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

I finished my lunch and rose from my seat. Christi almost immediately
began
to clear the table. Without me even asking her to do it. I touched her
arm.
Probably she was glad to have something to do.

"Christi. Let Elizabeth and Jane clean up. You cooked." I picked up a
large
kitchen knife. All three girls' eyes widened when they saw that. They
had
no idea how angry I was at Amy, and assumed the worst.

The other two jumped to their feet. Elizabeth watching longingly as she
had to dump Amy's breakfast. Leaving Jane and Elizabeth to their
tasks, I
guided Christi out into the living room.

She hesitated as I began to guide her towards the bedroom.

"Please. What did you do to her?"

"You'll find out."

"Please don't kill her. She doesn't deserve it. It could have been any
one
of us that snapped. She's just a girl. Her mind got away from her.
She'll
behave now. I'm sure of it."

"Will you guarantee it?"

Christi just gulped. She was already owing me from the Kimberly
episode. 
I couldn't see her risking herself for Amy.

"I didn't think so. Relax," I continued. "I'm just teaching her a
lesson."

"Oh God. I know what your lessons are like. How much pain is she in?"

"I imagine by now, her legs are probably screaming. Though she can't."

By this point we'd arrived at the bedroom door. Christi caught her
breath
as she was presented with the picture of Amy, straining at the ropes.
Head
tilted back. Trying to convince her thighs to take the strain off her
bound
tongue. Tears falling down her face. Panting. Trying to scream. Trying
to beg.

"Kneel." Christi fell to her knees.

I walked over to Amy's chair. I ran my finger along the arch of her bare
right foot. She jumped. Causing a scream to emerge from her tortured
mouth.

"eeeze," she was ready to beg. Bigtime. Pulling against the ropes.

"Amy? You want me to cut this cord?" I indicated the cord running from
her toes
to her tongue.

"Ahhhh," she tried to nod her head, but wasn't overly successful.

"No? You want me to hang some weights from your ankles?"

"og oooooooo," she wailed. Shaking her head as far as the tongue clamp
would
let her. I cruelly pressed on the top of her feet increasing the
pressure on
her thighs and tongue. I could feel the resistance and see the
tightening of
her tortured thighs. She screeched. "Ahhhhhhhh. o orre. o orre."

"Amy?" She just dully looked back at me. "Are you going to behave?"

"eth. asther. eth" I think she was trying to say "Yes, Master. Yes."
but it
was hard to tell.

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

"mmmm."

"I can leave you like this while I go out. Or you can submit to a breast
whipping. I'll give you a minute to decide."

This torment must have been exceptionally painful. Immediately, she
began to
beg. "i icking, eeeeze. o ore ag. eeeeeeze."

I bent down to where Christi was kneeling. "I'm going to go out for a
while
with Jane and Elizabeth. I haven't quite decided what to do with you."

"Oh God. Please. I'll be good. Leave me here."

"You are staying here."

"Free?" Hopeful.

"That's what I haven't decided. I'll tell you what. If you will
promise to
do something for me, then I'll leave you mostly unbound. Handcuffed in
front only. Okay? And I'll even let you wear a robe."

"You're kidding. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything to be
allowed
to wear something for a while. Please."

"Okay. Amy over there wants a breast whipping rather than the gag. At
least
I'm pretty sure that this is what she said." Out of the corner of my eye
I could see the girl trying to agree with me. "I'm going to give her the
initial one, but I'm guessing that Jane, Elizabeth and I will be out for
some time. The bad wench over there is going to need further correction
throughout the afternoon. Understand?"

"You want me to hit her while you are gone? Oh God."

"Will you? You don't have to. I won't punish you. However, if you
agree to
do it, and I find out that you didn't. Big trouble."

Christi gulped. She knew about big trouble. Amy was in it now.
Gurgling noises
from the chair vicinity. I had to get her out of that evil tie soon or
she
was going to rip her tongue out of her mouth as her thighs collapsed.

