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

I gave the girls some time to relax. More for Christi's benefit than
Kimberly's.

Finally I walked over to where Kimberly was kneeling and crouched down
to
speak to her.

"You feel better?"

"A little." Wary.

"Thirsty?"

She shyly nodded. Knowing it wouldn't do any good to lie. Two thermos
of water
simply wasn't enough to satisfy that deep thirst one gets without
water for
any extended period.

"Hungry?"

She really nodded this time. Eyes flicking over to the pile of candy
bars
that Christi had gathered from the front of the store. Pulling at the
handcuffs. I actually heard her stomach rumble.

I walked over to the pile of candy and selected a chocolate bar. Oh
Henry
or something similar. I unwrapped it as I approached the girl. Hope
shining
in her eyes. An evil thought occurred to me. 

I approached the helpless girl and had her open her mouth. Thinking
that she
was going to be allowed to eat, she dropped her jaw.

"Kimberly. I want you to listen." She nodded, mouth still open. "I
want you
to hold this in your teeth. Understand?" Not quite understanding, she
nodded
anyway. I placed the very end of the chocolate bar between her teeth.
She,
with a pleading look, closed her lower jaw gently, gripping the candy
with
her teeth. Lips held back. This had to be driving her nuts. Having the
food
in her mouth and not being allowed to eat it. Her stomach rumbling
again. Tears
in her eyes. I watched as her tongue just touched the end of the candy
between
her teeth and retreated.

"Christi. Knees."

Christi struggled to her knees and moved over to us.

"Yes?" she asked wearily.

"You feel like candy?"

"Please no. Give it to Kimberly. I ate already."

"You sure that you don't want it?"

"Oh God. What are you going to do to us ... me ... if I don't?"

"Christi. Eat the chocolate. Okay?"

"Please don't make me do that. She's so hungry. I can hear her belly
from
here. You bastard." But by now she knew it was useless. She shuffled
forward
on her knees and reached out with her mouth. Carefully biting off a
small
bit of the chocolate and swallowing.

She looked at Kimberly on her knees. Crying in frustration. I heard
Christi
whisper. "God. Please. I'm sorry. He'll let you eat eventually. He's
just
tormenting you. Just do whatever it is he wants. Okay?" Kimberly
nodded as 
Christi took another bite of the chocolate. Christi's eyes began to
brim with
tears as she was forced to torment the other woman.

Finally, a lot of pleading and begging later, Christi finally finished
the
chocolate bar. Easing the last piece from between Kimberly's teeth.
Kimberly
crying as the last of the food disappeared, literally from between her
teeth.
Closing her mouth. I let the tormented woman cried herself out.

"Please. Master. Mercy. I ... your sl-slave is so hungry. She'll do
anything to
eat something. You have so much over there. Please spare something for
your
slave. Oh my God. Please. I'll beg for you. Please. What do you want
from me?
Please can't I eat? Please. Hungry." The taste of the candy probably
driving 
her.

"What will you do for me?"

"Anything you want. I'll fuck you. You can rape me. I'll give you a
blowjob.
I'll crawl for you. You can tie me up forever. Whip me. I don't care.
Just 
some food for me. Please. I feel faint. My stomach hurts. Please."

"Would you make love to Christi?"

I saw Christi shudder. She opened her mouth to say something but
clapped it
shut with a look from me.

Kimberly considered. "You can make me do it anyway. Please. I'll make
love to
her. Please."

Begging for candy. The poor girl was in tears. I actually believed
that she
would do nearly anything for more food and water. I couldn't imagine how
hungry she was.

"Would you walk to the other side of the store and back?"

She looked down at her bare feet behind her kneeling form. Tears brimmed
again in her eyes, but she fought them off. "Please, my feet. I'll
try. I
swear I will. Please don't make me do that. I'll crawl for you. I'll try
to walk. Please, I'm so hungry."

"Would you masturbate for me?"

"I don't ... I've never ... Yes ... I could try. Please. I haven't done 
anything to you. Why?"

"Would you kill for me?"

That stopped her. Her eyes widened as the implications sunk in.
"Please. You
wouldn't make me do that. I can't. Oh my God. Please. I'll do anything
else.
You can have me." She thrust her chest out invitingly. "Please. God. I
can't 
kill someone. Oh God."

