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

Jane finally raised her eyes from the floor to look me in the eye. Her
eyes
were a little bloodshot from crying, but she managed to get herself
under
control. Though her body still probably ached from the kiss of the crop.

"May a slave speak?"

I nodded.

"Master. You slave thanks you for being lenient."

This shocked me. After all that abuse she was still able to fall into
slave 
talk. And that she had remembered her lesson from yesterday. She knew
damn
well that I could have hit her until she passed out. Tormented her in
other
ways far more uncomfortable. The pain from the cropping would be with
her for
a while, but it would fade reasonably quickly. In a sense, I was being
lenient with her. But her perception of her transgression was fairly 
exaggerated by her situation.

She had no power at all. Nothing to bargain with. She knowingly did
something
that would bring her punishment. She could only accept that punishment
because of her position. Naked. Slave. She could only hope that the
punishment was worth the transgression.

I suspect that she was surprised that she only got five strokes. She
probably 
had assumed that the punishment was going to be much worse than it
was. She
had been punished more harshly than that for no apparent reason. So I
could see why she thought that she was in for hell with that crop. And
why
she had assumed that I was being lenient.

However, I had punished her only partly because of the "transgression".
In truth, it hadn't bothered me that she had tried to help the poor girl
in the chair. Hell, it was just in her nature. The girl was helpless and
being tormented. Jane was just a strong willed, compassionate woman. I
actually would have been surprised if Jane had managed to sit still
through
it. It bothered me more that the willful girl had simply taken the flask
from my hands without permission. That is truly for what I had
punished her.
She got the lesson sort of wrong during the session, but I could forgive
her that. She was in agony, after all. I was surprised she was able to
come 
up with anything at all.

However, punishment was only a part of my intent. I still wanted,
perverse
as I am, to pull out those masochistic tendencies that she hated so
much.
Her pussy was betraying her. And she knew it. That was the real
punishment.
Not the pain, which, as she had noted, could have been so much worse.
Further,
having Jane a little hot around the edges was going to serve me in my
next
phase.

Though I'd reasoned out her comment, I was still a little in shock. I 
recovered as best I could under the circumstances.

"Y-yeah. Okay, Janey. You've managed to get yourself out of wearing
the nipple
clamps. I *was* going to put them on you. Pretty hard to do that now.
Imp."

The imp, still gazing into my eyes managed to control a quick smirk. I
watched
it play across her mouth. After that cropping, I was really surprised
that she
could manage anything even resembling a smile. She knew damn well that
she'd 
managed to surprise me. Clever girl. I just shook my head at the image
of 
the willful girl, naked, kneeling, her hands behind her head. Bare
breasts 
thrust out. Exposed nipples hardening in the cool air. Knowing that
she had 
managed a minor victory. And knowing that I knew.

I just closed my eyes and let her have her victory. No sense in
punishing
her more. I had my victory, her masochistic response to the whipping.
I guess
I couldn't have everything. At least not yet.

I rose and lightly gripped her hair. Easing her down onto all fours. I
used
her hair gently as a leash. Having her crawl her sore body across the
tiles
back to Kimberly. She gasped as her breasts swung a little below her
crawling
body, but she didn't complain at the further humiliation.

Kimberly had fright deep in her eyes. She opened her mouth. Closed it.
Opened it again. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything. Just don't
hit me. Please."

I ignored the pleading woman and had Jane kneel beside Kimberly. I used
a pair of handcuffs to secure Jane's slender wrists behind her. Jane
made no resistance. Not too surprising.

"Janey?"

"Yeah?" A bit sullenly.

"Straddle Kimberly's face."

"Oh God no. Not after that. You can't. Please. You know I'm straight.
You
fuck me. Rape me. I don't care. Just not that. My pussy still hurts. Oh.
Christ."

"Jane. You want more?" I picked back up the crop.

Silently, she shook her head. Resigned, she shuffled herself over.
Having
a bit of trouble with her balance because of her cuffed wrists. One knee
on each side of Kimberly's head. Kimberly suddenly found herself
millimeters
from knowing Jane really intimately. I placed the crop down, within
sight
on Kimberly's belly.

Kimberly spoke up.

"Please don't make me do this. Just let me go. I can't do this. She's a
woman. I've never been with a woman." She saw my raised eyebrows and
corrected herself. "I've never used my tongue on a woman. Oh God.
Please."

