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

Without warning, I brought the crop down across Amy's inviting
breasts. She
cried out softly, and tried to move her body. Her bare feet pushing at
the
ground. The chair holding her steady. The ropes around her torso holding
her so she couldn't even move her breasts an inch. The blow through the 
sweater and the underlying bra couldn't have been very severe.

I looked at the woman for a moment. Finally turned to Christi, still
kneeling
on the floor.

"Christi?"

"Yes sir," came the reluctant reply.

"Wasn't Amy supposed to do something?"

"Oh God. She had to count and beg for the next."

Amy clued in. "Oh God. I'm sorry. Please don't punish me. Oh God. One.
You've
hit me once. Oh God. Please."

"Shush." I spoke sharply to Amy, and surprised she snapped her mouth
shut.

I turned back to Christi.

"I was almost sure that she had agreed to do that to be free of the
tongue
thing. Do you think I should put that back on her?"

"Oh God. Please no. I'll behave. I'll count. I'll beg. I'll do
whatever you
want. Not the tongue. God, that hurt." Amy resumed her begging from
the chair.

I turned to the begging girl. "Didn't I tell you to hush? This
discussion
doesn't concern you."

Amy looked frightened. The expression on her frightened face said, "Whoa
there. It's my tongue you're talking about. It concerns me." But she
obeyed.
Having to struggle not to beg further.

"Christi?"

"Oh God. Don't ask me. Please. I. I don't know the right answer.
Please."

"Doesn't she deserve to get the tongue clamp back?"

Amy moaned but managed to keep quiet.

Christi, tears brimming in her eyes replied, "I guess so."

I nodded. "I think she deserves it as well."

I turned to Amy. "What do you think, wench?"

"Oh God. Can I talk?"

I nodded.

"Please. Don't punish me. Oh God. I'll do what you want. I just
forgot. It
wasn't that I was resisting. Honest. Please have mercy. I just forgot."

"Amy. Relax."

"Oh please. What are you going to do to me. Not the tongue thing.
Please. I
can't take that any more. It hurts. Oh god."

"Amy. Do you think you deserve to have this back on you?" I picked up
the
discarded clamp.

"Oh God. Please no."

"Do you deserve it?"

"No. I'll be good. I swear it. I'll count and beg like you want. Just
don't
put that on me." A light went on in her head. "How can I count and beg
if
you put that on me? You want to hear me scream and beg, don't you?"

The girl had a good point there.

"Okay. I'll give you a choice again."

"Not again."

"You have the option. I can put up with you screaming through this
thing.
So I'll give you a choice. We can give you the whipping without the
benefit
of the sweater. Or you can have the tongue clip back."

"What kind of choice is that? I hurt more either way."

"Yup. Should have remembered your deal, I guess."

"Oh God."

"Which or I'll choose."

Actually the girl hadn't lost anything. Unless she chose the tongue
clamp.
I was going to bare her chest as I went anyway.

"Oh God. Not the tongue thing. It hurts too much."

"So you want me to hit you without your sweater?"

"Oh my God."

"Tell me."

"Please don't make me do this." I just looked at her. "Oh God.
Alright. I want
you to hit me without my sweater in the way. Please don't put the
tongue thing
on me. Please."

I picked back up the knife. I watched as Amy tried to shy away.
Something about
being completely helpless and having someone with a knife approaching
you.

I reached towards her chest and gathered the material at her right
breast and
pulled it away from her. With the knife I cut a ragged hole in the
material of
her sweater. She gasped as her bra encased breast became visible
through the
hole. Her nipple was clearly visible through the bra. I traced it with
my
finger.

I put down the knife across her thighs. She'd have to be a little
cautious
how much she moved or it would get knocked off, with the resulting
danger of
it hitting her bare feet on the way down.

I picked back up the crop. Amy braced herself for the blow. I brought
the
instrument down across both breasts. The sweater taking a good portion
of
the blow across her left breast, but the bra providing little protection
for her right one.

"Ahhhhhhhh. God. That hurts. Please no more. God please no more."

The pain, must have jolted her memory again. No count. No begging for
the
next one. No thank-you.

Without even consulting with the girls, I gathered up the knife and
repeated
the sweater trick on her left breast. Now, there was no real
protection for
either breast. Just the satin of her bra. Amy's eyes widened as she
watched
me remove the fabric from her left breast as well. Her eye's
questioning until
it dawned on her.

"Oh God. I'm sorry. I. Christ. Two. It hurt so much. Oh God. It hurt.
Please
no more. You have no idea how much that thing hurts."

I turned to Christi. "Christi, can you go get a glass of water, cold,
from
the kitchenette? And tell those other two that after they finish
cleaning
up to cuff themselves and wait for me on their knees in the living
area."

I saw a questioning look flash over Christi's face. She was probably
wondering
what the heck I wanted with a glass of cold water. But she kept her
opinions
to herself. Maybe I was just thirsty.

"Amy. Darling. You have to remember to count or this will just keep
getting
worse. And, don't forget the thank-you and the begging for the next
one. I
know it's hard, but it is part of your punishment. You know this."

"Oh Christ, it hurts. You are such a bastard."

