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

I gathered up the bag of toys and the gun. I hadn't needed the gun in
a long
time, and the sight of it made both Christi and Jane cringe. It being
the
instrument of their enslavement. Hard to fight a guy with a gun.

I handed the pack to Christi, who grasped it in her bound hands without
complaint. We made our way to the underground parking garage under the
hotel.
Christi and Jane cringing as they were forced to walk along in their
clean
bare feet in the dusty garage. It wasn't long before we spied a middle
aged 
woman just leaning down to enter her car. Some kind of Toyota.

I pointed her out to Christi and Jane.

"Whatcha think of that?"

Jane had been through this before at the mall. She replied, "What do you
want us to think? She's pretty."

"Actually, she's not particularly attractive to me." I wandered up to
her and
pried the keys out of her frozen hand. "But she has wheels. Not pretty
wheels. But we can pick up better wheels as we go." I looked at the
Camry 
in disgust. I concentrated and the car was released from the Time
freeze.

I opened the driver side door and motioned for Christi to get behind the
wheel. Opening the back, I had Jane slip into the back seat. I walked
around the car and slipped into the shotgun seat. I reached around and
belted the girls into their seats. Brushing their bare bodies as I did.
Safety first.

I handed Christi the keys. She grasped them in her bound hands and just
looked at me.

"Please, can't we take off the handcuffs? It is so hard to drive in
them."

"Christi. It's an automatic. Just go slow. We aren't in a huge rush."

"Oh God. Okay. But don't blame me if we crash."

"Christi, you know whose hide it will come out of if you crash us."

She paled, but struggled the keys into the ignition. The car started
without
a problem and Christi struggled with the steering wheel to back it up.
Soon, she had maneuvered us out of the parking garage and onto the
main street.

"Where to, Cap'n?" she joked.

"Your place. The hardware store."

"Oh yeah." She grew a little more solemn as she remembered where we were
going.

We moved slowly. I kept myself entertained by occasionally running my
hand
across Christi's thigh. It distracted her a number of times. We almost
ended up in the ditch. But she didn't seem to mind. The girls were
getting
a bit more comfortable with the fact that I controlled them. I could
touch
them whenever I wanted. I could punish them whenever I wanted. And I
could
reward them if I chose. I found it flabbergasting that anyone could
fall 
into being an object so easily. I honestly was expecting more trouble
from 
my captives. But they had almost all fallen into whatever routine would 
cause them the least pain and punishment. And that meant obeying.
Without 
question.

Christi began having some difficulty in some of the more heavily
traveled
areas of the route. Frozen traffic getting in the way. After some
maneuvering
she managed to get us around it. She was doing alright for a naked woman
in handcuffs.

I'd almost begun to doze off, when I felt the car slow and finally stop.

"We're here, Cap'n," Christi announced brightly.

I softly chastised her. "I know you are only kidding, Christi, but I
prefer
Sir or Master. Not Cap'n."

Her face fell a bit, but nothing was going to dampen this girl's
spirits today.
"Yes sir. Are you ever going to tell us who you are? Your real name?"

I smiled at her, but ignored the question.

I reached around the car, releasing their seatbelts. I climbed out of
the
car and watched the two girls struggle with the doors, their cuffed
hands
making it difficult to maneuver out of the vehicle.

As we approached the familiar store, I saw Christi hesitate. This was
a bit
close to home for her. Probably reminding her of her own initial
capture.

Christi spoke up. "Do you think she'll be alright?"

"I think so. Uncomfortable as all hell, but she should be alright.
Christi,
I want you to raid the front of the store. Get candy. Chocolate.
Anything.
She's going to be really hungry. Janey, find an office. Get water. She's
going to be more thirsty than hungry. And if she doesn't get rehydrated
she won't be alright much longer. Okay? Meet me in the middle of the
store."

I took the pack from Christi's fingers.

The girls scrambled to do my bidding as soon as we entered the store.

I walked to the center of the store where Kimberly was still tied to the
chair. She had knocked the chair over in her struggles over the last
couple of
days. She appeared to be sleeping, her bare bound breasts rising and
falling
shallowly in her sleep. One clothespin, from her right breast had come
off,
probably when she knocked the chair over. The one on her left breast was
still attached to her nipple. I walked over to the fallen chair and
righted
it. She came awake as I moved the chair back into an upright position.