"Christi?"

She, still crying a little, crawled over. I guess she couldn't be
bothered
getting to her feet.

"You want me to lick her again, don't you?"

I shook my head.

"You want me to hit her then."

I smiled at her. Christi just groaned.

Kimberly began begging again.

"Please. I'm not good with pain. God. Please don't hit me. You don't
have to.
I'll suck her. I'll enjoy it. Please don't hit me. You'll kill me.
I'll do
anything you want. I hurt enough now. Oh God. Why me?"

I answered her last question. "Kimberly? Why you? My dear, you were
buying
paint in the wrong store at the wrong time. And you are pretty."

"Oh God."

"Now, here's the rules. Christi, you should already know them.
Whenever I 
tell you, I want you to bring this crop down against her bare feet. It
will 
be once a minute or so. Meanwhile, our chair bound woman here is going
to do
her level best to make Jane climax. After Jane climaxes, we stop hitting
her feet. Okay?"

Christi just looked at me. Picked up the crop with her bound hands
from where
it lay conspicuously on Kimberly's abdomen and shuffled on her knees
to the 
bottom end of the chair. Looked at Kimberly's bare feet, wiggling and 
pulling against the rope holding her.

"God. You can't expect me to do this?"

"Christi. You know better than that."

"Do you know how much this thing will hurt on the bottom of her feet.
She'll
never walk again."

I looked at Jane. "You think that it will hurt as much as the one on
your
breasts or pussy?"

She just shook her head.

"Please have some compassion," Christi tried once more.

"I could put you on the chair, if you'd prefer."

"God, you are a monster sometimes." She glared at me. But raised the
crop
with her bound arms. I nodded to her.

Kimberly's toes arched as the crop fell against her instep. Her startled
screech was muffled by Jane's pussy lowering to her lips. I watched as
Kimberly fought back the pain from her bare unprotected feet. Tears
forming
as she tried to kiss Jane straddling her face.

As Jane felt the first touches of Kimberly's mouth her breath left her
body in a whoosh. "Oh God," she breathed. I was sure that she was still
really turned on from the whipping. However much her mind told her that
she shouldn't be.

I got Jane's attention. "You still don't think I can't get you hot
enough to
beg for a climax?"

"Oh Christ. You are a monster."

"Jane. I don't want you to climax without permission. Got that?"

"Oh God. What's the point of this then? Kimberley, in pain?"

"I'm sure that you can convince me to allow you to climax."

I motioned to Christi to give Kimberly another stroke. She closed her
eyes
but did as she was told. Kimberley struggled against her bonds and
screamed
into the pussy against her mouth. Jane closed her eyes as Kimberly's
mouth pressed into her harder. Perhaps the vibration of the scream
causing
her to feel a different sensation. My mind wandered briefly to the
wonderful
feeling of Amy, crying with me deep in her mouth. The sound from the
crying
actually giving me more sensation. I imagine that this was what Jane was
feeling. Though in a different way, of course.

Recovering, Jane looked at me again.

"Oh God. You want me to beg. Beg for a climax. Never. If I do, it will
only
be because you forced me to. To end Kimberly's suffering. You know I
can't
stand to watch it."

"We'll see. I'm serious. Hold yourself at the edge, but don't you dare
go over.
You do, and I swear I'll whip Kimberly into unconsciousness in front
of you.
Of maybe we'll go see how Elaine is doing."

"You bastard. Okay. But I'm not begging you to let me come."

"Of course not."

I motioned for Christi to give the feet in front of her another stroke.
Closing her eyes again. She did. Kimberly went wild in her bonds.
Desperately
trying to get her feet away from the stinging blows. Crying as she
worked on
Jane.

"Jane. Lean back."

"Why?"

Seeing my look, she leaned herself back as far as she was able and
still have
contact with Kimberly's tongue. I picked up the flask and dribbled some
water down onto Jane's flat stomach around her belly button. Gravity
pulled
the water down, through the fine down covering her crotch. Kimberly
jumped
as she felt the wetness that wasn't female lubrication.

I crouched down to the girl and whispered in her ear.

"Kimberly, that's water I just ran down to you. You can drink that.
Okay?"

I doubt if the woman even realized that she needed permission to drink
it.
I had seen her throat greedily drinking the liquid mixed with Jane's
secretions. At this point, I doubt if she would have cared if I made her
drink out of a puddle of mud. As long as she got water to ease the
thirst
pains.