She was falling a little too far into hysteria. I had no intention of
making
her kill anyone. I was just testing how hungry she actually was. I
reassured 
the now shaking girl.

"Kimberly. Listen to me. I won't make you kill anyone. Okay?"

She managed to stop her crying. Struggling to get her emotions under
control.
Probably in sheer relief that I wasn't going to make her kill anyone.

"Yes sir. Please. I'm so hungry. What do you want from me? I'll give it
to you. Gladly."

"Alright."

"Alright?" she was suddenly confused.

"I'll let you have a couple of chocolate bars."

"What do I have to do?" She knew that they weren't going to come free.

"Hold on."

I turned back to Christi who paled. Knowing that she was somehow going
to
be involved in this twisted game of mine.

"Please. I haven't done anything wrong. Whatever it is, please don't
make
me do it."

I pressed gently on her shoulders lowering her to the ground. Without a
word I positioned her back on the tile. Raising her cuffed hands above
her
head again. Gently spreading her legs. I could see the resignation in
her
eyes. She held the position I put her in, knowing that to break it would
mean punishment and probably just being tied into the position anyway.

I walked over to the pile of chocolate bars and selected three. Oh
Henry's.
I walked back to the girls, unwrapping the first one as I approached.
The
girls watching me warily. Not knowing what was about to happen, but
pretty
sure they weren't going to like it.

I unwrapped the second bar while they watched. Christi closed her eyes
as
I knelt beside her. I simply placed the first chocolate bar between her
heaving breasts. She was frightened. I could tell by her breathing. I'm 
not sure why. She had certainly been in worse places than this. The
second 
chocolate bar I ran through her pubic hair. She whined. Having a bad
feeling 
where it was going to end up.

"Please no," she begged.

I carefully and very gently inserted it into her. She moaned, but at
least
she wasn't completely dry. The chocolate bar slipped into her
relatively 
easily. I left a good portion of it protruding from the shaking girl.

Kimberly was shaking her head. I suspect not as eager to eat any longer.

"Kimberly, you are going to have to eat them both anyway. If there
aren't
any complaints, I'll feed you the last one. No strings attached.
Okay?" I
tried the reward system, rather than the punishment system this time.

That was enough for her. She stumbled forward on her knees and bent to
the first chocolate bar. Nestling up between Christi's bare breasts.
Nibbling
at the chocolate. Sighing. I doubt if it mattered much to her what the
plate
was. She must have been absolutely famished. She managed to finish the 
chocolate bar fairly quickly. Without her hands, she did make a bit of
a 
mess. Melted chocolate all over Christi's chest. Smearing her own face.

I watched as she took a deep breath and moved slowly between Christi's
outspread thighs. 

It was a little much for Christi. "Please don't make her do this. How
can you
make her do this?" But she didn't break her position. She gasped as
Kimberly
took the first tentative bite of the chocolate. Christi squirmed at the
sensations. Kimberly's hot breath on her. The chocolate phallus moving
inside
of her. Kimberly must have been exceptionally hungry. Or eager to get
the
task over with. She grimaced at the taste a bit, but she managed to eat
the entire chocolate from Christi's pussy. Reasonably quickly. No
voiced 
complaints.

Finally she knelt up and fixed me with her large eyes.

"Please, sir, can I 'ave some more?"

I almost laughed at the contrived cockney accent. Despite her plight,
she
actually smiled as she realized that I was trying to control my face.
Trying
not to laugh at her. I was amazed that this woman was able to make any
kind
of joke considering what I'd just put her through. The female will
always
astound me, I suspect. Their spirit was damn near unbreakable.

I unwrapped the third chocolate bar. With her still kneeling between
Christi's
outstretched legs, I slowly fed her. She taking the treat and slowly
savouring it. I'll bet it tasted far better than any other she'd had in
her life. She looked at me with longing eyes as she took the last bite
into her mouth. Savouring it. Begging with her eyes for more. Not much
of
a meal after waiting for two days. Not quite daring to ask for more,
though.

I glanced at Christi. Not much liking the smears of chocolate across her
naked chest.

