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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 32 - Time Out Of Time ]
By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

As Amy worked hard to secure Lynn to the desk, Christi wandered over to
the other lawyer, Janet.

"Please let me go."

Christi just looked at the scared woman.

"Janet. I'm going to cut your clothing off now. I need you to cooperate
or you might get cut. These scissors are sharp. Okay?"

Janet wailed. "Please no. Please."

Christi just moved forward with the scissors.

"Oh God. Please no. I'll strip for you. Please don't cut my clothes
off."

I suspect that the woman realized that if her clothes were cut off
her, then
she wouldn't have anything. She would be naked and not even have
anything to 
put back on. Assuming she was ever allowed clothing again. She would be 
completely stripped and not just her clothes.

Janet squirmed a bit, but Christi carefully cut the clothing from her
body, starting at the top and working her way down. Finally, Janet sat
quietly, resigned that she couldn't do anything about this indignity and
simply let Christi remove it. She even raised herself off the seat to
let Christi remove skirt and panties.

By this time Amy had completed tying Lynn to the desk. Lynn pulled
against
the bonds but Amy had actually done a passable job, even with her own
hands bound. After she was done tying up the other woman, she walked
back
over to me. I motioned for her to sit at my feet. She daintily curled
herself
up and sat quietly at my feet watching the events in front of us.

Christi wandered over to me, and bent to my ear. She whispered to me,
"I'm not sure what to do now. I'm used to having you direct me."

"You want me to tell you what to do with these women?"

"I don't quite know how to say this, but yes. I want to dominate them.
I want to hurt them. But, I feel so guilty doing it."

I ran my fingers through her vaginal lips. She was sopping wet. She
gasped
at the touch.

"This is turning you on, isn't it."

She turned a little red, but nodded.

"Okay, if I was you, I'd force Janet to make love to Lynn in front of
you.
Neither one is going to want to do it, but Lynn will probably resist
more.
For me, I'd break Lynn using the crop on her. She looks fun to punish.
Make her beg to have Janet between her legs. Janet won't last long
watching
her friend tortured."

"Oh God. You mean like what you just did to me and Jane? Hit her until
she
orgasms?" Just the thought of it was making Christi shake.

"Something like that. But it's up to you. Be creative. This is probably
your only chance. You're the mistress."

Christi gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then walked back beside
the
bound woman in the chair.

She looked at the shaking woman. "Janet, have you ever made love to a
woman
before?"

"Oh God. Please no. I'm straight. Never. I can't. Please don't make me
make
love to you. God. Please."

"Relax. I'm not going to make you make love to me. Not yet anyway."

"Oh thank-you."

"But, I do want to see you make love to Lynn."

Lynn, outraged, yelled, "Never. Don't let her Janet."

Christi leveled a glare at the bound woman. "Who asked you?"

"Never. She'll resist you. I'll resist you."

Christi walked over to Lynn. This was playing right into her hands. She
reached down and ran her fingernail over Lynn's bare right nipple. Lynn
squirmed.

"You don't like women touching your body?"

Lynn just moaned and pulled against the ropes holding her. For my
part, I was
surprised that Christi had done that. She had always seemed so opposed
to
lesbian contact, apart from touching her own body. And I wouldn't
count that
as lesbian contact. Simple masturbation. I guess, she was willing to
do it
to further her own ends.

"Your body likes it." Her right nipple had risen to attention.

"Goddamn you. You damn well know that they react to any touch."

"So you won't enjoy Janet? Hmmmm?"

"Of course not. I'm not like you. I'm straight."

Christi slapped her face and leaned in and hissed in her face.

"You are the only gender *he'll* let me have. I wanted a guy."

Lynn, frightened, began to realize the position she was in. "I'm sorry.
I didn't mean ..." It was beginning to dawn on her that maybe I was
controlling this, but she maybe shouldn't be pissing off Christi either.

"Beg to let Janet fuck you."

"You are crazy. Never."

Christi wandered back to the pack and fished out a ball gag, returning
to
Lynn. She pressed it against her mouth but Lynn wouldn't open it. Like
with
Dave, Christi had already figured out how to get a person to open their
mouth. I watched in fascination as this woman calmly reached out and
began caressing Lynn's nipple. Lynn stiffened but refused to open her
mouth. Suddenly, I watched as Christi's nails dug into the base of
Lynn's
nipple, cruelly twisting it. Lynn let out a surprised yelp and as she
opened 
her mouth, Christi slipped the ball behind her teeth, silencing her. She
quickly tied off the gag while Lynn struggled to push it out of her
mouth with her tongue. Unsuccessfully.

Christi walked around the bound woman, and finally ended up beside her.

"Now, where shall I hit her?"

Lynn's eyes widened and tried to say something around the gag.

