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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 26 - Time Out Of Time ]

I dressed quickly.

Leaving the nude girls in the bedroom, I wandered out to the living
room where I'd left Amy hog-tied the former evening. She was awake and
livid.

"About time. What do you want from me?"

"Don't know yet."

"Will you please untie me?"

"I like you like that."

"Oh God. My arms are killing me. Can't you loosen the ropes at least?"

"Who are you?"

"Amy Trotman. I told you already. Who was that woman that wouldn't
speak to me this morning."

Hmmmm. I guess Jane gets some cruelty points for ignoring the bound
girl.

"That was Jane."

"Who the hell is that? And why was she naked?"

"I like my women naked. Clothing is relatively useless on a woman.
Don't you think?"

"Please."

"Amy, we can do one of two things. You can stay tied up there until I
decide I don't like it anymore. I can cut your clothes off you. Or, I
can release you, you can strip for me, and I can re-tie you a bit more
comfortably."

"Oh God. Please. You don't have to do this."

"I know. I want to do it."

"Why? What did I ever do to you?"

"Absolutely nothing. You were just in the wrong hotel room at the
wrong time.  And I want to see you naked. So which is it?"

"Please don't do this."

"You want me to choose? I like cutting clothes off helpless girls."

"Shit. Okay. Untie me. I'll take them off for you, you bastard."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'm gonna lose them one way or the other."

"Good girl. You are catching on quick."

"Bastard."

I placed the gun on the table and bent down. I quickly unwrapped the
ropes holding her and she gasped as the circulation returned to her
hands and feet. I gave her a second to uncramp her muscles while I
settled into the couch. She stayed on the floor, her face a mask of
pain as the circulation caused pins and needles to crawl across her
skin.

Finally, I could tell the pain had diminished and I spoke to her,
"Amy, get up."

"Please don't make me do this." But she rose to her feet.

"Continue."

Her small hands fumbled with her clothes. Dropped her blouse and pants
at her feet and stood in front of me, somewhat defiantly in her bra
and panties and ankle socks.

"Please don't make me take off the rest."

"Amy ... we can tie you down again and I'll take the rest off if you
like."

She shook her head and used her toes to slowly pull her socks off. Her
toe nails were painted and she had perfect feet. She looked up with
pleading in her eyes as she stood barefoot in front of me. Seeing no
compassion, she resigned herself and popped the front closing clasp of
her bra. She let the piece of cloth fall off behind her. Wanting to
get it over with now, she quickly hooked the waistband of her panties
and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them daintily. She raised
her hands to try and cover her bare breasts and between her legs. I
let her for now. She shifted her weight from bare foot to bare foot
while I watched her.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Now what? You rape me?"

"I don't think so." I let her just stand there, nude. Awkward.

After a few more minutes. "What then? Please. This is so humiliating."

"I think I'll tie you up again. Come here. Lie across the coffee
table."

"Please no. I'll do whatever you want. I stripped for you. You don't
need to tie me up again. I won't run away. Please. I can't stand being
tied.   I'll do anything you want. You want me? You want me to give
you a blowjob? Fuck you? My-my aa-sss?"

"Amy ..."

"Please," she was crying now. Her shame and her fear apparent. Being
hog-tied for hours was beginning to seem like the easy part to the
poor naked woman.

"Amy, all I want right now is to tie you to this coffee table. Don't
make me hurt you."

The naked woman stumbled over to the table and carefully lay down
across it, face down.

"You know I want you face up."

"Why, so you can rape me?"

"No, my dear, so it is easier to hurt you."

"Oh God. Please don't hurt me. I won't let you tie me up."

"Amy, for every second that you don't let me tie you to that table
will mean more pain. And I mean more pain."

A small voice came from the hallway, Jane's, "Amy, that's your name
..., Amy, you have got to do what he says. Like it or not. God, I
don't believe that I'm saying this. Amy, honey, if he says he is going
to hurt you, he *is* going to hurt you. You'll only make it so much
worse if you don't obey."

