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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
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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.
I'd like to thank Rowan for her excellent feedback and commentary on
the
story thus far. She's now putting her talents into proof-reading the
story, and for this I'm appreciative. Hopefully, this will help keep
the
story lines lively, interesting and entertaining.
If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.
- crimson
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Chapter 94 - Time Out Of Time
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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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Once outside the office, I quickly connected leashes to their throat
collars.
"You didn't have to slap her that hard, you know." Christi spoke to me
as we made our way out of the employee area and back down the stairs.
Tugging a bit against the leash.
"She was not being obedient."
"She's new. She doesn't even know what is expected of her. You didn't
even tell her why you were slapping her. Torturing her."
"She figured it out."
"Sometimes you are such a bastard."
I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her. Jane stopped as well,
gazing at us. We'd almost made it to the bottom of the stairs. The
cuffed blonde in front of me was shaking a bit. I couldn't tell if it
was anger or fright.
"Christi. Do you want to be the next one being slapped?"
She paled. Suddenly really frightened. I couldn't blame her.
"No sir. Please. I'm sorry. Truly I am," she managed to get out
shakily. "You don't have to hurt me."
"I don't want to hear anymore about how I'm treating them. I'm not in
the mood to put up with it. Alright?"
Tears had begun to form in Christi's eyes and she clamped her mouth
shut and nodded slowly. Not understanding. Frightened. Jane looked
like she was about to say something but decided not to. Her mouth set
in a grim line.
I opened the door and let the girls walk out into the store again.
They padded out and stood waiting for me to join them. I walked them
along the back of the store, and finally down the aisle leading to the
front of the store. As we approached, Kathleen and Nicole both stared
at us. Not quite believing that I was leading a pair of nude women by
their throats, their hands in handcuffs down the store aisle towards
them. Along the way, I picked up some broom handles as we passed.
Kathleen found her tongue first. "Oh God. Is that our fate too?"
Christi and Jane just sank to their knees on the store tiles. Keeping
their mouths shut. I walked over to the bound cashiers.
"Kathleen, that isn't your fate. I promise you. We are just going to
have some fun and then I'll release you. If you cooperate."
"By fun, you mean rape. And I let you tie me up. I have been
cooperating. I thought that you weren't going to hurt us. Why should I
believe that you'll let us go after raping us."
Nicole was almost incoherent in fright. Tears running down her pretty
face.
"You can't. But I can't keep you like I'm keeping them."
"Why not?"
Jane spoke from her kneeling position on the floor. "Honey. You'll end
up doing what he wants anyway. Trust me. It doesn't much matter if
he's telling the truth or not. I've been with him long enough to know
that it is always just better to cooperate with him."
"Who are you?" Kathleen asked the naked kneeling girl.
"I'm Jane. And I have no idea if he's even going to punish me for
talking to you. I'm frightened like hell, and I just don't want to see
you hurt more than necessary. Please. Just listen to him."
Kathleen nodded. "You'll let us go after you've had your fun?"
I nodded. "I can't keep you."
She looked a bit confused, but didn't question it again. "If I
willingly have sex with you, will you let Nicole go? Spare her at
least?"
"I can take whatever I want from you. And from her."
The first tears began to form in her eyes. "I swear. I'll give you the
best time of your life. I don't. Have much experience, but I'll make
it up in effort. I'll try my best. You won't regret it. Please." She
tried to move towards me, but the tether stopped her short.
"Kathleen. You don't really want to do that."
"Of course, I don't. But I don't have much else to bargain with, now
do I?"
I picked up the scissors from the pack. Kathleen's face went ashen.
Her mouth moved, but no sound came out.
"Oh God. You know I'll do whatever you want. Please. Don't hurt us. I
don't want to die," she finally managed to gasp out. She thought that
I was going to use the scissors on her body.
"Relax. You'll be fine if you don't move. I'm just going to relieve
you of those pretty uniforms."
"You are going to cut our clothes off. You don't have to do that. I'll
take them off if you just release me for a moment. I'll let you tie me
back up. Please."
I ignored her and moved to her bound body. She aimed a kick at me, but
her body was stretched upwards by the ropes and she wasn't able to get
it to land with any force. Just glanced harmlessly off my hip.
I stepped towards her. Cutting off any further kicks. I grabbed her
lower jaw and held her face. Staring into her frightened eyes.
"Kathleen, you don't want to do this. You don't want to resist. Listen
to Jane," I hissed.
"You are going to rape me anyway. What the hell do I have to lose?"
"This." I slapped her hard across the face. Her head rocked to the
side and involuntary tears formed in her eyes. Defiance burned in
them. She struggled not to cry out.
"I don't care. Slap me all you want. I'll still kick you whenever you
give me a chance. And god help you if you ever let me out of these."