Janet spoke up from her chair. "Please don't hurt her. I'll do what
you want. 
I'll make l-love to her. Just don't hurt her. It isn't necessary."

Christi looked at Janet. "Janet, I am going to hurt her. Nothing you can
do about that." She pointing with the crop. "Her thighs, her stomach, or
her breasts. You choose."

"Excuse me?"

"Where shall I hit her with this thing? Her thighs, her stomach or her 
breasts?"

Lynn was really pulling against the ropes.

Janet collapsed crying. "God. Please. I can't choose that. Please don't
hurt her." She'd felt light blows on her face earlier. She knew exactly 
how much it was going to hurt in any of those places.

"Choose."

"Please. God. No."

"Never mind. I'll choose the breasts."

"Oh God. Please no. Not there. She'll die if you hit her there. Do you
have
any idea how much that is going to hurt?"

Christi remarked, "Actually, I've never felt this thing." But I could
see on
her face that she remembered seeing Jane feel it against her breasts.
Twice.

"Please, it will kill her. Hit her thighs. Please. Hit her thighs."

"You had your chance to choose and you wouldn't."

Muffled cries from Lynn.

"Please. Don't hit her breasts."

"Beg."

"What?"

"Beg to be allowed to choose where I hit her."

"Oh my God. All right. Please let me choose where to hit her. God.
Please."

"Where."

"Her thighs. Please hit her thighs. Not her tits."

Christi raised the evil whip and Janet braced herself even though she
wasn't
the one about to hurt like hell had descended on her. Christi dropped
the
crop hard against Lynn's bound thighs. I heard the scream right through
the gag. Tears welled up in Lynn's eyes, but they still looked so
defiant.
Christi was going to have to have a lot of resolve to break this woman.
Janet was already broken.

Christi allowed the bound, gagged woman to settle down. She looked at
Janet tied securely in the chair.

"I'm going to whip your friend here. Ten times, alternating from thighs
to stomach to breasts. Once every minute. Now, I want you to count for
me. I lose track easily. If you forget, we start again. Understand."

"Oh God. Please no. You'll kill her. Please you don't have to hurt her.
She'll do what you want. I can't watch this."

Muffled protests from Lynn. Lynn shaking her head.

Christi, brought the crop down on Lynn's stomach. Even I could tell
that it
wasn't a light stroke. Lynn screamed through her gag as a red welt
formed
across her bare stomach. She convulsed straining every muscle to get
free
and protect herself. The ropes held. I thought to myself, better save
your
strength lady if she's going to whip your breasts as well.

Janet, sobbing in her chair just watched out of dull eyes.

Christi, almost talking to herself, "Hmmmm. I lost track." She brought
the crop down again, this time hard against the bottom of both Lynn's
ample breasts. The woman beneath the crop screamed behind the gag,
trying
to move away. Anything to stop the pain. I could hear her begin to
beg behind the ball. Tears falling without shame from her eyes.

Janet snapped back to reality, remembering that she was supposed to
count.
Through her crying she managed to choke out, "Oh God. Please. I can't
do this.
One. Christ. One. Please stop hitting her."

A minute passed, Lynn finally had settled down, the initial pain in
her breasts
fading a little.

Christi brought the crop down again. This time on Lynn's thighs. Another
wail muffled by the gag.

Janet, completely defeated just mumbled, "Two."

For the next eight minutes this went on. Lynn screaming, welts
appearing 
on her body as the crop fell. Christi wasn't pulling the strength behind
the strokes. I was almost thinking that Lynn was going to pass out from
the pain. Especially when the crop fell on her bare breasts. She wasn't
nearly as strong as Jane.

Janet's voice fell into a defeated monotone. Crying and counting as the
blows rained down on Lynn's bare body. Once every minute or so.

Finally, Janet, almost choking on her tears, pleading. "Please no more.
She can't take any more. God. Please. I'll do anything you want."

Christi reached forward and released the gag from Lynn's mouth. She just
lay there sucking in air. Gasping.

Christi spoke to Lynn. "I know it hurts. But you have to bear with me.
Just
two more. I don't think Janet can count anymore." She was just hanging
in
her bonds sobbing. "I'll give you the choice on one of the last two. But
you have to count. Don't miss, or I'll have to start all over. I lose
track
easily."

"Oh God. Please no. I can't take anymore. My body. I'll do whatever
you want.
Just no more with that thing. It hurts so much."

"I know. Where?"

"Where what?"

"Where do you want the ninth?"

"Oh God. You can't make me choose."

"I can make you beg, if you'd prefer."

"Oh God. Please no more."

"Where?"

"Please. My thighs. Hit me there if you must." She picked the part of
her
body where it would hurt the least. I wasn't too surprised.

