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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 27 - Time Out Of Time ]

I looked down at Amy's frightened face and asked her, "Have you even
been
made love to by a woman?"

"Please no. I'm straight. I have a boyfriend. Please don't make me do
that."

"Christi ..."

"Oh God, please. My tongue aches. No more."

I just motioned her over. After the display with Jane's breasts, she
wasn't
about to argue. She resignedly crept forward on her bare knees and
positioned
herself between Amy's spread legs.

Amy started to beg again. "God. Please. I can't do this. I'm not good
with
pain. I'm not a lesbian. I can't. Please, God, I just can't."

I reached forward and grabbed her face by the cheeks and turned her head
towards me.

"Amy, I want you to listen to me. I'm going to get Jane to hit you. Not
as hard as I hit her. She'll go easy on you, unless I tell her to hit
you really hard. I will only ask her to hit you really hard if you don't
look like you are trying. She is going to hit you once every two minutes
until you climax. I have no idea what you are thinking. I really don't
care.
Just try not to think that it's Christi using her tongue between your
legs.
Think of your boyfriend or something. Okay? Understand?"

Amy closed her eyes, resigning herself to this and nodded her head. I
felt
her head move a little with my hands which were holding her face.

"It's going to hurt, isn't it? Can I scream?"

Jane spoke up from her kneeling position beside Amy, "Amy, honey, you
aren't
going be able to stop yourself from screaming unless he's kind enough to
gag you." She looked at me with pleading in her eyes. "Just try and
recover
from the blows quickly and concentrate. The faster you come, the faster
the pain stops. Okay?" She looked up at me. "You are such a cruel
bastard."

Amy closed her eyes and moaned.

I spoke to Jane, giving her instructions, "Amy's new to this, and I'm
not
punishing her. I want to hear her cry, even scream occasionally. But
don't
kill her. I won't make you hit her with all your strength unless she
disobeys. 
I'll reserve the rough stuff for when she's done something to deserve
it. 
Okay?"

Jane looked somewhat relieved that she didn't have to put all her effort
into this. Maybe that made it easier on her.

"Ready, ladies?"

They all just groaned, and I nodded to Jane. I watched as she brought
the
evil crop up and swung it up in a wide arc bringing it down with a sharp
twist at the end of the stroke to strike Amy just above the breasts near
her collarbone. The sharp snap wasn't near as wicked as the sounds I
would
have made on her defenseless body, but Amy yelped in surprise. Then as
the pain washed over her, she moaned loudly.

Christi bent to her task, a look of distaste on her face. Her tongue
busy
on the bound nude girl. Amy squirmed in her bonds, but I could see
from her
face that she wasn't trying very hard to concentrate on the sensations
from 
her vagina.

I looked at Jane, her frightened eyes looking back at me. After a
minute and
a half I spoke to Jane. "Janey, Amy isn't trying very hard. Next one,
put
some snap into it. Across the nipples."

Amy wailed. "Oh God, please no. I'll try. I promise I'll try." She
pretended
to grind her hips.

Jane looked at me with a question in her eyes. But she knew better
than to
voice it. I just nodded.

"Two minutes."

"Oh God."

The cruel whip snapped down across both bare breasts, catching both
nipples. 
The breasts dancing crazily on her chest with the force of the blow.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. My tits. My nipples. Oh please
God.
Not again. Not there. I'm a woman for chrissakes. My tits. You don't hit
a woman there. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It hurts. Oh god, it hurts."

She pulled at her ropes, probably bruising her wrists and ankles as I'd
predicted. Crying, now. But a little more anxious to try and orgasm.
At this point, I don't think she'd care if it was a dog licking her
vagina.
As long as she was able to come and prevent more strokes from crashing
down.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her body.

"Four minutes. Jane, the stomach."

"Oh God, you bastard. Please. Stop her from hitting me. I can't come
like
this. Oh God. Please." Jane let the crop fall, not as hard, across Amy's
flat stomach, just a hair above Christi's bobbing head and industrious
tongue. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, God. Please. I can't take it anymore. Please. It
hurts so much. My tits. Oh my God." She was crying, tears falling
unashamedly
from her eyes. Begging. Struggling.

A red line appeared where the crop had kissed her stomach. Amy tried
to focus
through the pain on the sensations from Christi's tongue. I could tell
she 
was having some serious problems, getting by the fact that it was
another 
woman that was pleasuring her. Having trouble getting enough
stimulation 
through the pain.

"Six minutes. The breasts."

"Oh God, not there again. It hurts so much." Jane closed her eyes,
ignoring 
Amy's pleas, and brought the crop up hitting Amy's smallish breasts
from 
below. "AHhhhhhhhh. No. Stop. Ahhhhh. Please no more. Christ. Shit.
Fucking 
bastard. Son-of-a-bitch. Argh."

Jane whispered at me. "Please have mercy on her. I know how much the
crop
on the breasts hurt. Let me hit her stomach. Her legs. Anything else."