I motioned for Christi to give her another stroke.

"But sir. Her feet."

I wandered back to where Christi was kneeling. I checked out the feet
tied
in front of me. Kimberly still desperately trying to get away from the
lash. There were three angry welts in the soles of Kimberly's bare feet.
The last stroke had broken the skin a bit. Must have hurt like hell.

I knelt down beside Christi. "Take it easy, tiger. I don't mind if she
can't walk. That's what women's knees are for. But, seriously. Careful.
Don't break the skin again. Got it?"

Christi was crying. "I just didn't want to be punished for being too
light
on her. Please."

"It's okay. Relax. Make her feel it. But not that hard. I don't want
blood
all over the place."

I was bit surprised that Christi had hurt the girl as much as she did. I
had the girls do the hitting so that I wouldn't get carried away. Bad
move,
by the look of it. I kept forgetting Christi's dominant side. But I was
quite sure that she hadn't done the damage intentionally.

Christi tentatively raised the whip again and brought it down against
Kimberly's left inset. A lighter red mark appeared, and a lot of
struggling
by the bound woman, but that seemed a bit better.

"That's fine. Keep it up."

"How long are you going to make her suffer."

"Until the water is gone."

"God."

We kept that up for about fifteen minutes. Kimberley screaming as the
crop
fell uncaringly against the bottom of her bare feet. Jane concentrating
on Kimberly's tongue. Concentrating on not climaxing. I could see it in 
her face that she was taking me seriously about holding herself on the 
edge. Twice lifting herself off Kimberly's mouth as Kimberly screamed
at 
the pain in her feet; lifting herself to cut off the stimulation.
Stopping 
herself from climaxing without permission.

After fifteen minutes I had finally emptied the thermos over Jane's
stomach. 
I was pretty sure that Kimberly had gotten most of the precious
liquid. She 
was going to need more, but she was being pretty cooperative while she
needed
the water. I'd give her more as we progressed, but I'd have to send
Jane to
get it. I wasn't ready to release Jane from her duties yet.

[ Chapter 45 - Time Out Of Time ]
By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

I walked around and sat down cross-legged beside Jane's bare right
knee. I
watched the straining girl. Her eyes closed. Breathing hard. I could
see the
perspiration on her as she struggled with her own body. Feeling the
sensations from the girl tonguing her. The fading pain from the welts on
her bouncing breasts. Jumping every time Christi brought the crop down
again on Kimberly's feet. Kimberly screaming and moaning into Jane's
body.

Jane finally opened her eyes and saw me watching her.

She hissed. "You bastard. I won't beg you."

"Kimberly is going to hurt a lot then."

"You goddamn bastard."

I nodded. And I reached out and grasped one of Jane's erect nipples
between
my thumb and forefinger. I began to increase the pressure. Carefully
twisting
the nubbin of flesh. Intently watching her face as she struggled with
the
pain in her breast. Finally she cried out softly. But didn't tell me to
stop. Still didn't beg. Strong girl. I reached out and did the same to
her 
other nipple. This time it didn't take as long before she was moaning
with 
the pain.

I heard the crop fall again on Kimberly's feet and the tortured scream
from
the bound lady, pushing against Jane's vagina. I could see her tongue
darting.
Touching. Caressing the suffering woman.

I began to lightly slap Jane's breasts. Loving the sound and the feel of
her beneath my hand. Loving her soft cries. Alternating, light slap.
Caress. 
Jane gasped at the first blow, and sighed at the caresses. Kimberly
still 
hurting and working between Jane's legs. The slaps were really only for 
effect. Though I'm sure that she felt the blows, there is no way they
hurt 
anywhere near how much the crop must have. They just sounded worse
than they
were.

I watched as Jane pressed herself down against Kimberly's soft tongue.
Feeling
my hands at her bare breasts. Pulling weakly against the handcuffs.
Shifting
her weight on her knees. Another blow to Kimberly's feet. Another to
Jane's
heaving breasts. Jane forced to raise herself from Kimberly's mouth.
Knowing
the penalty for climaxing without permission. Wanting it. Not being
able to 
stop herself from lowering herself back to the soft love from
Kimberly's mouth.
Struggling with herself.