Christi brought the crop down extra hard against her thighs, crossing
the
red welts that were already there.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. I want to die. Please. God. No more.
Please have mercy. It hurts so much. Argh."

Christi, I have to give her credit, just looked at the shaken woman.
Giving
her a chance. I wouldn't have given her that second chance. Finally,
Lynn 
opened her eyes and realized.

"Oh shit. Nine. Please don't start over. I can't take that. Please
god. Make
her stop. Nine. Please." Pitifully begging.

Christi just smiled and said, "About time. You almost earned yourself
another
ten."

"Oh good god. I'd die. I couldn't take that. Thank-you. Thank-you." Lynn
realized just how close she had come.

"Now, my choice for the last one."

"Please not the tits. I can't take that. God, have mercy. Please no
more."

"The nipples. I think that looks like a good target." I had noticed
earlier
that she'd purposely just hit the flesh of Lynn's breasts before this.
Avoiding
the nipples.

"Oh God. No. I'll do what you want. I'll have sex with Janet. I'll
enjoy it.
I'll crawl forever for you. You can hit me ten times on the thighs or
stomach.
The ass. Anything. But not on the nipples. Have mercy. You have nipples.
Please. You must know how much that will hurt. Please. God. Jesus.
Nooooo."

Christi raised the crop and carefully aimed at the nipples. Lynn had no
choice but to lie there and take the stroke.

"Ahhhhhh. Argh. You bitch. I'll kill you. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Please, god.
Make
her stop. Please. You must have torn them from my tits. Shit. That
HURTS.
Oh Christ, my tits."

Lynn collapsed into moaning. If her hands were free she would have been
cradling her breasts. As it was she could only lay back and let the pain
from her nipples wash over her, moaning, and sobbing.

Christi settled herself back into the leather chair. And waited for the
pain to begin to settle to a tolerable level. The bound woman now
quietly
sobbing, unable to comfort herself.

Finally, after a few minutes, she spoke. "You ready for more?"

"Please. I'll do anything. Just stop hitting me. I'll crawl for you."

"You'll make love for me?"

"Yes. Please don't make me do that. I'll have sex with Janet." She
babbled.

"Beg to have sex with Janet."

"Good Christ. Please let me have sex with Janet. Forgive me. Please let
her fuck me. You bitch. You whore. I'll do it. Just no more on the
tits."

"You'll enjoy it."

"No, I won't fucking enjoy it."

"You better figure out how, because if I don't see a pretty convincing
orgasm, I'll just starting hitting your breasts again until you do."

"You are a monster. I can't climax. Don't ask me to. Please."

"If you are going to fake it, it had better be good."

"Please don't make me ... us ... do this."

"You'll have five minutes. You don't orgasm by then, I'll just start
having to convince you."

"Please no more. I can't take any more. I hurt."

Christi had walked over to Janet and begun to untie her. Not her wrists,
but she released the ropes holding her to the chair and her ankles.
Forcing
her to her feet. Janet resisted a bit, but allowed herself to be
guided to
the end of the desk.

"Please don't make me do this," she looked to me for help.

"Out of my hands," I just shrugged.

I bent down to Amy and whispered in her ear. She jumped. I think that
she
had thought that I had forgotten about her. "You ever give head?"

She looked up at me, pleading in her eyes. "Please don't make me get
involved. I'm not a lesbian. Please."

Cruelly, "You certainly came hard enough when Christi was licking you."

"God. Please."

"I'm not asking if you've given a woman oral sex. A guy. Your
boyfriend?"

A bit confused, she nodded.

"Any good at it?"

She shrugged.

I stood up and lowered my pants just enough to let myself fall free.
Amy's eyes widened.

"Please no."

"Would you rather go play with Christi?"

"Please. I'll suck you." Pulling against her cuffed wrists.

I sat back down and Amy, resigned climbed to her knees and settled
between
my legs. I felt her soft lips as they engulfed my penis. Her tongue
gently
caressing the sensitive organ. Tears falling from her eyes.

Christi glanced over and saw what was going on. I thought I saw her give
me a surprised and hurt look, but continued getting the lawyers ready to
have sex.

I whispered to Amy, "Not too fast. I don't want to come yet. Just get me
ready." She mumbled something that felt amazing around the cock in her
mouth, but slowed down the pace just slowly bobbing her mouth up and
down on me. She looked up at my face, tears running down her face, and
pleaded with her eyes as she ran her mouth down the length of me again.
I ignored the begging of the woman in my lap and I watched the scene in 
front of me and enjoyed the sensations that her soft mouth imparted
however unwillingly.

Lynn was begging Christi to stop the scene.

"Please, Lady ... er ... Mistress, please don't make her do this."

Janet lowered her head and tentatively stuck out her tongue, running it
up Lynn's outer lips. Grimacing.

