourse in front of her father. I used rope to tie her wrists apart to the top of the rack. Her ankles to the bottom. Her breasts thrust out towards the crop. I left them in position and returned to my adult toys. Selected a new red rubber ball gag and showed it to Jane. "You think this will keep you quiet?" Having second thoughts about the gag, and maybe even the bondage, she shook her head. I pinched her nipple and she obediently opened her mouth. I carefully wedged the ball behind her perfect teeth and buckled it behind her head. She moaned through the gag but just waited quietly. At the last moment, I decided to increase the stakes. I picked up some cord and wrapped it around Jane's body, wrapping the base of each breast tightly to make it jut forward. Jane squirmed uncomfortably as this was done. She no doubt realized that this was going to magnify the pain, as her breasts began to throb from the ropes without so much as a touch from the crop. She tried to say something around the ball, "Nagh paut ough eel". I was pretty sure she meant "Not part of the deal" but I chose to interpret it a bit differently. "Tighter?" She desperately shook her head. Tears already forming in her eyes. She hung her head in defeat, silently accepting the extra humiliation. I called over to Dora, "When you hear the first blow, you can begin." "Please don't do this. You'll kill her." "Depends how long you take." I brought the crop down in a hard arc cracking it across the top of Jane's bare and bound breasts. I heard the scream right through the gag. She convulsed, trying desperately to free her hands, her legs. Anything to protect those sensitive mounds of flesh. To get out from under the crop. Her world exploded in pain. She shook her body against the ropes, bruising her wrists, crying uncontrollably. Even through the gag I could make out, "No more." Dave had closed his eyes again. Not being able to bear his daughter's pain. I let him, for now. Dora just whispered to Christi, "Please hurry." She practically dove between Christi's spread legs. I could hear the urgency of her tongue and her moans as she worked. I checked my watch. I watched as Christi brought her hands to her own bare breasts and began massaging them. Anything to speed up the process. No privacy. No pride left in either woman. Moaning and pressing herself against the other woman. Three minutes. I brought the crop up from below in a sharp stroke hitting the bottom of Jane's bound breasts. Again she screamed. Her breathing ragged. Almost pulling her arms out of their sockets trying to get free. Dave moaned. Even Elaine cried out. I wasn't hitting her hard enough to break the skin. I was extremely careful of that. I wanted her breasts intact after this. However, I was giving her a good strong stroke. Enough to cause a lot of pain. Especially with her breasts bound as they were. I vaguely heard Christi moaning over the struggles and cries of Jane. One woman in ecstasy amongst so much pain. I heard Elaine praying over and over, "Please hurry. Please hurry." At the six minute mark, I raised the crop. Jane's eyes pleaded with me as she braced for the blow. I brought the crop down just north of her nipples. Grazing the aureole. She screamed again into the gag and began pulling against the bonds before falling into moaning quietly into the ball and crying. "No more. Please." I could easily make it out through the gag. Soon after the sound of the crop hitting Jane again, I heard Christi give a loud moan and I turned to watch as the naked woman between her legs furiously brought her to what looked like a damn fine orgasm. Christi's body lifted off the ground as her muscles convulsed. Dora continued her work making sure that Christi finished. After a minute, Christi's bare body relaxed, and her head fell to the side. She moaning and murmured just load enough for me to hear, "Enough, I came. God did I come." Her breathing ragged. Dora raised her head from between Christi's legs and looked back at me. "Thank God. Can we stop this now?" _________________________________________________________ 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>