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

I picked up each girl. They were surprisingly light and positioned
them, face
down facing Ashley on the floor. Lisa was quietly crying and trying to
say
something behind her gag. Frustrated. Evelyn lay there sullenly.
Trying to
work the gag out with her tongue, but failing.

I walked back to where Ashley stood bound to the railing. She'd ceased
her
struggling and crying. I began to talk to her.

"How are you doing Ashley?"

"A bit scared."

"Did that light tap hurt?"

"Oh God. You have no idea."

I smiled. I didn't but Jane probably did.

"Ashley, we are going to have a little contest. Okay?"

"What kind of contest? Please just let us go?"

"See Evelyn and Lisa? All bare and hog-tied?"

"Yes. Please don't hurt them."

"We are going to have a race. They are going to try and reach here.
You."

"They can't move."

"Admittedly, it will be a challenge. They are going to have some
trouble.
The race ends when one of them reaches your foot and kisses it."

"Why are you doing this?"

Jane spoke up from her floor at her feet. "Because he can. And he is
just
going to love seeing those poor women struggling against those ropes."

I nodded. "Because I can. And they are going to look beautiful trying to
get to your feet."

"Oh God."

"Aren't you even interested in the prize?"

"A prize?"

"Yeah, the winner of the race gets to whip the loser, on her breasts,
five
times."

"Oh God. You are sick. They won't even try."

"You're right. Normally, why would anyone try to win such a race. I
anticipated
that. So I figured that I would provide a distraction. Double edged
sword, so
to speak. You won't have to concentrate on your friends. And they will
have
incentive to make the race go faster."

"Please."

"Aren't you even curious what I'm going to do?"

"Not really. You are going to do it whether I like it or not."

I nodded. "But I'm going to tell you anyway. Evelyn and Lisa should
hear what
their task is." I watched as Evelyn fought against the ropes holding her
body. "I am going to hit you with the crop, once every five minutes."

Ashley closed her eyes. "Oh please not that. Anything. I can't take that
kind of pain. I'll do anything. I'll have sex with you. I'll crawl for
you.
Anything. Just not pain."

"Once every five minutes. But you get to choose where. On the breasts,
on
the tummy, or on the thighs. Your choice. In order to be given the
choice,
you have to remember to count the strokes. Okay? If you forget, then I
pick. And I happen to like the breasts." I traced a finger down her
right
breast. "I'm assuming that you care whether you get it here or not."

"Oh please. Anything. I'll do anything."

I could hear the protests through the gags from Evelyn and Lisa.

Jane looked up at me, "Please, you'll kill her. The way they are tied
it will
take them an hour to work their way over. Give her more time, she
can't take
that. Once every ten minutes. Please."

"Jane, I don't remember asking you for your opinion."

"Oh God. I'm sorry, sir. I'll be quiet. Please." I heard her jaw snap
shut. 
I guess she wasn't ready for another punishment.

"Where?" I asked Ashley.

"What?" the naked girl was shaking in her ropes.

"Where would you like the first one?"

"Please no. Don't make me choose where to hit me. Just hit me if you
have
to."

Without warning, I brought the crop down across the tops of her breasts.

She screamed out in pain and terror. "Ahhhhhhhh. Shit. Ahhhhh. Christ
that
hurts. Please no more. Evelyn hurry. Oh God. Please."

Jane looked up and me and then at the sobbing girl above her. "Count,"
she
hissed to Ashley.

"Too late," I said calmly, while giving Jane a dirty look. She looked
down
quickly.

"Oh no. Please. No more on my tits. It hurts so much. Please. One.
You've
hit me once. On the tits. Please let me choose. My thighs. Oh God.
Please
on my thighs."

"You didn't want to choose last time."

"Please."

"Remember to count next time then."

"Oh God."

I glanced at the women on the floor. Evelyn was trying to stay on her
stomach.
Trying to move her bound body as fast as she could. Moving her
shoulders,
inching her bare body along the tile. Bare breasts pressed into the
floor
under her body. Using her knees and shoulders alternating to try and
move 
her body. Struggling and straining at the ropes that held her. Yelling 
through the gag. Lisa hadn't gotten the coordination that was required 
to move yet. She hadn't moved very far at all. But I could see her
watching
Evelyn, trying to move in a similar way.

Five minutes passed, Evelyn had maybe moved a foot or so. And they
were only
5 or 6 feet away. I could see Evelyn trying to breathe around the gag 
through her nose. Sweat was already forming on her brow as she
struggled.