Finally, she groaned as I landed a harder blow to her heaving breasts.
Stung
my hand a little.

"God. Please."

"Please what, Jane?"

"Oh God. I can't stand it any longer. Please."

"What do you want, Jane?"

"Oh God. Hit me."

"Huh?" I wasn't expecting that.

"Hit my boobs harder, goddamn it."

"Why?" I rolled with it.

"Please. Oh God. I don't believe I'm going to do this. Please. I need
to come.
Shit. Please let me climax. Please stop hitting her."

Another scream from Kimberly.

"Hit my boobs. Hard. Please. You bastard. Hit me."

I let my hand fall a little harder on her bare breasts. Slapping them.
Her
breasts dancing on her chest from my slaps and her own movement.

"Harder. Goddamn it."

Pressing herself onto Kimberly's tongue. Forcing herself to rise again
on
her knees. Moving away from the stimulation. Not letting herself come.
Knowing
I hadn't yet allowed her.

"Please. Master. A slave is begging for her release. She needs to
climax.
Please stop hitting Kimberly. Oh my God. Hit my boobs. Please, sir, your
slave needs to come. Please let her come. Please ... please."

Mixing her slave talk. But even completely distracted, she managed to do
a passable job. A bit confusing who she was talking about, but it didn't
matter. She had settled herself back down on Kimberly's face. I 
reached forward and gripped her hair at the base of her head. I slowly
increased the pressure until Jane's head began to bend backwards.
Exposing
her soft throat. Her body shaking and heaving. Trying to control her
orgasm.

"Oh God. Yes. Hurt me. Please let your slave climax. God. I can't stop
it
much longer. Please God. Let him allow me to come. Please. I can't
take it."

I timed it with the last stroke to Kimberly's bare feet. The exhausted
woman
screamed again with the pain settling into the bottom of her feet. I
gave
Jane's hair a final hard yank, while giving her an extra hard slap to
the
right breast, catching her nipple. She cried out as I whispered in her
ear,
"You can climax."

I'll never know if she began before I whispered it, or if she managed to
wait for the permission. Either way, I wasn't about to punish her. She
exploded in her orgasm. Pulling her head away from my grasping hand.
Almost
smothering Kimberly with the force of the orgasm. Her whole body
tensing and
shuddering. She was just about to come down when another wave took her
and I leaned back watching the woman shudder through another orgasm,
crying
out in pain and pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity
but
realistically was probably only fifteen seconds or so, she collapsed.
Simply 
fell to the side, without the use of her hands. Crumpling on the floor. 
Trying to catch her breath. Bare breasts heaving. Softly crying.

I watched as Kimberly pulled her tongue back into her mouth. Working it
around. Trying to get the taste off and work the cramps out of it.
Christi,
stunned, just dropped the crop on the floor and crawled as quickly as
she could to Jane's fallen form. Gathering the sobbing woman into her
lap 
as best she could. Comforting her. Kimberly softly crying as well.

I left them alone for a few minutes and then approached Christi and
Jane.

Jane looked up from Christi's bare lap and fixed me with a steady
gaze, her
eyes teary.

"You were right, you bastard."

Surprised. "I was?"

Her face flushed completely. Bright red. "And you know it. You made me
beg. 
And it wasn't just to stop Kimberly's pain, you bastard," she said to
me 
accusingly. "God." Her eyes brimmed with tears again and she fell into
more 
gentle crying again. Softly. "What am I going to do? Oh God. I hate
myself."

Christi looked up at me, swallowed. "M-m-master?" she said. "Please sir.
I know she doesn't have the privilege of privacy. But please sir.
She's hurt.
More than if you'd whipped her. Please. I'll take care of her. Promise.
Please?"

I nodded. I didn't really know how to handle the sobbing woman anyway.
I'd
managed to get myself into the situation, and I'm sure that had I tried,
I could have resolved it. Somehow. But I was also sure that Christi was
right. Right now, she just needed to be left alone. Especially by me.
This
was only something another woman might understand. And Christi had
picked up
the pieces of other women that I'd pushed too far. I rose quietly to my
feet, picked up the thermos and simply walked away. Listening to Jane
sob.
Christi whispering to her. Trying to comfort her.

I found the office. Door ajar. I quickly refilled the thermos with cold
water and sat down at the table. I relaxed for a few minutes. Confident
that the women wouldn't try anything. I still had plans for Kimberly
before I decided what to ultimately do with her.

