Message-ID: <7242eli$9803251529@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 48) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980325031044.12627.rocketmail@send1d.yahoomail.com> 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 48 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) It seemed to me that she actually was more afraid of making love to herself than of having another woman touch her. Weird, but I guess it was probably a guilt thing. For her to touch herself sexually was probably distasteful to her. Age old daemons. Apart from that, it would feel like she was somehow participating in her own humiliation. If I forced Christi to have sex with her, it would be more my fault. She couldn't do anything about that. Less guilt. Or at least she could transfer the guilt more easily in her own mind. I leaned down and released her wrists from behind her back. She continued kneeling, not yet being able to get up to her damaged feet, and rubbed her wrists. She didn't know it yet, but she was going to need her hands. I decided to forgo making her use the vibrator. "Lie back." She lowered herself to the ground beside Christi. Legs together. Hands trying to cover her breasts. "Please. Whatever you want. Please." "Christi. Knees." "God. Please. I don't want to have sex with her. Please don't make me." "Christi, you know full well that it doesn't matter what you want." "Oh Christ. Please. I'll do anything. Whip me. I'll masturbate for you. Please. I'm not into girls. You know that. Oh God. Please not again." "Okay. You don't have to have sex with her." "Oh God. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you." Pure relief. "How about you just put these on her." I tossed Christi the nipple clamps. Same ones that had graced Jane's breasts as punishment a few days ago. Only then I'd intended them as punishment and had tightened them cruelly. Christi deftly caught the clamps between her cuffed hands. She managed not to drop them. She was getting better at doing things with her hands bound. "Oh God. These are going to hurt her." "I guess. Just don't tighten them down too much. I'm not punishing her yet." I remembered what she'd done to Kimberly's feet trying to please me. Better to be clear. I watched as Christi tried to gently move Kimberly's hands from her breasts. The frightened girl made the mistake of resisting. Moaning, "No. No. No. Oh please god. Don't hurt me any more." Christi bent down and whispered to the frightened woman. "Please Kimberly. If I don't put these on you he'll hurt you more. Probably punish me too. You don't want that do you? Please." "Wh-wh-what are they?" Kimberly didn't recognize the small clamps. "Honey, they're nipple clamps. They attach to your nipples. I won't tighten them too much. They shouldn't hurt you." "Not like the clothespins?" "No, Kimberly. These are adjustable. If I don't tighten them too much they will only be a bit uncomfortable. Nothing like those clothespins. Please. I don't want to be punished." After a bit of hesitation, Kimberly finally moved her hands from covering her bare breasts. Christi closed her eyes knowing that the clamps were going to be uncomfortable, but attached them anyway to Kimberly's erect nipples. Kimberly began to cry a little, but didn't complain. They certainly weren't tight enough to cause any significant discomfort. Compared to the cropping her feet had endured, this should be a cake-walk for her. "Why?" was all the tormented girl could ask. "Kimberly, honey. I wish I knew. He likes it. That's all. So we have to suffer for him. We can't do anything about it. Just do whatever he wants and it will be over soon. I promise." She bent down and brushed her lips on Kimberly's cheek. Comforting her. Kimberly looked beautiful lying there. Frightened. Shaking. Her nipples joined by the thin chain. I just sat and gazed at her nude body for a few minutes while she squirmed. Finally, my gaze got to her. "Please. What do you want? Please let me go." "Kimberly, you know what I want." "Oh God. Please no." "If I don't think you are trying, I will force Christi to tighten those things on your nipples until you are screaming. Understand?" "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Please. This isn't happening. Please don't make me do this." Christi leaned down to the girl. Somehow knowing what I wanted from the begging girl as well. "Kimberly, honey. It's a natural thing. Nothing to be ashamed of. It's your own body. If you can't touch it, who can? Close your eyes. Fantasize. Pretend nobody is here. Think about your boyfriend or something. Whatever. Just pretend you are in bed alone. Nobody around. You can do it. Nothing to be ashamed of. Okay? He's made me do it. It's alright. Just let your fingers do the walking. Believe me. Do you want your nipples any tighter? Please. I don't want