I took aim with the crop and brought it down nastily right across
Ashley's
bare nipples.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. God. Christ. Bastard. Oh my God.
My
nipples. My tits. Oh Christ. Shit. Ahhhhhhh. Argh. Please no more.
Please.
God. Two. Oh God. That was only two." Through her pain, she did manage
to
remember to count. I guess she had some incentive.

A red line was forming across the front of her shaking breasts
connecting
the nipples. She hung in her ropes for a few minutes just sobbing. Jane
at her feet grimacing. The naked women on the floor trying their best to
inch their way painfully towards the sobbing woman.

Five more minutes passed. Listening and watching the grunting ladies on
the floor. They perhaps made it another foot or so. But I could tell,
even
after only ten minutes of struggling that they were tiring. Their
muscles
held in such an odd position, forced to move, struggling, straining
against
the ropes.

"Where?"

"Oh please, god. Stop hitting me. Mercy. It hurts so much. They are
moving.
They're trying. You don't have to hit me. Oh God. Please."

"Where? Last chance."

"Oh, you bastard. On the thighs. Please don't hit me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Noooooo.
God. You bastard. Christ." She just struggled to breathe for a second.
"Argh.
Oh good Christ. My legs. Three. Fuck. Three."

She collapsed sobbing.

I sat up on the railing that Ashley was bound to, watching the
struggling of
the women. Evelyn had worked out a rhythm where she was able to move a
little
faster. She was very hot, I wandered over to her and wiped her brow. She
just glared at me and continue struggling with the ropes and the gag.
Inching
her way across the tiles. I wandered over to Lisa and whispered in her
ear.

"You realize that if you don't catch up, and quick, I'm going to be
forcing
Evelyn to whip your tits?"

Momentary panic and Lisa began to redouble her efforts. She'd seen the
pain 
that the whip was inflicting on Ashley.

I watched for another five minutes.

"Where?"

"Oh God. I can't take another one."

"Ashley."

"Shit. Okay, you son-of-a-whore. The thighs again."

I brought the crop down, extra hard, aiming to hit her in the same
place.
I thought that she was going to break the railing with her straining.
Her
mouth opened in a silent scream. She finally caught her breath and
incomprehensible words emerged.

"G-G-G Nooooooo Argh. Farg. Shit. My legs. You are going to kill me.
Good
Christ. My legs. Oh my God. It hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Please no more. I
can't take it. I'll do anything you want. I'll torture Evelyn. I'll
crawl
for you. I'll fuck you. Anything. Just stop hitting me. Oh my God."

She began to sob.

Jane, from the floor at Ashley's feet hissed, "Count dammit."

Ashley's head snapped up. "Oh my God. Please no. Three. Four. That's
four. 
Oh God. Please don't hit me again. Please let me choose. Oh my God.
Please.
Not my tits again."

I didn't tell her this time, but she wasn't in time. If it was long
enough to
be reminded then she forgot to count.

By this time, Evelyn had managed to inch and struggle her way to within
a foot or so of Ashley's right foot. I watched as the bound woman
struggled.
Watched her face as she twisted her wrists trying to reach the knots
that
Jane had so expertly tied. Jane had since scrambled out of the way, so
that
the nude woman might have an easier time reaching her target. Lisa was
a bit behind.

Five minutes and Evelyn was within an inch or so of Ashley's foot.
Ashley
was straining against her bonds, trying to get her foot closer to
Evelyn.
Evelyn, stretching her throat out as far as she could reach. One lousy
inch.

I brought the crop down just above Ashley's nipples.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. Oh my God. Five. Dammit. Five. My tits. Oh my
God. Evelyn. Please. God. He's tearing me apart. He's going to ruin my
tits. It hurts so much. I'm going to die. Please no more. Whoever you
are.
I'll fuck you. You can kill me. Please stop hitting me. Good God. It
hurts.
Please. Please. Pleeease."

I watched as Evelyn struggled. Forcing her tired muscles to inch her
bare
bound body just that one little inch closer. The two women trying to get
the touch required to stop the torture. Crying. Finally, at about
the three minute mark, Ashley had stopped struggling enough to move her
right foot closer to Evelyn's head and managed to just touch Evelyn's
gag
with her toe.

"Oh God. Please. No more. I touched her. The race is done. Please. We've
done your sick game. Let us go. Please."

Evelyn was resting. Her body heaving. Trying to get enough air around
the
cruel gag. She rolled over on her side, her bare breasts heaving with
the
effort. Ashley sobbing.

I let the girls rest for a few minutes.





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