"Wasn't it your mouth that got you into this chair in the first place?"

"God, I'm sorry. Truly. I'll be good. Please. God, I wish I'd just eaten
that damn cereal. Damn."

Without warning, I brought the crop down across her breasts again. I
don't
think it hit the nipples but she certainly screamed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh. God. Two. I mean three. Oh god. Christ. My tits. That.
Fucking.
Hurts." She managed to gasp out. Her chest heaving in the ropes.

Christi had just returned with the glass of water.

"Amy. Amy. Amy."

"Oh God. What have I done now? Please have mercy on me."

"Don't you remember what else you are supposed to do?"

"Oh Christ. No. My mind. It's just the pain. Please."

Christi spoke up. "Amy. Honey. Please try to remember. Thank him as
well. And
beg for the next one. I can't watch this."

"Oh God. Please. I can't do that. Please don't make me thank you for
this. It
hurts so fucking much. Oh God."

I picked up the glass of water. Tested it with my finger. Freezing cold.
I casually tossed the water against her chest. Amy screamed as the
cold water
hit her bra enclosed breasts. Soaking the remaining sweater. The shock
of the 
cold water surprising her more than hurting her. Her nipples instantly
became 
more erect. Poking through the now sheer fabric of her bra. Almost in
the 
same motion I brought the crop down on her breasts again. This time
the blow 
was magnified by the wet fabric covering her breasts. I ensured that
this
blow caught at least one of those perky nipples.

"Oh Jesus. My tits. Oh my God." She was gasping for breath. Crying out
her
pain. "OWOWOWOWOOWOWO. Ohhhh. God. Four. I think that's four. Oh
Jesus. No
more. The pain." Her breasts heavily despite the close restraint. "Oh
God.
I can't do this. Thank-you. Oh my God. I can't do this."

"Amy, I'll cut off the rest of the bra."

"You will anyway, you bastard."

"Probably. Eventually. But I won't put that tongue thing back on you
unless
you can't follow orders."

"Oh God. You bastard, son-of-a-bitch. Please hit me again. Hit my tits
again."

"If you insist."

I brought the crop down again against both orbs. Amy screamed again.
Begging
and pleading for mercy. Finally remembering.

"F-four. I mean five. Please don't punish me any more. I'm sorry. I'll
never
do it again. I'll do anything you want. No more on my poor tits. God it
hurts. Oh God. Thank-you. Oh please. Hit me again. Please god let him
get
tired of this. Please don't hit me."

Again across the nipples.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. God. Christ. Fuck. Shit. Hell. I can't take
any more.
You're going to damage me forever. Oh God it hurts. My tits. Please no
more.
Six. Oh my god that was only six. Thank-you, you fucked up bastard. My
poor
tits. Please no more. Oh God. I can't. Please, hit me again. I can't
take it,
but hit me again. You bastard."

I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, stopping her babbling. She,
not
being able to do anything else, returned the kiss.

"Oh God. Please stop hitting me. I'll do anything you want. I'll never
talk
back again. I'll strip, happily for you. I'll crawl forever. You can
hang
me upside down and crop my ass. I'll fuck you. I'll do anything. Just no
more on my tits. You can even put that tongue thing on me. God. It
didn't
hurt this much. God."

"You'll give your father a blow job?"

"Gladly. Please no more."

She must have been in some serious pain. Jane has been the only girl
that has
been able to take more blows to her breasts. And probably only because
of the
masochistic side effects of the punishment. I decided that this was as
far as
I could take Amy without her just falling into insanity. Or passing
out. And
I didn't want to take this that far.

I kissed her again. She kissed back. Anything not to feel the crop on
her
chest again.

"Amy. I'm not going to make you do your father. Not now anyway."

"Oh God. Thank God."

I reached forward and cut out a good portion of the still wet fabric of
her bra cups. Exposing the bare skin of her breasts. Goosebumps and red
welts. Interesting combination. I ran the knife carefully over her erect
nipples. Amy watched with fear in her eyes, trying to shrink back away
from
the blade. Crying out as the sharp edge touched her exposed nipples.
But I
was careful not to cut her.

"Please no more. My poor tits can't take any more."

"You realize that I could cut these things off if I wanted." I traced
the
nipple with my index finger. She shuddered and turned very pale.

"Oh God. Please. Hit me again if you have to. Don't cut me. Oh God."

"You know that I could make you beg me to cut your nipples? Don't you?"

"Oh God. Yes. Please. God."

"Where would you like me to hit you, instead?"

"My thighs. My stomach. My face. The bottom of my feet." She lifted
her legs
at this suggestion. "My ass. My back. Anything but my tits. No more.
Please."

"Amy. Relax. I'm not going to hit you again. You've got a fifteen minute
respite and then Christi is going to hit you. Not as hard as I did. One
on the nipples and one somewhere else. Her discretion. If you can
convince her
to hit you somewhere else for the second blow, that's fine. You don't
have to
count or beg her, unless I'm around. Okay?"

"Oh God. Please no more. I've learned my lesson."

I was pretty sure she had, but this afternoon was still going to be
memorable.
We'd make sure that she never forgot it.






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