"Look like you are enjoying it."

"Please."

Christi, without warning brought the crop down against Lynn's sore
breasts
again. Just above the nipples.

"Ahhhhhh. Christ. Okay. Please. No more. My tits. Oh Christ. My tits."

Lynn closed her eyes and began to move her body as much as the ropes
would
let her. Pretending to moan. Grinding her body against Janet's tongue.

Christi, moved to the foot of the table and gave Janet a stripe across
her
back. Janet screamed in pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. OwOwowowowwo. Oh God. Please. I'm doing what
you
want. Please don't hit me. God. Please. I'll do it better."

She bent down and began using her tongue with a little more enthusiasm.
Lynn moaning in pain and trying to pretend she liked it.

Christi moved back to Lynn's breasts and without saying a word,
brought the
thing down, catching the left nipple and the right breast.

The convulsion of Lynn almost knocked Janet away, but she managed to
stay
on her knees and continue her task.

"Ahhhhhh. Jesus. What the hell was that for? Oh God. My breasts. Hurt.
Please
no more. I'll do what you want. Anything."

Christi looked down at the tortured woman and simple said, "Enjoy Janet.
Have fun. When you orgasm, I'll leave you be."

"How can you expect me to orgasm with you hitting my tits? They hurt.
I'm
in pain. Please."

"Concentrate."

I have no idea what she concentrated on, but she was soon moaning with
realistic sounds. Eyes closed. Janet continued to work on her friend,
trying to ignore what she was being forced to do. Hands roped behind her
back. Naked, on her knees. Moaning a bit herself.

Christi, satisfied with the performance, began to run her own fingers
lightly between the light hair between her own legs. Eyes intently
watching
the forced sex in front of her. 

The lips and tongue of the bound girl in front of me, causing me to
lose 
attention. I lifted her head, gently by the hair, trying not to hurt
her.
"Slower, okay?"

Tears streaked her face. She nodded and lowered her head again to take
me 
back into her mouth.

Finally, I watched as Lynn began to tense in her ropes. As her body
crashed
through the climax, she cried out and pulled against the ropes. Shaking.
If it was faked, it was a really good fake.

When she was done, Christi allowed Janet to pull away from her friend
and
kneel quietly on the floor. Both women crying softly.

Christi walked over to me, a smile on her face. It faded a bit seeing
Amy giving me head, but she leaned close.

"You finished with them?"

"I guess. I'm at a loss at what else to subject them to."

"That's okay. I think you've put them through enough."

"Time to go?"

"One more thing."

"What?"

"Masturbate."

"What?"

"Lie down on the floor and masturbate for me."

"Please no. Not in front of everyone."

"Christi."

"God. Okay."

She lay back on the carpet, right in front of Janet's kneeling body and
began to run her hands up and down her own body. Pinching at her
nipples,
running her hands through her light pubic hair. It looked a bit
mechanical
to me.

"Christi."

She opened her eyes. "You know how you just made Lynn enjoy herself?"

"Yes."

"If you don't do this right, I'll have you up on that desk and I'll
let her
whip you until you masturbate properly. I'm making a wild guess that
Lynn would
love to get even for that thrashing you gave her."

"Please no."

"Continue."

This time, she realized the danger she was in. She began to really get
into
it. Closed her eyes again and began to react to her own long fingers
softly
caressing herself. Remembering the torment of Lynn. Finally, pressing
her fingers into herself. Touching her clitoris, moaning. Finally crying
out, spent. Her body tensing. Spasming. Climaxing in front of me and
the women she had just tormented. Crying afterwards.

I gently pulled Amy's head away from my penis, letting her finally sit
down curled up at my feet.

Without me even asking her, Christi crawled forward and took Amy's
place. Still
crying softly and breathing hard from her climax. Her soft mouth
engulfing me. 
Her hands lightly stroking, playing with me. I was ready and within
minutes 
of her attention, she felt me press her head down, my penis slipping
into 
her throat, spasming. I let my come fall into her mouth and throat; her 
swallowing frantically. Finally, spent, I released her blonde hair
allowing 
her to rise.

Smiling, she licked her lips and rose to pad naked around the room,
gathered 
the ropes, gags and other playthings into the pack.

She approached me with a pair of handcuffs, turning her back and
holding her
wrists behind her. I slipped the handcuffs on her.

I concentrated on the time continuum and released Janet and Lynn from
our timeline. They snapped back to their original positions. Not
tortured.
Not naked. Not crying in humiliation and shame. Having no idea of what
they 
were forced to do while time stood still.

I gathered up Christi, still breathing hard. Had her carry the pack.
Catching Amy's arm, we all walked out of Lynn's office. The two nude
beauties
walking quietly and comfortably down the stairs back out the world
below.





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