I shook my head. I would have to do something about that willful girl.
I was positive that I told her to stay in the bedroom with Christi and
Liz.

But her voice got through to Amy. The frightened nude girl slowly
flipped over onto her back on the table and lay there, her breath
coming in great gulps as the adrenaline flowed through her body.

I looked over at Jane. "Alright fancy lady. I was pretty sure that I
told you to stay in the bedroom."

"I'm sorry, sir. I swear I am. The others were afraid to come out. But
I felt bad for this girl. It was so hard to ignore her this morning,
she was in such pain. And we could hear you in the back room having
trouble with her.   I though I might be able to help. She's just
frightened. Please. You don't have to hurt her. She'll do anything you
tell her. Won't you, honey?"

The nude girl just looked up through her tears and nodded.

"I want to watch her being hurt. If she cooperates, then it doesn't
have to be too much."

Amy moaned, "Please, sir. You don't have to hurt me. Please don't hurt
me."

"Jane, as long as you are here, why don't you tie her?"

"Please no. I don't want to get involved."

"You are already involved. You are already in hot water for sneaking
out here.  You want to make it worse? Remember, every three minutes.
You know I can do that again."

"Oh god, please never that again. My boobs still hurt."

She was already at my feet taking the rope that I held out.

She whispered to the frightened girl on the table, "Please, just do
what he says. I don't want to do this, but you don't have any idea
what he can make you do. I had to strip and have sex with my sister in
front of my father.  Then he made my mother have sex with another
woman while he timed it by whipping my bound boobs."

I saw Amy's eyes flick to her father still visible outside the door.

"Oh God. He won't do that to me, will he."

I watched as Jane expertly wrapped the rope around Amy's wrists and
ankles holding her securely to the coffee table.

"Honey, I don't have a clue what he'll do to you, but I can guarantee
you won't like it. But, if you disobey, or hesitate, you'll regret it.
Please, take it from someone who has seen it. Just do what he says."

"Jane, you want to hurt her?"

"Oh God, please don't make me do that. I don't get off on this stuff.
I'd rather take another whipping than hurt her."

"Jane, it wasn't an option."

"Oh no. I've done everything you asked. I only came out to help."

"And now you are helping."

"No. I can't do it."

"Jane. We can go back to the mall you know. Elaine's breasts still are
aching for the touch of the crop."

"You bastard. I can't hit another woman for you. Tie them up. Strip
them.  Even make love to them, if you absolutely have to. I can even
fake that I'm enjoying it. But I can't torture another woman. Think
what you are asking. I know how much it hurts. Unlike you, I have a
conscience."

"All right, Jane. How about if I hurt you too? Where would you like to
be tied up?"

"Please no."

"Jane, if you don't let me do this now, we will head back to the mall.
I'm sure your mother would love to make love to everyone again while I
whip you.  Only this time, maybe I'll get her to do the rounds twice."

"You bastard. How do you want me?"

"Still won't hit Amy to save your hide?"

"Do I still have the choice?"

"Nope. But I thought I'd ask anyway ..."

Resigned. "Where do you want to tie me? You can do anything you want
to me, but I can't hit that poor girl. And please not back to the
mall."

I led the shaking girl to the center of the room. I glanced down at
Amy. She was pulling at the ropes holding her wide open on the coffee
table.  Softly crying.

"Hands up." Jane obediently raised her hands to waist level. I tied
them together. Jane just shivered.

There were a few hanging plants in the suite; one of which I simply
took down and placed on the floor. I ran the rope through the hook and
placed Jane under it. I pulled her bound wrists above her head and
tied the rope off by running the rope around Amy's waist. That way Amy
would know just how hard Jane was pulling while I hit her. Jane,
standing there nude, knowing that she was about to be tortured, but
still standing still, docile. I marveled at her self control. Wondered
idly, if she had actually orchestrated a punishment. I remembered her
wet pussy after the breast beating at the mall. Maybe she got off on
this stuff? I doubted it, but one never knew.  Perhaps, after her
punishment I'd ask her.

