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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 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.





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