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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 23 - Time Out Of Time ]

"You still have something to do."

"Oh my God, what do you want me to do. Please. Please stop hitting my
daughter."

"I think your husband could use a blow job."

"Good God. Okay. But please stop hitting her."

"I want you to suck him, and when he comes, I want you to take it all
into your mouth. But don't spit it out. Don't swallow it. Just wait
until
your next instruction."

"Haven't I done enough? Please."

I raised the crop and in fear she scrambled forward on her knees to her
husband. He was shaking his head. Frightened that he wouldn't be able
to perform. He knew the consequences of not performing. His daughters
bare breasts jutting out in front of him.

Dora quickly took her husbands penis in her mouth. A little awkwardly
with
her hands bound behind her, but she managed it. Not surprisingly, Dave
was almost instantly hard. I watched her head bobbing up and down,
desperately trying to satisfy her husband for me.

This time I announced it. "Nine minutes."

I heard Dora groan around the penis in her mouth. I raised the crop.
Jane
turned pale and shook her head violently, pulling against the restraints
like a demon. This time I brought the crop up from below, striking her
bound breasts just underneath the nipples. Jane wailed into her gag,
trying to find breath. She shook her head, trying to ease the pain in
her
breasts. Eventually just shaking and crying into the gag.

A minute later, I saw Dave begin to tighten. Dora's eyes widened as Dave
thrust as best he could into her waiting mouth. I could see Dora choking
on the orgasm, sperm filling and over filling her mouth. Dripping down
her
chin. When her husband had finally finished, Dora lifted her head,
mouth 
closed to keep the semen in and just looked at me. Task accomplished. 
"What now?" her eyes asked.

I looked at the haggard woman on her knees, her husbands sperm in her
mouth.

"Crawl over to Elaine and give her the sperm. In her mouth. I want you
to
French kiss your daughter. I want her to swallow every drop."

Dora's eyes widened again. She shook her head. Didn't move.

I just looked at my watch.

"If you spit it out, or swallow it, I'll make you do it again."

Twelve minutes.

With Dora watching me, I raised the crop and aimed carefully at Jane's
nipples. Jane's eyes were pleading with her mother. I could see it
through
the tears. "Please, just do it."

I brought the crop down hard on Jane's nipples causing her to pull at
her
ropes. I was sure that she was going to dislocate something. Her scream,
even through the gag, hurt my ears. Her sobbing racked her body.

I heard Elaine from the floor behind Jane, "Please Mom, I know what
you have
to do. Please just do as he says for Jane. I'll drink it. Please."

Resigned, Dora got to her feet somehow and walked over to her older
daughter.
She knelt down beside her. Wrists still manacled behind her. I left
Jane for
a moment to see this. She bent down, and placed her lips against
Elaine's.
I watched the internal struggle. So hard. Elaine opened her lips under
Dora.
With an act of will, Dora opened her mouth and kissed her daughter,
exchanging the fluid that she'd kept in her mouth. I watched as Elaine
grimaced and worked her throat muscles. She swallowed everything that
Dora transferred. Gagging.

Finally, Dora raised her head from her daughter's kiss.

"Is there anything else?" she asked, exhausted.

I shook my head.

"You bastard, I hope you rot in hell for this."

"You just earned Jane another stroke. And just so you know what
happened,
I'm going to take the gag out so you can hear her scream."

I walked over to Jane and unbuckled the ball gag behind her head. I
had to 
pull it a bit to unwedge it from her teeth, but it eventually popped
out.

Jane groaned. "Goddamn, my boobs. My poor boobs. They. Hurt. Like. Hell.
I can't take anymore. Please. I'll pass out. I'll do anything. Just not
on the boobs again. Please, she didn't mean it."

"Oh God. Please no. She can't take anymore," Dora wailed from her
kneeling
position beside Elaine. "Hit me. Please. Hit me instead. Anywhere you
want. 
I said it. Not her. Please."

I wandered over to Dora.

"Maybe I'll hit both of you."

Tears welled up in Dora's eyes. "Please leave her alone. She's just a
girl.
I said it. Punish me. Please."

"Alright. I'll hit you instead. But not on the breasts. On the pussy."

Her eyes widened. I guess she never figured that anyone would consider
hitting a woman there.

Jane wailed from the rack, "God no. I'll take another one on the boobs.
Don't do that to her. Please."

"No. I'll take it. How do you want me?"

"On your back. Put your feet up around your ears like you are about to
have sex."

"Oh God," she said as she rolled into the revealing position.

"Spread your legs a little more." She did.

I left her like that for a moment and returned to Jane. I ran my fingers
over her swollen breasts. She tried to shy away but couldn't move very
far
because of the ropes. Her breasts were hot and sensitive. I touched her
between her legs. Damp. Very damp. Not sure, but the whipping may have
turned her on. She was crying in her bonds, her face hot with shame.
She knew that I knew that she was turned on.