to see you in any more pain. After everything you've been through this should be easy." Christi glanced up at me and mouthed "Bastard" at me. I watched as Kimberly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her right hand rose and she tentatively stroked the bottom of her left breast. Tracing up. Touching the clamp attached to her nipple. Touching the trapped nipple itself. Crying out at sensations that the touch provoked. Her left hand brushing through her pubic hair. Lightly touching herself. I have no idea what she was thinking about, but her breathing began to quicken as she spread her legs slightly. Christi was watching the display in fascination. She flushed as she realized that I had noticed her watching the other girl as well. Realized that I'd caught her imagining it was her masturbating in front of me. I had half a mind to get her doing the same thing. But decided that I'd rather just watch the one girl, for now. Kimberly finally opened her eyes and looked at me. Breaking whatever illusion she was in. Pleading in them. "Please. I can't do this. I don't know how." She closed her eyes again. "Please. If you want to punish me. Whip me or something. Hit my feet some more." Christi, her eyes widening at the words, leaned down to Kimberly again. "You don't know what you are saying. Please. He won't hit you anywhere that you want him to. He'll hit you where *he* wants to. He'll whip your boobs. Remember Jane? Don't you remember the paddle? You'll be begging to masturbate for him anyway. Damn it." She turned her gaze to me. "You bastard. Can't you see what you are doing to her?" I looked down at Kimberly. "Do you want me to whip your breasts?" The frightened girl shook her head. "Would it help if Christi did herself at the same time? So you weren't completely alone?" Another shake of the head. "Believe me, this is a whole lot more pleasant for you than other things I could come up with." Christi nodding her head emphatically, still kneeling beside the crying woman. At least in this torment, the girl actually could feel some pleasure instead of pure pain. "Please don't make me m-masturbate in front of you. God." "Why not? You were doing alright before you stopped." I decided to play along for a moment instead of punishing her. She flushed at my words. "I'm. I. Just can't. It's just so embarrassing." "And screaming as your breasts are whipped isn't?" "Oh God." "Listen," I decided to give the poor girl a break, "one way or the other you are going to do something I want to see. Either you can do this. Or I can tie you up and whip your breasts. I really recommend that you listen to Christi. Do this. Save yourself a lot of pain. I'm not really in the mood to hit you anyway." Tears brimming over her eyes, she again began to touch herself. Her left hand crept back between her legs. Eyes closing. Trying to shut out the audience. I crouched down beside Christi. "Give those clamps another half turn." She looked at me with big eyes. "But she's doing what you wanted. Please have some mercy on her." "She stopped, didn't she?" "Oh God." Christi began to whisper to the masturbating girl. "Kimberly, honey. God I hate this. I have to tighten those things because you stopped. I'm so sorry." She reached out and gently tightened the clamps about half a turn causing Kimberly to cry out softly. But she had learned her lesson. She didn't break stride, her fingers still trailing over her breasts and pussy. I watched in fascination as the girl masturbated herself. Her long fingers lightly tracing her body. Finally, slipping between her lower lips. Rubbing. Stroking. Searching out her clit. Circling it slowly. Finding her unique rhythm. Her hips rocking with her motion. By this point, I was sure that she had completely forgotten about her audience. Lost in her own touches. Finally, her hips rising off the floor. Crying out softly as her muscles tensed. Arching. Spasming. Climaxing. Her body falling back to the floor. Tears beginning to fall from her eyes as she realized what I'd made her do. Finally opening her eyes, looking at me. Broken. Beautiful. "Please," was all she managed to gasp out. I really wasn't sure what she wanted. I turned around to see what Jane was doing. Still kneeling where I'd placed her. Quietly watching. Hands still handcuffed behind her back. I motioned for her to join us. She had some trouble, but she managed to get to her bare feet and wander over. She looked a little more rested than previously. A little calmer. I quickly released her hands from behind her and recuffed them in front. I spoke to her. "We need more water. Fill this." I handed the thermos to her. She obediently nodded and disappeared. No questions asked. Probably glad to get away from the playground for a while. I turned back to Christi and Kimberly. Kimberly was quietly crying and Christi was