"Oh thank God," she croaked. Her voice sounded like sandpaper. No
wonder,
this creature hadn't been allowed water or food in two days.

"Glad to see me?" I asked her, standing in front of her.

She pulled very weakly at the bonds holding her to the chair. She just
hung
her head and nodded.

"I thought I was going to die here. That you weren't ever coming back.
You're
not going to let me die are you? I don't want to die. God I hurt."

Christi wandered around the corner, her bound arms full of chocolate
bars.
She unceremoniously dumped them to the floor and then knelt behind them.

Kimberly's eyes widened at the sight of Christi. Looked longingly at the
candy.

"God. Food. Please. God. Please let me have some water. Please let me
out
of these ropes." She began to pull against the ropes.

Jane joined us, carrying a large thermos in her hands. I retrieved the
thermos
from her grasp and relieved of her charge, she quietly knelt in the
aisle.

"Stay there. Okay?"

Jane nodded and spoke to me, "That was the only thing I could find.
Hope 
that's okay?"

I twisted off the top and took a quick mouthful of water. Cold. Over the
top of the thermos I could see Kimberly's eyes watching me drink. So
easily.
Her so uncomfortable. Must have been a torture in itself. I sat down in 
front of Kimberly on the floor and she began to beg. Unashamedly.

"Please. I'm so thirsty. I don't want to die of thirst. Please have
mercy.
I haven't done anything to you. I hurt so much. Why do you want to
hurt me?" 
The parched girl began to cry. I was surprised that she had enough
water in
her system to even manufacture tears. But there they were. Big tears,
slowly
making their way down her cheeks.

I glanced back at Jane, she had her eyes closed as though she was in
pain.
She opened them and looked at me. Slowly, she got to her knees and
shuffled
out to where I was sitting.

"You bastard. You don't have any idea of the pain she is in, do you?"

I just shook my head and dribbled some water over Kimberly's bare
foot. So
close. That bottle of water, the only thing she wanted in the world. In
my hands. Tears falling down her face.

Jane continued. "I know that I'm going to get punished for this, but
I've got
to help her." She reached forward and gently took the bottle from my
hands.
I let her, curious how far she would take this.

Jane rose to her feet. And approached the chair with the softly weeping
woman.

"Honey. Kimberly. You don't know me. I'm Jane. Please stop crying.
Please."
She stroked her hair. 

Kimberly began to beg Jane. "Please have mercy on me. God. Water. What
have
I ever done to you? Please have mercy. I'm so thirsty. Please."

"Kimberly. Honey. Listen to me. I'm not in control here. I'm just his
dumb
slave. Just like you. Listen to me. Please, god, listen to me. I'm
already
getting punished for even being here. Okay? Please, I can't give you the
water until he says I can or he might kill me. I'm already risking
punishment
like you wouldn't imagine."

"What do I have to do? I'll do anything. Please. God. Water."

"Tell him that. Beg. Please. Call him Master." Jane bent to her ear and
whispered to the crying girl. Something I couldn't make out. Probably
telling
her what to say. What might make me allow her the water she so
desperately
wanted. Jane straightened, "Please, Kimberly. For me. It's not that
hard 
once you get used to it."

Jane turned to me. "Master? Please have mercy on a stupid slave? Slave
Kimberly, she'll die without this water. Please. This slave knows that
she is going to be punished. Punish her all you want, but please let
Slave Kimberly drink. Please." Tears had begun to form in Jane's eyes as
well.

Kimberly took a deep breath. I imagine Jane told her to talk like her.
Knowing
that eventually I'd let up and let her drink.

"Please, m-m-master. I ... Th-this sl-sl-slave ... is so very thirsty.
She 
doesn't want to die. Pl-please let her dr-drink some water. I'll ...
she'll 
fuck you if you want. I ... she will crawl for you. Anything. Please
m-master."

>From my position still sitting on the floor, I figured that I had put
her
through enough. I rose to my feet and casually removed the clothespin
from 
Kimberly's left breast.

She wailed, "Ahhhhhhhh. Oh my God. I thought that my tits were numb.
Oh God.
My nipple." The blood was rushing back into the tortured nipple. She
collapsed
into crying again. Giving up. Just hanging in her ropes.

I dropped the clamp onto the floor at her feet.