"Please don't hit Mom on her pussy. Do you have any idea how much that
will hurt? I'm already hurt. Hit me instead. I can take it. One more
if you
have to hit someone. Please."

I looked into Jane's eyes and saw raw fear of another stroke to her
breasts
but she was determined to protect her mother, no matter how much it
hurt.

"Sorry, Jane. Not this time. I'll go easy on her."

"You are a bastard."

"I know."

I walked back to Dora.

"Beg."

"What?"

"Beg me to hit you."

"You have to be joking."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"I can't."

"You've spread yourself out for me. Beg me to hit you."

"I can't."

"Would you like two?"

"Good god. Please. Just do it."

"Alright." I walked over to Elaine and brought the crop down fairly
lightly
across the top of her bare breasts. Elaine, unprepared, cried out and
pulled
against the ropes. Tears jumped into Elaine's eyes again.

"Please don't hit her again. Alright. I'll beg. Dammit. I'll beg. I'll
beg
you to hit me."

I walked over to the naked woman and waited.

She gulped down her pride and began, "Please hit me. I deserve a
thrashing. 
Hit me. Hit my pussy. Hit my pussy with that goddamn crop. Whip me.
Beat me.
You bastard. Just hit me and get it over with. Make me scream."

Without warning I brought the crop down right between her vaginal
lips. Her
world exploded in incredible agony. Her mouth opened and emitted a
soundless
scream. Her body collapsing from the pain, curling up into a ball. Her
twitching hands still handcuffed behind her trying in vain to reach the
throbbing pain between her legs. Sobbing. Cursing. The pain like a
living
thing.

"Thank me."

She managed to choke out a, "Fuck you."

Christi, crawling as fast as she could came and cradled the sobbing
woman.
Comforting her. Whispering in her ear, "Please, I can't take watching
this
anymore. Thank him and this can all be over."

The sobbing woman faced me, tears still running down her face. Managed
to
choke out an apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to swear at you. It just
hurts so much. Please don't hit me there again. Thank-you. Thank-you
for 
correcting me. Thank-you for hitting my pussy like I asked. I deserved
it 
for telling you to rot in hell. Please don't hit me again. I'll be
good. 
I'll do whatever you want. I'll do Christi again. I'll do you. I'll
crawl. 
But not again. Please. Please."

Christi stroked her hair and calmed her. I nodded and crouched by the
naked
blonde. "I want you to tie Dora to Elaine. Same way I had Jane. Wrists
to ankles." I reached to Christi's bare feet and removed the hobble.

She whispered, "Thank-you."

"For what?"

"I've hated that thing since you put it on me."

I smiled. "I know. I'm going to see if Jane likes it. Tie up Dora and 
come help me with Jane."

I watched for a moment as Christi explained to the still sobbing woman
what
she was going to do. Without any resistance at all, Dora climbed up on
her
elder daughter and allowed Christi to unlock her wrists and retie her
in the
humiliating position.

Meanwhile, I was removing the breast ropes from Jane. Then her ankles.
I put the ankle chains on her. She winced as I came anywhere near her
sore breasts.

"You don't need to do that," the girl said to me. "I promised to come
with
you, I will. I won't try and run."

"I know. I like it though."

"Figures."

I finally removed the wrist ropes which had dug into her skin. Probably
leave bruises. Immediately she moved her arms to cradle her sore and
swollen breasts.

She just looked at me. "Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"

"Well, I can only imagine."

"I'll do anything to avoid that again. I thought I was going to die."

I checked the ropes on Dora were secure and went back into the store
to pick up the adult toys. When I came out, I slipped one of the leather
collars around Jane's throat. Dora, watching, just moaned.

"Please, whatever you do, please don't hurt my daughter anymore. I
think you've
hurt her enough for a lifetime."

A mother's concern. Touching.

Jane looked at me. "I thought you were going to let them go."

"They'll be let go soon. For now, I'm not going to be around to
torment them.
Sounds like freedom to me."

"Be nice if you untied them."

"Perhaps you can earn their release later." That was the end of that.

I attached a leash to Jane's collar and wandered back to pick up some
of the odds and ends lying about. Handcuffs and rope.

When I returned to the nude girls, I found them kneeling on the tile,
offering up their wrists. Probably Christi's idea.

I slipped a pair of handcuffs on each of them loosely and had them get
to their bare feet. Jane having a bit of trouble with the short hobble.
Christi, for once, having no trouble at all. Her cuffed wrists hardly
even affected her. She was probably getting used to wearing them.

We moved towards the end of the mall; Jane, taking short steps. She
turned
around once, with a tear in her eye as she left her family for god knew
what.






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