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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 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?"






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