I returned to the bedroom and retrieved an ankle spreader. Christi was
kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, still in her chains.

"We tried to stop her."

"I know. I have a task for you."

"Oh God, what?"

I smiled at her.

"Oh shit. You want me to have sex with them. Please no." She pursed
her pretty lips.

"Yeah, Liz can hold down the fort." I took the handcuffs off Christi's
ankles and quickly cuffed Liz to the foot of the bed. No complaints.
I guess she preferred to stay quietly in the bedroom than participate.
Didn't surprise me.

I practically had to drag Christi out to the living room. Her eyes
registered no surprise at Jane and Amy. Naked and bound.

Christi just looked at Jane, "You didn't do something he asked, did
you?"

Jane just miserably shook her head.

I knelt down and carefully spread apart Jane's legs and attached her
bare ankles to the bar. She was spread open. I decided to make this
harder on the bound girl and wrapped each breast in rope, squeezing
the mounds until it looked uncomfortable. Jane had been in this
position before.

"Oh God. Please not again. I'll hit her. I'll whip her if you want.
Just don't hit my boobs. Oh God. Please. Mercy."

Ignoring the pleading woman, I motioned Christi to walk over. She did.
She knew what I was going to ask before I had to open my mouth. She
knelt in front of Jane whispering, "I don't want to do this."

I looked down at Christi, hands still bound behind her back. "I'm
going to whip Jane's breasts. Once every three minutes until she
comes. At that point I'll give her the option of begging to hit Amy.
Understand?"

"Oh God. Jane, you have to hurry, okay? It's hard enough me having to
lick another woman without her screaming. Honey?"

Jane just gulped and nodded.

Taking aim, I brought the crop down across Jane's bound right breast.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", she screamed. As the pain faded, she began to
beg.  "Oh God. My boob. It's on fire. Please no more. I'll hit her.
I'll do anything.  Just no more."

I watched as Christi raised up on her knees and pressed her face into
the squirming, crying girl's pussy, trying to get her to orgasm and
end this torture.

"Count." I said to Jane.

"Count? Ahhhh. God it hurts."

"Count. That was one."

"Oh God. You bastard. One."

I glanced at my watch. Jane realized that she had better begin
thinking about getting to orgasm or she was going to get hit again.
Through her sobs, she tried to concentrate on the tonguing from
Christi, the nude blonde between her legs.

Three minutes.

I slashed the crop down across her left breast, just missing the
nipple.

"Oh shit. Oooowwowowowowowowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Jesus Christ.
Argh.  Please. For pity's sake. Stop. You have no idea how much that
hurts.  My boobs. You're tearing them apart. Argh. Bastard."

I hit her breasts again. Both of them. Almost immediately. She almost
falling against the ropes, pulling Amy's body with the connecting rope
making Amy cry out.

"AAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus Christ. God. Shit.
Argh." Through her sobbing. "What happened to every three minutes. Ah
Christ."

I just looked at her and raised it again to give her a third.

It dawned on her pretty face a little too late.

"Oh Christ. I'm sorry. Please I'm sorry. Two. Ahhhhhhhhh No Nargh.
Two.  I said two. Please stop. It hurts so much."

Her bound breasts were heaving with her exertions. Her bare feet
practically leaving the floor with her struggles. Amy was struggling
with the rope around her waist. Jane's bound wrists trying, in vain,
to get her sore breasts away from their torment.

Once she remembered to count, I laid off her breasts and began
counting off another three minutes. Christi still struggling to give
Jane the stimulation she was going to need to stop this punishment.

Jane began to really try and concentrate through the sobbing and she
looked like she was nearly at the climax that she so desperately
needed when six minutes arrived and I brought the crop down right
across both bare nipples.