"Jane?" She turned to me, half expecting her punishment now. "Jane, take
a mouthful of water. Don't swallow it." Obediently, Jane did as I
asked. 
Her eyes wide. Questioning. Her cheeks distended with the water.

"Give it to Kimberly."

Kimberly managed to croak out. "Thank-you. Oh God. Thank-you." I'm not
sure
if she was thanking me or Jane.

Jane bent down to the bound girl and gave her the water from her mouth.
Her lips pressed against Kimberly. Kimberly swallowed the warmed water
hungrily, her throat working. Gasping as Jane pulled away. Jane just
looked at me. Her eyes clouding at the humiliation of having to be a
glass for this stranger.

The vision of Jane, standing there nude as the day she was born, feeding
the bound woman water from her mouth was intensely arousing. The look of
humiliation on Jane's face; the relief on Kimberly's. This wasn't my
primary
reason of forcing Jane to do this. Kimberly was deeply dehydrated. If
she
had gulped the cold water like she undoubtedly wished she could, then
she
would have really regretted it. Her body rejecting the cold fluid. I
didn't
need a sick girl on my hands. This way, Kimberly was getting what she
needed
in measured, warm quantities. Something her body could use. The
humiliation 
aspect was only secondary in this case. Though I did enjoy watching it.

I nodded to her. "No more than half that flask. No matter how she begs.
OK?"

Jane began to alternately fill her own mouth and press her mouth to
Kimberly's
exchanging a mouthful of water at a time to the girl. Kimberly closing
her
eyes. Not caring about the humiliation. Just drinking the life giving
fluid.

Finally, the flask was half empty. I could see the colour returning to 
Kimberly's face and body. Her energy returning as her body absorbed the
water. I let her rest for a few minutes.

She looked at me. "Please, sir. Some more?"

"All right. But you have to work for the other half bottle."

Kimberly didn't care. She just nodded her head. Anything to get more
water.

I walked behind the chair she was bound to and slowly lowered her
backwards
onto the floor. Her back pressing against her bound hands. She grunted a
bit at the shifting weight but didn't complain about the awkward
position.

"What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me."

"Christi, come here." The girl obediently rose to her bare feet and
padded 
over with a look of fright in her eyes. The girls really detested when
I got
to playing. "Before we give Kimberly any more water, I want to punish
Jane
for her impertinence."

"Please. She didn't do anything. She was only trying to help. I ..."

"Christi."

"But she didn't give her any water until you said. Please don't hurt
her."

"Christi? You want to be next?"

"Oh God. What do you want me to do?"

"Tie her to that rack." I indicated a display rack in the aisle.

"Please?" But she was already approaching Jane who, resigned since she
broke
position, didn't resist. I threw the keys to Jane's cuffs to Christi who
caught them with some trouble with her own cuffed hands. Soon Jane was
free and standing spread-eagled against the display rack. Holding
still while
Christi struggled with some rope to tie her in place. Tears began to
form
in Jane's eyes as I approached her with the riding crop.

"Oh God. Please no. I didn't do anything. I didn't give her the water.
Oh
God. Not the boobs. Please have mercy."

"You want them tied as well?" She shook her head. "Then shush."

"Please Master. A stupid slave is curious how many strokes she is
going to
suffer? Please."

"Five. Hard."

"Oh God." I watched as she braced herself for the pain. No way to
avoid it.
Hands and ankles bound securely. Couldn't move. Naked. No protection
from
the crop.

Christi knelt, crying softly at Jane's feet. I glanced over my shoulder.
Kimberly was trying to watch as best she could. Tears in her eyes.
Feeling
like she was the one that had caused this. Jane was only trying to
help her.

"Please Master. Can't a slave convince you not to hit her? Please?" She
looked at me as seductively as she could. Trying to control her fear and
the tears.

Without any further hesitation I brought the crop down hard against
her right 
breast. The crop actually sunk into the pliant flesh. The sound like a
gunshot.
Scaring her. The sound reaching her, the sight of her crazily bouncing
bare breast reaching her before the agony.

"Oh Christ." As the pain hit. "Not the boobs. Oh my God. Please God,
have 
mercy. It hurts. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh Christ.
Please.
Please. Please. Please." I didn't even let her recover before the next
stroke
hit her left breast just below the nipple. "No. Please. No more."

I let her recover a bit.