just stroking her hair with her cuffed hands silently. Trying to comfort her, but not really knowing how. I left the women alone for a few minutes just sitting back and reviewing in my mind the woman masturbating for me. I debated having her do it again, but thought better of it. I doubted very much if she could manage to do it again, and I wasn't really in the mood to punish her. After a few minutes I spoke to her. "Kimberly. Knees." Christi touched her head in encouragement and Kimberly climbed to her knees. "Hands behind you." "Oh God. Please don't tie me up again." Her hands stealing behind her back knowing the cost of resistance. "Kimberly. It's just handcuffs. Won't hurt you. Promise. I just don't want you to be able to use your hands. Christi. Not too tight. Okay?" "Oh God. Why? What now? Please. I've done everything you wanted. Please let me go." I tossed the handcuffs to Christi who began to place them on Kimberly's wrists. Kimberly just hung her head. Resigned to the cuffs. Twisting her wrists. Testing them. Knowing she couldn't get out. "Please. Master. Please can a slave beg to have her nipples released. The clamps are hurting her." I was amazed. Even after all that she'd been through she was remembering the slave talk that Jane had taught to her. And she hadn't stumbled over any words. Not even Master. I had to be impressed. I crouched down to the kneeling girl and began to release the clamps. Her engorged nipples falling free of the bondage. She sighed. The clamps hadn't been on her long enough for her nipples to numb. Had they numbed, then it would have probably hurt a lot more to take them off her. "This slave thanks her Master," she said meekly. By this time, Jane had arrived. She knelt in front of me, offering up the water. Kimberly's eyes caught the thermos in her hands. "Oh please. Master. This slave is still thirsty. Please may she drink? Please?" There was no sense of contrivance in her voice. She had completely fallen into a slave role. Her mind, too tired or too broken to even feel any humiliation at her behaviour. Perhaps she was simply beginning to realize, like Jane, that this tone and humility usually got what the girl wanted. When you had nothing else to offer, you did what you had to, I guess. I did see Christi flush at the words though. A fellow female, completely broken. But she kept her tongue. "Jane. Give her some water. She deserves it." Kimberly's eyes began to regain some of their shine. Realizing that she was going to get what she wanted. Without a fight. Without any more begging. Probably for the first time today. Simple things. Jane, closed her eyes and tilted the thermos, filling her own mouth. I realized my mistake. She had assumed that I meant for her to give Kimberly the water in the same manner as before. I was actually impressed, though I wasn't going to tell Jane that. I thought that Kimberly could probably take the water normally now and hadn't meant for her to be humiliated further. But Jane wouldn't know that. Or why I hadn't allowed Kimberly water normally in the first place for that matter. I didn't feel it necessary to share all my reasons with the women. I smiled. Jane was only doing what she thought I wanted. I guess she'd had enough punishment for the day to take any chances on displeasing me. "Janey." She looked at me. Cheeks full. "Give her that mouthful. But I think that she can drink out of the bottle now. Don't you?" Jane closed her eyes, thinking she'd made a mistake. She nodded hoping that I wasn't going to punish her for presuming. I reached out and gave her long hair a stroke, reached down and gave her nipple a playful tweak. She almost lost the water in surprise. Still soft from her shower, hair and nipples. Even after all the activity today. I gave her a quick kiss on the distended cheek, almost causing her to swallow the water. Her eyes widened at the unexpected kindness; I was pretty sure that she thought she was going to be punished. The stroke to her hair and the quick kiss seemed to reassure the confused girl and she shuffled off on her knees to join Kimberly. Kissing her to exchange the fluid. Kimberly swallowing the water and gasping as Jane moved away. "Christi. Get her some food." Not having to be told twice, Christi scampered to her bare feet and collected some of the food, trying to pickup the more nutritious snacks. Jerky. That kind of thing. She returned with her bound hands as full as she could manage. Between the two girls, they managed to feed and water Kimberly. Kimberly simply kneeling and allowing herself to be fed. Relief evident on her face as she hungrily swallowed the food and water. When the water and the food were gone, Jane and Christi moved away from Kimberly. I just watched the interaction of the nude girls. Loving the way their bodies moved together. Struggling with the