"Okay girls. Kimberly. I want you to clean up that mess you made."

"Mess? Sir?"

I pointed at Christi's chest. Kimberly rattled her handcuffs. Making the
point that she couldn't clean it up without her hands. I just looked at
her. Realization dawned on her face.

"Please no. Haven't we done enough?"

I just gazed at her. She broke under the steady gaze, knowing to
resist meant
pain. She worked her way around to Christi, who still lay in the same
position
as I'd placed her. Kimberly, a last entreaty in her eyes, bent to her
task.
Her tongue tracing between Christi's bare breasts. Lapping at the
smears of
chocolate. I couldn't imagine that this was a particularly hard task.
But I
guess she was finally beginning to feel human again. Some food in her.
Not
dying of thirst. Realizing the picture this presented. Her nude,
kneeling,
cleaning another woman's chest with her tongue. She flushed, but did a 
passable job. Christi was going to need another shower after this
anyway. 
But that didn't bother me.

After Kimberly thought she was done, she raised her head. Smart enough
to
ask me if she could stop.

"One on each nipple."

"But there's no chocolate there. Please."

"Does that matter?"

"No sir," she muttered. With a bit of hesitation, she bent her head and
ran her tongue quickly around each nipple. Christi, not instructed to
enjoy
it, just cringed a bit. After what she had had to perform on Jane, I'm
not
really sure what the hesitation was about. Personally, if I was a
woman, I
suspect that after tonguing a stranger's pussy, using my tongue on a
nipple
would be a piece of cake. But what did I know? I still couldn't figure
out
even the women that I had almost completely under my control.

Kimberly straightened. Pleading with me. "Please sir. She's clean."

I inspected Christi's chest, running my fingers idly over her wet
nipples.
She flushed and gasped at the touch of my fingers on her body.

I nodded to Kimberly. Christi was clean enough for me. She let her
breath 
out and relaxed a bit on her knees.

I wandered over to the toy bag. I picked up the nipple clamps and one of
the vibrators that Christi had picked up from the adult store in the
mall.
Both girls watched me with dread in their eyes.

As I approached, Kimberly spoke. "Please what are you going to do with
us?"

"Kimberly. Remember when you were begging for food?"

She nodded.

"Are you still hungry?"

She considered. She could probably make out alright for a while without
anything. The chocolate making a small dent in the pressing hunger
that she
had felt previously. She could wait; especially, if it involved nipple 
clamps and/or vibrators to get more food. She carefully shook her head.

"Kimberly?"

She sighed. Knowing I knew she was still hungry. Three chocolate bars in
two days. She had to be ravenous still. She resigned herself and just
nodded 
her head. Eyes downcast. Still silent.

"You remember what you said you'd do to get some food? And water?"

"Oh God. Please. Haven't I done enough? Why are you torturing me? What
did I ever do to you? Please. Don't make me do anything else. Please."

"What did you promise to do?"

"Oh God." Trying to remember. "I. I can't. I was hungry. Please. I don't
remember."

"Try."

"Oh God. I. I can't. Oh God. I think I said I'd make love to Christi.
Please
don't make me do that. Please."

"What else."

"I. You wanted me to walk. Please no. My feet still hurt. I don't
think I
could stand. Oh God. Please."

"Anything else?"

Her brow furrowed as she concentrated. "I. You wanted me to kill
someone. 
I can't do that. You know that."

I just looked at her. Realization dawned on her face.

"You want to rape me." Monotone.

"Kimberly. If I was going to rape you I'd have done it long ago."

Her face screwed up. Searching her memory. "Oh God. You wanted me to
masturbate
for you. Please no. I've never done it. I don't. I can't. I don't know
how.
Please don't make me do that."

"Would you rather have Christi do it?"

"Please?" I doubt if she knew what I meant. Confused.

"Would you rather have Christi make love to you?"

Christi, still outstretched on the floor, moaned. Wildly shaking her
head. 
I'd really been having fun forcing Christi to do women. I knew she
hated 
it, too. Of all the things I made that woman do, I think she hated
making 
love to another woman most. I would have thought that she'd be getting
used 
to it by now. But she hadn't.

Kimberly closed her eyes. "God. I can't. Please don't make me do it.
Please."





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