Meaning the handcuffs.
"Kathleen. Honey. I'm not going to slap you. I just wanted you to feel
how much it hurts. I know you can take it. I just wanted you to know
that for every kick you aim at me, Nicole gets a slap like the one I
just gave you. Understand?"
"You are a bastard."
"Now, you are going to let me cut your clothes off, right?"
She nodded. Hate burning in her eyes.
I slipped the sharp shears into the throat of her uniform. She
shuddered at the touch of the cold steel against her bare skin. In one
quick motion I tore the material down her front. I snipped out the
straps of her bra, cutting it between her breasts. A few more cuts and
the garments lay crumpled on the floor. I stepped back. She was well
built. High firm breasts. Small nipples becoming erect at their
exposure. She was shaking, but still managed to glare at me. Probably
beginning to feel more vulnerable being topless.
I repeated the procedure on Nicole. Nicole was far more cooperative.
Just standing still while her top was removed. Same build. Almost the
same nipples.
I walked back to Christi and Jane. I crouched and released their
hands. They remained on their knees idly rubbing their wrists. Afraid
to speak.
"Jane. I know you don't want to do it, but I want you to tie their
feet apart. To those broomsticks."
Without a word, Jane scrambled to her feet and obeyed. Taking some
rope from the pack and approaching the girls. Whispering to Kathleen.
Trying to calm her. Both girls allowed the spreaders on their ankles
without need of coaxing. Jane was pretty persuasive when she had to
be.
She returned and knelt back beside Christi.
"Now. Both of you. I want to hear them scream."
Christi spoke up. "Please don't make us do this. They'll do whatever
you want."
"Christi. Honey. What I want is to hear them scream."
"They'll have sex with you if you want. Wouldn't that be better than
making us make them scream?"
"Perhaps after they've screamed."
"You don't have to do this."
"I know."
"But you can. What's up with you today? You are scaring me. Scaring
the hell out of everyone," Christi finally broke down and raged a
little at me.
"Not sure. Just do what I ask, and you can avoid punishment."
"Yes sir," Christi's face fell, not understanding, but knowing that
she couldn't take the punishment that I would give her for disobeying.
I reached into the pack and withdrew the crop and a small stranded
whip I'd picked up in the adult store before snatching Jane. Their
eyes widened at the sight of the implements.
Jane moaned. "I. I don't think I can."
"Janey. You have to. I want to see them both across the breasts."
"They aren't ready for it. They can't. I can't."
"Remember what this feels like across your breasts? Want to feel it
again? I'm in the mood."
"If it will get me out of hitting them. They. Don't deserve it. They
haven't done anything but obey you."
"Jane. Listen to me. I know that you can take the pain. And that you'd
gladly let me whip you until you passed out to avoid this. But
eventually you'd break. I'd make you beg to whip them to make it stop.
Believe me. It won't get you out of it. Remember Amy?"
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You bastard. Which one
do I have to hit?"
"Nicole. Christi, you get Kathleen."
"Why? What did they do to deserve a breast cropping?" Christi tried to
reason with me.
"Nothing. I just want to see it."
"Hit me instead. I deserve it more than they do. They're just
frightened girls trying to do what you want. It's not fair," Christi
choked out the offer.
"Christi. Darling. I'm going to hurt them, and then just return them.
They won't remember a thing. Remember the time thing? I wouldn't do
this to them if I was going to keep them."
The two nude girls nodded. Not quite understanding why I was making
them do this, but realizing that the other women's pain would be
temporary at least.
I settled myself to the floor to watch. Kathleen's eyes widened as she
watched Christi and Jane approach with the whips.
She questioned them silently, begging with her eyes for them to
release her.
"Please. What are you going to do to us?" she finally asked.
Jane closed her eyes.
"Kathleen. Honey. He's going to make us hurt you. A lot."
"Oh God. Please. I haven't done anything. Please just let us go. I.
I'm not good with pain."
"I'm so sorry. I tried everything to make him not do this to you. I
even offered myself in your place. He wants to hear you scream. I
don't know why."
"You are going to whip us? God. How can you do that?"
"I. I don't have a choice. He'll. Punish me if I don't. And
eventually, I'll do it anyway. Please don't make it harder than it
already is."
Jane moved towards Kathleen and hugged her fiercely. I could hear her
soft voice whispering. "Kathleen. It's going to hurt. A lot. Don't
hold back. Just scream your heart out. It helps."
"You've been whipped?"
"Yes."
The girls separated.
"I really don't want to do this. But. I just have no choice," Christi
spoke to the bound woman in front of her.
"I know."
"You ready?"
Kathleen nodded her head. Bracing herself.
