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Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 28) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc]
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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 28 - Time Out Of Time ]

Slowly their breathing returned to normal. The girls silent in with
their
own thoughts. Trying to make sense of what I'd just done to them. Amy
was
softly crying. The other two, a little more used to the abuse, just
knelt
quietly.

After letting Jane have time to recover, I moved to her side. Startled
Amy,
who I think may have been crying herself to sleep on the table.

I slowly released Jane's feet from the spreader bar and helped the
aching girl
to her feet. She was a bit unsteady on her feet as I walked her back to
the bedroom.

Liz, still chained on the floor, looked up and her eyes widened as she
watched me helping Jane, her bare breasts still bound, into the room.
Jane
wincing at the pain each step transmitted to her bound breasts.

Liz spoke up. "What the hell did you do to her? She looks like she's
been
through the war. I thought you were killing them."

I spoke to Liz, "I just played with her." Jane grunted at this.
"Seriously,
she didn't obey, I had to punish her."

"Good God. Why?"

"Jane?" She looked up through bleary eyes. "Jane, if I asked you to
whip Liz,
would you?"

She began to cry, but nodded.

I saw a really frightened look cross Liz's face, but I ignored that
for now.

"Jane, beg to whip Liz."

"Please don't make me hit her, too. Haven't you made me do enough?"

"Jane."

"Please no more. My boobs are on fire. I can't take anymore."

"Beg."

"Oh God." She fell to her knees. "All right. I can't take anymore.
Please
let me hit Liz. Please make me whip her tits. Make me hurt her. I'll use
the crop. The paddle. Whatever you want. I'll tie her down. Whip her
until
she passes out. Oh God. Please don't make me do it."

I gently placed my hand under Jane's arm and guided her off her knees
and
to the bed.

"Jane lay back on the bed. Spread eagled."

Comprehension dawned on her face. She looked at me, still in tears.

"I don't have to hit Liz?"

"No, Jane. I just wanted to hear you beg. I wanted to frighten Liz. And
I wanted to make sure that you learned your lesson. You really would
have
hit her, if I demanded it?"

She suddenly looked impish. "You may have had to hit me again, but yes,
I would have." A smile played around her mouth for the first time since
she'd wandered out of the room without permission.

"You are a willful girl."

"That's why you took me isn't it?"

She looked magnificent, spreading herself out. Breasts bound tightly.
I began
to work on securing her to the bed. Ropes running from her slender
wrists and
ankles and attaching to the bed posts.

"You figure it out. I'll be back in a minute."

I slipped off the bed and released the handcuff from the bedpost holding
Liz's right hand. I had her rise to her bare feet and snapped the cuff
around her other wrist behind her back. She whimpered but allowed the
bondage. Like she had a choice.

As I slowly walked Liz out to where the other girls were quietly talking
in the living room, she whispered a quick word of thanks for not making
Jane hurt her. She surprised me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as
I deposited her in an easy chair facing Christi, still kneeling on her
heels and Amy still bound to the table.

I quickly checked Amy's body for lasting marks. She quietly suffered my
probes and tracing of the crop marks.

"You okay?"

Amy just looked up at me. "My tits still hurt like hell, but, yeah,
I'll live."

"You comfortable enough?"

"I'd be more comfortable if you untied me."

I laughed. "Amy, sweetheart, I'll tell you this right now. You are
going to
remain tied up no matter what for a while. But, if you would prefer, I
can 
tie you in a more comfortable position, if something is cramping or
something."

Amy pulled at her bound wrists and ankles. They were secure, but they
weren't
really tight like the hog-tie I had originally had her in. She knew what
tight was. This wasn't causing her any circulation discomfort.

"If I gotta be tied up anyway, this is comfortable enough. Can I have a
cushion for my head?"

I reached for a throw pillow. I gently put my hand under her head and
raised it
for her, lowering it carefully onto the pillow.

"Thank-you," she murmured.

I began to walk back down the hall to the bedroom, when I heard
Christi's
small voice.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the bedroom. I have to talk to Jane."

"Talk, huh?"

Though her voice was light enough, I thought I detected a note of
jealousy
in it as well.

"Christi, I am going back to talk to her. I need to find out some
things."

It was pretty clear from the blonde's face that she was pretty sure that
I was going back to have sex with Jane. But it was interesting that she
was jealous.

"You girls behave out here. You can talk, but keep it down. I don't want
to hear you. Gets noisy enough and I'll gag you all."

Christi said in a soft voice, "Don't hurt her, okay, she's had enough. 
Please?"

I leaned down to Christi, the only one of the bound women that had any
influence over things at all, kissed her tenderly on the cheek and
whispered
in her ear. "I'll leave her alone. Promise. Okay?"

For some reason, Christi just began crying again, but nodded her head.

I rose and walked back to the waiting girl in the bedroom.




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