"What's the alternative?"

"I was thinking a nice tight hog-tie. I might gag you. You and Amy could
be a pair. But I suspect you'll be slightly more comfortable than Amy.
I'll
put you on the bed."

"Oh. Hog-tie with a robe?"

"You have to be joking."

"A girl can try. I guess I'll do what you want."

"Good girl."

I rose. I could see the strain on Amy's face. Her tongue was already
almost
stretched out of her mouth. The girl crying and trying her best to
control
the tremors in her straining legs.

"Amy?"

She tried to say something completely unintelligible.

"Did I understand you correctly. You'd rather have your breasts
whipped with
the riding crop than this?"

"ahhhhh."

Verbal interaction just wasn't going to work.

"Amy. I can't understand you." A quick look crossed her pain filled
face. One
of those then-take-this-gag-off-me-you-moron looks. "I want you to
wiggle
your left foot if you want the breast whipping."

Confusion crossed her face. Not a fair question. But she knew that she
was
going to have permanent damage to her tongue if she didn't do
something. She 
winced as she struggled to wiggle her left foot. The movement
transferring 
along the rope to her tongue.

"Amy. I'm going to whip you until I'm tired. And then Christi is going
to 
whip you twice every fifteen minutes while I'm gone. One blow has to
hit 
your nipples every fifteen minutes."

I heard a faint, "Oh God." from Christi's direction.

"Still want the breast whipping?"

She struggled with her pain, and then wiggled her left foot again.
Pulling
against her toes and her tongue. Panting.

I brought up the knife and in one swift movement severed the cord
connecting
her toes through the eyebolt to her tongue. Her tongue snapped back
into her
mouth audibly. She winced as the clamp connected with her teeth. She
cried out
as her feet hit the floor suddenly having their support released.
After the
initial pain, and uncramping of her thigh muscles, she sighed in relief.
She wiggled her tongue, wanting out of the clamp. I wasn't sure that I
wanted her out of that torture.

"You want out of this?" I lifted her tongue by the clamp.

She nodded vigorously.

"When is the next time you are going to disobey my orders?"

She shook her head. Pleading in her eyes.

"If I take that thing off you, will you behave?"

Nod.

"I'm going to hit you. You know that don't you?"

A nod. Fear in her eyes.

"And if I take this thing off you, I want you to thank me for the
whipping,
beg for the next stroke and count them off. Can you do that?"

Real fear. Not sure that she could do it, but wanting that tongue
clamp off
more. A hesitant nod.

"Will you give your father a blow job?"

Real fear. Tears springing to her eyes. Wanting her tongue out. I'm
sure it
hurt beyond my comprehension. But knowing that she just couldn't do
that to
get the evil thing off. She finally shook her head. Tears really
flowing. At
least she was honest. The girl still hadn't learned that I could make
her
do it, if I wanted to. So refusing to do anything was next to useless.
Might
as well say yes early and save yourself pain. But she refused, not
knowing
any better. I took it to mean that she wouldn't do that to save
herself the 
tongue pain. Provided she had a choice. In this case she did. I wasn't
interested in making her have sex with her father. At least not yet. I
could always force her to do it later if I wanted.

I reached forward and began to loosen the restraint on her tongue.
After it
fell free, she ever so slowly retracted her sore tongue into her mouth. 
Letting her saliva moisten the bruised organ.

"Fank-you," she mumbled/lisped. Squirming in the ropes. Especially the
bare
feet. Probably uncomfortable with the toe cord.

"Keep in mind that I can put it back on you if you don't do everything
I ask."

She just nodded in misery.

I retrieved the riding crop from the dresser. Christi's eyes opened.
She was
wondering how much the poor girl was going to be able to take. I was
wondering
the same thing. I'd put her through a lot for so early in the morning.
For her
anyway.

I looked at the girl. She looked like she was in shell shock. Working
her
tongue around her mouth. Still crying a little; pulling at her
restraints.





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