Amy was just hanging in her bonds, trying to concentrate on the tongue
between her legs. Probably trying to pretend it was her boyfriend.
Crying.
Humiliated that she had to do this.

"Eight minutes. Your choice."

Jane closed her eyes and slashed another welt across Amy's thigh,
right beside
Christi's working head.

Amy screamed in pain, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. No. No. God. No more. It
hurts. Why?
Oh please let me go."

I watched as Jane looked pleadingly at me. She spoke, "Please, I can't
do this. She's just a girl. You have no idea how much this thing hurts.
She can't concentrate enough to come. You'll kill her. I'll be whipping
her until she faints. Have some compassion. For God's sake let me help
Christi, or something. Let her come quicker. Or let me hit her less
often."

"Janey ..."

"All right. I'll keep hitting her. Oh God, by boobs hurt." Tears began
to
fill her eyes again.

"All right."

Jane looked up from her soft sobbing. "All right? All right what?"

"You can help Christi after the next one. But I was going to give you
your 
choice again. If you want to help Christi, you'll have to hit her
breasts 
again."

"Oh God."

Amy wailed. Jane whispered to the tortured girl. "I'm sorry Amy, but I
can't
do this to you much more. You have to come."

"Ten minutes."

Jane closed her eyes, bracing herself for the coming screams and
slashed the
crop across the poor girls nipples again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh my God. Nooooooooo. No more.
Not my tits. Shit. Argh. Oh you bastard. Fuck. It hurts. Shit. It hurts
so fucking much. No more. I'm begging you. I'll do anything for you.
I'll crawl. You can tie me up forever. But please no more hitting. Oh
God,
my tits."

Jane dropped the crop on the table against Amy's bare body and leaned in
close to the sobbing girl. She whispered to her, "Please, Amy, you
have to
concentrate. You have to orgasm."

She choked out around her sobs, "I can't concentrate. It hurts."

Jane leaned in and kissed the bound girl full on the mouth. I could
vaguely
see Jane force her tongue into Amy's mouth trying to gently touch her
tongue. Amy closed her eyes and tried her damnedest to ignore the pain
and
and concentrate on the kiss and the sensations from between her spread
thighs. I could see her face flushing, trying to turn the pain in her
breasts into arousal. Jane continued to kiss the girl until I spoke,
"Twelve minutes."

Jane, tears in her eyes, pulled away from Amy and picked back up the
crop.
Knowing what was expected she brought it down hard on the tops of Amy's
sore breasts.

Amy screamed again as though she was being tortured, which I suppose
she was.
"Argh. Oh you bastard. My tits are going to fall off. Oh God, it
hurts. Please,
mercy. I can't come like this. Fucker."

Jane's mouth cut her off again, as she resumed the kiss with the crying,
shaking girl. I could see that Christi was tiring. I watched as Jane's
hands
stole gently, ever so gently to stroke Amy's bare nipples. Amy flinched,
but in seconds was pushing her tormented chest into Jane's fingers as
though
begging for more attention. I watched as Amy's body began to tense
against
the bonds. But, like Jane earlier, she had picked a bad time to get to
orgasm.

"Fourteen minutes."

Jane again pulled away and I heard Christi groan. Amy fell back against
the table, unable to maintain whatever fantasy she had fallen into
without
Jane's soft lips and teasing hands.

"You are such a bastard," Jane glared at me, "she was almost there."

The crop crashed down against the bottom of her breasts again.

"Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh God, please no more hitting. I'll come for you. I'll
masturbate,
I'll do anything. I can't concentrate through this pain. My tits HURT."

Jane leaned forward, whispering to the bound woman. "Come on Amy. Back
where
you were." Jane's hands playing with the tortured breasts. Christi
renewing
her tonguing efforts. All three softly sobbing. Amy trying her
damnedest to
concentrate. Her body tensing. I picked up the crop.

Sixteen minutes came and went, but I didn't announce it. Seconds after
the
sixteen minute mark, I watched as Amy's body finally tensed up against
the
bonds, pulling against them, her groan as the breath left her body and
the pleasure of the climax washed over her, Jane still kissing her.
Christi
continuing to use her soft tongue. At what I judged to be just after
the peak 
of her climax, I brought the crop down, lightly, against her abused
nipples,
catching nipples, and Jane's fingers in the process. I watched as she
screamed and immediately tensed up again. Pulling hard against the
bonds.
Her breath was ragged as she fell back against the table, her heart
hammering
with the multiple orgasm. Her muscles relaxing, her head turning away
from
Jane's mouth. Moaning.

Jane slowly fell back on her knees cradling her own, still bound,
breasts. And 
Christi raised her head and asked permission to stop her task. I
nodded, and 
she groaned, "Thank God.", falling back on her heels. I watched her
moving 
her tongue around in her mouth. It was actually quite attractive to
watch
as she tried to work the circulation back into her tongue. Breathing
hard. 
Bare breasts heaving after the marathon.

Amy looked up from her table. "Oh my God. I've never come that hard in
my
life. Christ my tits."

I lay back on the comfortable couch and waited patiently for the girls
to
recover.





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