"Ahhhhhhh. N-no. Bastard. I was almost there. Oh God. My nipples. God
you almost tore them from my tits. Oh shit. Three. Three. You
son-of-a-bitch. I wish I could show you how much this hurts. Fuck.
Jesus. Please no more. I'll come for you. I'll crawl. I'll torture
Amy's tits. I'll lick her all over. I'll do anything. Just no more."

Finally she began contracting and at about eight minutes and fifty
seconds I watched as her muscles tightened and she crashed through an
orgasm, crying out through her pain. Just as she was peaking, it was
nine minutes and I slashed the crop across the tops of her bare
breasts causing her to scream again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Four. Christ Four. Oh God. I'm coming again. My tits.
Oh God.  My tits."

The last stroke seemed to put her into another orgasm or an extension
of her first climax. No way to tell. She screamed. The nude blonde
still with her face buried in Jane's pussy. Jane's body writhing in
pain and orgasm.  Finally, after what seemed forever, her body went
limp, her bound bare feet barely supporting her. Sobbing. Christi
finally falling back on her heels, trying to get the taste out of her
mouth, but not complaining.

Jane hanging in her bonds began to beg. I was completely surprised
that she remembered that she still had to beg to be released. Perhaps
it just came naturally to the naked woman after the breast torture.

"Oh my God. I'd forgotten how much that hurt. My boobs. I can't take
anymore.  Please don't hit me again. Please. You've torn me apart.
Please, untie me.  Please let me down. I'll do anything you want. Just
don't hit my boobs again. Please. I'll do whatever you want to Amy. I
swear it. I'll whip her.  Please let me hurt her. Please, I want to
hurt her. I'll do it with my boobs tied. And my feet spread. Argh. You
bastard. Please, just let me down."

While she babbled, I wandered over to the by now very scared Amy and
released the waist rope. Jane collapsed in a heap as soon as she was
robbed of the support to her wrists. Christi tried to move closer to
the bound girl and comfort her but wasn't very effective with her
hands still cuffed behind her back. Jane just lay her head against
Christi's breast and sobbed. She couldn't seem to stop crying. Trying
to hold her wounded breasts with her bound hands.

Amy looked up at me with fear as I sat on the couch waiting for Jane
to finish crying. The girl bound to the coffee table looked up at me
with tears in her eyes and spoke softly, "Please don't do that to me.
I'll do anything you want. You don't have to hurt me."

"Amy, I am not going to lie to you. I am going to get Jane to hurt
you.  Believe me, it will be better than if I do it."

"Oh God, but why? I haven't done anything. I've done everything you
wanted." She was beginning to pull at the ropes holding her bare body
to the table.

I nodded to her bound wrists. "I wouldn't pull against them if I were
you.  When Jane starts in on you, you are probably going to bruise
them, but you don't need to start early."

"Please, don't hurt me."

"But Amy, I want to hurt you. I want to see you cry." My hand stole
forward and idly stroked her helpless bare breast. She cringed at the
touch.

"Oh God." Tears welling up.

Even Christi was crying still trying to comfort Jane.

"You ready?" I asked Amy.

"Please no."

I walked over to Jane and Christi, crouching down.

Jane looked up at me with bleary eyes, red from her weeping. "You
bastard." But her tears had nearly stopped.

I just looked at her. "You should know better. You always end up doing
what I want in the end anyway. You ready?"

Jane held out her still bound wrists. I quickly untied them. Her hands
fell immediately to her bare chest, cradling the bound breasts, trying
to ease the hot pain that must still grip the sensitive mounds. I held
out the crop. I saw a brief flash in her eyes as she reached out to
take it.   Wishing she could hit me with it. In the most painful spot
she could find.   Just once. But she didn't.

To her credit, she didn't even ask if I'd untie her breasts. They must
have hurt like holy hell, but she knew that they were staying bound
until I decided to remove the constricting ropes.

I retreated to the couch, and relaxed.

Jane finally managed to stop her crying and moved awkwardly on her
knees to the opposite side of the coffee table. The spreader bar still
holding her ankles wide apart. Christi just knelt quietly where she
was.





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