I slowly made my way back to the captives. I was careful walking back.
This
was a hardware store after all. All I needed was for Christi or Jane to
decide that an axe in my head might make life easier on them.
Normally, I
doubt if they would've taken the chance of failing. But I'd pushed them
pretty hard this morning. Especially Jane. They didn't realize the
dangers. 
Neither did I fully understand them. Regardless, an axe in the brain
didn't 
sound like much fun. Better safe than sorry. I kept my eyes open on
the return
trip.

I made my way back to the center of the store uneventfully. The women
were 
where I had left them. Behaving. I stood at the periphery of the aisle
where 
the women were. I watched them as Christi spoke quietly to the still
upset 
woman in her lap. Kimberly, forgotten, just crying softly to herself.
Her 
still bound breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing.

Christi turned around as I approached. She mouthed that Jane was
alright.
I smiled and nodded and Christi bent her head, giving Jane her
attention.
Jane was a really strong woman. She would be okay. But I had known
that from
the start. Christi was only making it a bit easier on her.

I knelt beside Kimberly. I spoke softly to the tormented woman.

"You okay?"

She just nodded.

"You want some more water?"

"Please, master." She must have been still really thirsty to use the
"master".

"In a moment. Okay?"

She just nodded. Resigned that she'd get her water when I gave it to
her.

"Would it do any good to beg you to let my tits out of the rope. It's
been
two days. Please."

"You don't have to beg this time. I was going to release you anyway."

She lay in her chair quietly as I began to undo the knots around her
breasts.
She gasped in pain as the blood rushed back into the mounds as the
breasts
ties were released. As she said it had been two days.

"Oh God. That hurts," she hissed. "I've never felt pins and needles on
my
tits before. OW." Her whole body was twitching. I was sure that the only
thing she wanted to do was cradle those breasts. Her hands still tied,
she just had to suffer through the discomfort.

When the pain reduced, she looked up at me. "Thank-you."

"For what?"

"For letting my tits go. You have no idea how uncomfortable that was.
I cried
most of the first day you left me because of those damn ropes. I
prayed that
you'd come back to take those ropes off. I didn't care what else you
did 
to me."

I idly stroked her bare breasts and she suffered the indignity in
silence.

"If I untie you from that chair, will you behave?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. Remember I still have the gun, unless you want to be really
uncomfortable for another two days, you'll behave. Okay?"

She nodded.

I righted the chair, taking the pressure off her bound arms. She drew
in a
sharp breath as her feet touched the floor. The cold tile probably
causing
all sorts of pain to the bottom of her abused feet. I began to loosen
the knots 
holding her to the chair. I started at her ankles, she gasped as her 
legs were freed for the first time in two days. I'm quite sure that the
muscles had cramped. As Jane had once noted, the human body wasn't
designed
to be tied into the same position for extended periods. Muscles
cramped up
as they unconsciously fought for movement. Although I'd never
experienced
such treatment, being tied up for any extended periods, I was quite sure
that Jane was telling the truth when she said that it hurt. Kimberly
moved 
her legs around in the air as soon as they were free, completely
oblivious 
to the show she was giving me. Wiggling her toes. Gasping at the
muscles which
had suddenly made themselves known to her. A smile actually graced her
face. 
She sat still as I released her wrists from the chair. As her hands
came 
free, she put her legs down and stood. Briefly. With a cry of pain, she 
dropped to her knees against the tile. Sitting back and pulling her
sore 
feet up to see the damage the crop had inflicted. She grimaced, but
made 
no further complaint. She just wouldn't be walking for a while, but
there 
would be no lasting damage.

She sat quietly. I watched as circulation returned to various parts of
her
body. Her sitting as still as possible. Carefully shaking hands and feet
trying to get the circulation going with as little pain as possible. Her
face screwed up in tiny grimaces of pain as different parts of her body
complained. But she'd be alright.

She looked up at me standing by her. "Please master. Some food? Water?
I'll
do anything for you. For just a drop of water. Please your slave is
still
so thirsty."

I'll bet she was.

"Give me a moment."

Not really understanding why she couldn't have the water, tears began
to form,
but I watched as she willed them away. She silently turned back to
massaging
her legs trying to get the cramps out as I wandered over to the other
females.





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