"Oh Christ. You fucking bastard. You don't have any idea how much that
hurts. Shit. Mercy."

"Three more."

"Three more you bastard. Don't drag it out. God. Please don't hit me
anymore."

Christi was just silently crying on her knees.

"Ready?"

She gritted her teeth and nodded. I took careful aim, but missed anyway.
The next stroke caught her across the tops of both breasts instead of
the
nipples where I was aiming.

"Oh Jesus. It hurts. Ahhhhhh. Argh. Please no more. I'm begging you.
Please."

I didn't let the pain fade from the last stroke before I brought the
instrument
down hard across both nipples.

"Not my nip ... Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh Lord Jesus. My God. The pain. I can't
take
anymore. I'll crawl for you. I'll fuck you. Oh Jesus Christ shit. My
poor
boobs. Oh Christ. Please no more."

She was just about pulled her arms and legs out of their sockets
trying to
escape the ropes holding her for the lash. Tears falling unashamedly
from
her eyes. Four pretty red welts beginning to form on her bare breasts.

Christi leaned forward and grasped my leg. Her eyes pleading for me to
stop
hitting Jane.

"One more, Janey. You can take it?"

"Christ. You bastard. What can I do to convince you not to hit me?
Please?"

"You have nothing to bargain with, Jane. You know that. I'll hit you
if I
want to."

"Oh you cocksucking bastard."

"You're in pain. I'll forgive you that."

"Oh Christ. I'm sorry. It just hurts so much. You have no idea. Please
don't
hit my boobs again. I'll do anything for you. Just no more."

"You know why you are being punished?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

She drew her breath in as she wrestled the pain down. Her breasts
heaving
with her rapid breathing.

"Because I disobeyed. I moved without permission. And I tried to help
her
without permission. But you were torturing her. Please. You were being
so
cruel. I couldn't stand it. Please. God. Don't hit me again. She was
dying."

"Okay."

"What?"

"Okay. I won't hit your breasts again." I felt between her legs. Her
face
flushed as she realized what I was doing. Checking her. She was
sopping wet
and she knew it. I knew that she hated that. When her body betrayed her.
Getting off on the abuse. Her head hated it so much.

"What, you want to fuck me instead? I will. Gladly."

"No. Just wondering whether to give you the last one between the legs or
on the face."

"Oh God." She quickly realized that there were worse places to hit a
girl
than the breasts. She'd seen me hit her mother between the legs. The
reaction.
And I hadn't hit her mother hard there.

"You want to choose?"

"Oh God. Hit my breasts if you have to hit something. Oh god please
don't
hit me again."

I idly swung the crop up between her legs before she could say anything
else. It wasn't a hard hit, but I felt the crop sink deep between her
lips. Felt it connect. I had no idea how hard to hit a woman there
without
seriously damaging them. I just wanted her to feel it. Knowing I could
have
hit her unbearably hard there. As it was, her mouth opened in a
soundless 
scream finally falling through the octaves into the range of human
hearing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she just wailed. Finally, taking a few deep
breaths and swearing. Cursing me. "Oh good Christ. I thought the boobs
were bad. Oh Christ. My pussy. My clit. It's on fire. Please no more.
I'll
do anything. Never. Argh. Oh God. Please, let me go. Let my hands go.
Oh God. Mercy."

I motioned to Christi, and the softly crying girl began to untie Jane's
now bruised wrists. As soon as Jane's right hand was free she dropped
it.
Pressing into her crotch. Trying to ease the pain. If this hurt her that
much, I couldn't imagine the reaction to a harder stroke. I guess the
female of the species is sensitive down there. Duh.

As soon as the ropes fell away from her body, Jane fell to the floor
curling
her bare body up and rocking. Trying to ease away the pain. I gave her
a few minutes to ease up on her bawling and then order her to her knees.
She managed to stop sobbing. Rose to her knees. Still sniffling.

"Hands behind your head." I wanted her hands away from her groin.

She complied. "Good Christ that hurts. God, I wish I could make you feel
a tenth of that pain. Please don't hit me anymore. You are going to
tear me
apart."

I felt between her vaginal lips. Sopping. I could smell her heat from
where
I was crouching. I saw Christi give me a jealous look as I ran my
hands over 
Jane's abused body. I ignored her for now.

Jane just whimpered and turned red at the inspection of her body.






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