cuffs, but making the most of it. Their bare bodies flashing as they attended to whatever task occupied them. I was a little distance from the girls. Sitting on the chair. Relaxed. Simply watching them. Christi climbed to her bare feet, walked over and knelt quietly at my feet, face upturned toward me. "Can I ask you something?" "I guess. Slave talk will probably get it." I was in a good mood. She could probably get what she wanted even without slave talk if she tried hard enough. "You know I can't do that." "You have before." "Not by choice." "Alright. What can I do for ya?" I was pretty relaxed. "Return her." "Huh?" "You've put her through enough. Kimberly. God. Two days you left her here. Alone. I'm surprised she's sane. You've broken her. You've got us. You don't need her. Please let her go. For me?" she stuck out her lower lip in a pretend pout. "And what do I get out of it? Why should I care if she suffers here for another two days. Or dies here?" She took a deep breath. "You can do anything you want to me. Please." "Christi, Christi, Christi. When are you going to learn that I can do anything I want to you anyway." "What can I offer then?" Tears began to form in her eyes. "I'll do whatever you want. Willingly. I'll stand still while you whip me. Whatever you want. Oh God." "Christi. You don't know what you are saying." "Oh God. Please. She's not as strong as us. I'm begging you. Let her go? She's broken. You broke her. Please let her be. For me? I know I don't count for much. But please?" "Slave talk until I decide to let you go?" "Oh God. I'll try. Anything." I just looked at her. "Oh shit. Please. Uhhh. Please M-Master. I ... this sl-slave will try to remember to talk properly. Please have m-mercy on her," she struggled to wrap her mind around that manner of talking. I imagine it would be very hard to slip into the third person when referring to yourself. Combating years of referring to yourself as "I". She managed a passable job though. Jane was a lot better at it. But I had to give Christi credit for trying. I could see that she felt strongly about me letting Kimberly go. I was unsure what prompted this, but I could question her later. "It's okay Christi. I don't necessarily want you to talk like that all the time." "Thank God. I doubt if I could," she breathed in relief. "I would have been continually punished for slipping. What can I do then? Please? I feel so badly for her." "I don't know. That suggestion you made. Standing still while I whipped you sounded interesting." "Oh my God." "You didn't believe that you'd get off easy, did you? Do you take back the offer?" "Oh God. I guess not. Just let her go." The irony of this was that I was planning on letting Kimberly go anyway. But I wasn't about to tell this begging female that. The other women were completely oblivious to this exchange. Christi was talking in a hushed voice. Probably not wanting the other two to know that she was begging for Kimberly's release. "Let's just leave it that you will willingly submit yourself to a punishment of my choosing." "Oh God. Okay." "I'm going to hold you to it. You know you are making a deal with the devil." "I'll chance it. Fine. Just let her go?" She was nodding her head. I looked over at Kimberly and Jane. Jane was talking quietly to Kimberly. Couldn't tell what was being said. I concentrated on Kimberly. Isolating her body from her surroundings. Removing the space she occupied from the time continuum. Without warning she disappeared, mid sentence. Her tattered clothing disappearing before our eyes. The clothing that had been cut off of her body by Christi an eternity ago. Jane's startled "Oh" echoing around the quiet store. I don't think Jane had ever seen me return anyone before. Only slow things down which was not nearly as dramatic. I left the remaining girls kneeling in the center aisle and wandered over to the paint aisle. I glanced down it. Finding the young woman blissfully ignorant of how good she looked touching herself for me. Frozen again, fully clothed, reaching up for her can of paint. I walked over to the woman, this woman I knew so intimately. This woman who had screamed and begged for me. Ran a finger over her breast, pressing against her sweater. The same breast that had been kissed by the clamps not so long ago. At least in my time. The clamps that she'd never remember. Her feet back in her shoes. Undamaged. I kissed her frozen cheek, "Good-bye, sweet Kimberly. Sleep well." Without another look at my second girl, I walked back to the center of the store. The girls had already gathered up the stray handcuffs, ropes and toys and were quietly kneeling, waiting for me, sensing we were done here. I took their arms. Guiding them to their feet and leading them out of the hardware store and back outside. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |