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

Jane was still breathing raggedly, her bare breasts rising and falling
as
she lay quietly with her head cradled in Christi's bare lap. I quietly
marveled once again what a change had come over these women. Three days
ago, she wouldn't even have considered lying nude with her head in
another
nude woman's lap.

I crouched down and focused on Jane.

"You okay?"

She nodded. Not speaking.

"I'm going to give you a rest. Okay?"

Nodding again. The tears dried up. I smiled as she began to hiccup.

Christi spoke, "Please don't hurt her anymore. I don't think she can
take it.
You can hurt me if you need to hurt someone. Okay? She's had enough."

I looked at the girl. "I'll hurt her more if I want to. But I think I
had
better let her recover. You're right. She's been through enough."

I touched Jane's shoulder and she gamely struggled to her knees. She
tried,
but couldn't quite get to her feet. I could have helped her, but she
didn't
seem to want my assistance. I guess I wasn't surprised. She was a
willful one.

I walked over to a spot a little way from the other. Giving up getting
to her
feet, the bound girl shuffled across the tiles on her knees. I sat her
down
and stroked her hair.

"God. I've never felt anything like that," she whispered to me between
hiccups.

I pressed my finger to her lips. "Shhhh. We can talk about it later if
you
like." She nodded.

"I really don't want to punish you again. Okay?" She nodded her head.
"Please
stay right here. No matter what. Understand? Orders?"

"I'll behave. I've had enough for today." Resignedly.

I stroked her hair again and walked the short distance back to Christi
and
Kimberly.

Christi looked up at me with soft eyes. "Please. Haven't we done enough
already?"

"You don't even know what I'm going to do."

"I'm not going to like it. Whatever it is."

"Oh. I don't know. This shouldn't be so bad."

"What do you want me to do."

"Lie back."

"Huh?"

"Lie on you back. Hands above your head. Legs straight."

Confusion on her face. Expecting something else. Not quite trusting
me. Wonder
why?

I picked up another pair of handcuffs and pulled Kimberly's wrists
behind her
back. "You don't have to do that. I'll do whatever it is you want
without
the cuffs. Honest. Please."

"I know you will. But you look so damn good with those things on."

"But I don't like them."

"Doesn't matter."

"God."

I had figured out another way to get water into Kimberly such that she
wouldn't
be sick with it. I was quite sure that she was still dangerously
dehydrated.

"Christi. I want you to suck that gut in."

Christi was slender. A flat stomach. But I wanted a depression there.
She flushed but obediently flexed her stomach muscles and drew her
middle 
in even further. Stretched out as she was, she was a sight. Stomach
sucked in. 
Bare breasts thrust out. Chained hands reaching over her head, pulling
her 
breasts up attractively.

I poured as much water into the depression of her belly as would fit.
Filling
her belly button and the well formed by her body. She jumped at the
cold water
touching her skin, but managed to keep still enough that she didn't
lose any. 
Her breasts rising up and down rapidly as she took short shallow
breaths.

"Kimberly? Come here." She shuffled forward on her knees. Hands still
bound
behind her back.

"There's your water."

"Your kidding." Not understanding why I couldn't just give her it out
of the
flask. I didn't feel like explaining that I was actually doing her a
favour.
Christi's body warming the water for Kimberly. Kimberly not able to
gulp it
down. I actually was saving her a lot of discomfort.

"Do you want the water or not?"

Resigning herself, she bent herself at the waist and bent her head. Her
hair falling into the shallow puddle formed on Christi. She unable to
prevent it with her hands handcuffed the way they were. I watched as her
soft tongue snaked out of her delicate mouth and lapped the water. Like
a cat. But probably far less efficiently than the cat.

"Ladies?" Kimberly and Christi both looked up. "For every drop of
water on
the floor, one of you feels the crop. Understand?"

Christi immediately tensed her stomach muscles a little more. Deepening
the well. I wondered how long she would be able to keep that up. As
Kimberly
slowly lapped up the water, she eventually got to bare skin. Licking the
moisture from the skin. I noticed Christi's face beginning to tighten.

I crouched beside her.

"Anything wrong?" Thinking she was getting tired holding her stomach
in that
position.

"Please. I'm ticklish."

I could see the lines on her face were actually an attempt to control
laughter.
Oh. This was going to be fun.

"So you'd like to stop this, then?"

"Yes. Please. I don't know if I can stop from moving."

"You think that I'm going to stop this because you're ticklish?" A
mischievous
grin. Remembering Christi and Jane's antics from the morning I figured
that
this was almost justice.

Christi looked up and saw my grin. She closed her eyes trying to
ignore the
sensations from Kimberly's tongue on her skin. She opened her eyes
again and
groaned.

"I doubt it. Please have mercy on me. I can't do it."

"You can. You are doing fine."

"How much? How long?" A giggle escaped and she had trouble controlling
it.

"Until the flask is done."

"Oh my God. I'm not going to have skin left to hit."

I watched as the helpless girl tried to contain her impulse to squirm.
This
was going to be so much fun to watch. I poured some more water into her
depression. The deeper water allowed Kimberly to get at the water
without
touching Christi's skin. Christi relaxed a bit. But as the water level
lowered,
she fell into having to concentrate to avoid the sensations from the
lapping
tongue.

After the second "bowl" of water was nearly done, Kimberly looked up.
Afraid.

"Please Master. I've had enough." I knew what state of dehydration she
was
in. She definitely was still thirsty enough to drink the Pacific
Ocean. She
just didn't want to chance the punishment that came from dropping any of
the water. And she was well aware of the tickling problem.

I simply poured more water onto Christi and looked at Kimberly.

"Are you lying to me?"

She shook her head.

"You realize what the punishment is for lying don't you?"

Afraid. Shaking her head.

"Same as for dropping water. Now. Are you still thirsty?"

She closed her eyes, knowing I knew. She nodded slowly.

"Good girl. Now drink. I don't want to have a sick girl on my hands."

Crying a little, Kimberly bent back to her drinking. I pulled the chair
over and sat down watching the girls. Occasionally having to get up and
pour more water as Kimberly worked her way through the flask. Watching
Christi struggle with the sensations. She almost lost it twice. I could
see her stomach muscles quivering as she tried to ignore the tickling
sensations. Concentrating. It is beautiful to watch. A bare girl
concentrating.
You can actually see it through the whole of her being. Her eyes. Her
face.
Her whole body. Every muscle tenses. Quite erotic.

I almost regretted pouring the last of the thermos onto Christi. I
toyed with
the idea of stroking her underarms. Almost everyone is ticklish there.
Seeing if she could withstand that as well on her last trial. But I
relented and opted just to watch as Kimberly licked the last of the
water
off the tormented girl. I was nearly shocked that they had managed to
do it. Not a single drop of water had fallen off Christi, though there
had
been a couple of times that Kimberly had had to do some quick evasive
action to get her tongue to catch an errant drop as it dripped down
Christi's side. Usually just after Christi had squirmed under the
ticklish
tongue. But between the women, they managed it.

I was actually kind of glad. I wasn't particularly in the mood to
punish them.

Christi said in a small voice. "Please can I break?"

I assumed that she meant break position. "You can let your stomach
relax."

Relief. Pure relief. I watched as her stomach relaxed into a more normal
position. A last drop of water caught by Kimberly's tongue as it
rolled down 
Christi.

I let the women relax for a few minutes. Knowing that it must have
been really
hard to hold that position. Had to give her credit in the obedience
department
today.





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