Christi stepped forward with the crop. I heard her whisper, either to
herself or Kathleen, "Forgive me."
I heard the whistle of the crop through the air. Watched as the tip
crashed heavily into Kathleen's chest. Catching her just above the
nipples. A red line appearing immediately. Her bare breasts dancing on
her chest. The look of complete shock on her face as she realized that
she really wasn't ready for this kind of pain. Her mouth opened and
cried out her pain in one long sound.
"Aiiieieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," she screamed wonderfully.
I heard the smaller whip land on Nicole's breasts. She followed her
cousin's wail of despair as the pain settled into her body.
Kathleen was crying and pulling at her bound feet and hands. Jane had
closed her eyes. Wobbly on her bare feet. Looking decidedly sick about
this.
Christi let another fall onto the still crying girl. Kathleen tensed
and cried out again.
"Aiiiieeeeee. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Please no more. It hurts. Mercy. I'll
do whatever you want. Please."
Nicole was simply hysterical as her breasts were caught again by
Jane's strands. She was already broken. Screaming incoherently and
crying. Sagging against her handcuffs, pulling Kathleen's arms up
painfully through the tether. Not even having the energy to beg.
Kathleen began to beg. "Please. Whoever you are. God. You have tits.
You know what this feels like. Please no more. I'm begging you. I
can't take it."
Christi closed her eyes, bring the crop down against the bound woman's
nipples.
She arched backwards and her mouth opened in a soundless scream.
Incoherent. Tears falling unheeded down her face. Struggling against
the steel and the ropes holding her body helpless.
She finally caught her breath. Crying.
"God. Please. Stop. No more. I can't take any more. If you have to hit
me hit me somewhere else. Not the tits. You are going to kill me.
Please," she whispered. "I'm going to pass out if you hit me again."
Christi closed her eyes and raised her bare arm again. Having to hit
her until I told her to stop. I watched as Jane whipped Nicole's
breasts again. The girl arched with the blow and screamed. But her
voice was already getting hoarse. Her eyes were closed and she would
pass out with another blow. Both girls. I could tell.
"Hold." I spoke to the nude women. I rose to my feet and approached
Christi.
"Thank God," she whispered. "She was going to pass out. You fucking
bastard. Are you fucking happy?"
Kathleen was slumped in her bonds, hanging from her wrists. Breathing
heavily, sobbing at the pain radiating from her chest. I ignored
Christi and stood by Kathleen.
"Had enough?"
"Good Christ," she gasped out. "You have no fucking idea how much this
hurts. I want to die."
"You won't die."
"Please. No more. I'll do anything you want. I would have before. You
don't have to keep hitting me. Please."
"So, you don't want any more crops to your breasts?"
"Please. I'm going to pass out. I almost did on the last one. What do
you want from me? I'll fuck you. I'll let you do anything to me.
Anything. You can have me anyway you want me. Just. Stop. Hitting. Me.
And Nicole. Please."
"How about your pussy?"
"You can have sex with me. I don't care."
"I meant, instead of your breasts."
"You want to hit me between the legs? Good God. Why? Please no more."
I turned to Christi. "Cut her pants off."
Christi just looked at me. "You can't be serious. She'll faint. If you
don't destroy her forever."
"Forever isn't very long for her."
"Please. Don't kill me. I swear. I'll be your sex slave forever. I
don't want to die." Kathleen interrupted. Probably misinterpreting my
forever isn't very long for her comment. Christi had begun to cut the
green uniform pants from Kathleen's body. Her long legs were exposed.
Her bound feet still encased in white socks and running shoes. Christi
took a deep breath and cut the panties off Kathleen in two quick
strokes. Kathleen shuddered and begged quietly.
Jane had walked over and put her small hand on my shoulder. She
whispered in my ear.
"Please. I'll take her place. You can whip me between my legs."
I turned to her. "Whip?"
She handed it to me.
"Will you stand still while I do it?"
Tears had sprung into her eyes. She slowly spread her legs apart, bare
feet gripping the tile. She held her hands easily behind her back. She
nodded. Tears running down her cheeks. Waiting for the pain. She
closed her eyes.
I casually flicked the strands up between Kathleen's bare legs. She
was intently watching, expecting me to hit Jane instead. Her head
rocked back and her screech echoed around the store.
"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. It hurts. Please not another one. I'll do
anything. Argh. No. No. No. No. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. Shit. Please. Whip
my tits. Not my pussy anymore. Oh God. I'm going to die. I can't take
this. Please. Oh God. Please. The pain."
Jane stood in her stance. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Knowing that
she failed. And not being able to look.
I knelt down. There were faint red marks running across Kathleen's
thighs, her lips and through her light pubic hair. She was moaning and
trying to ease the terrible pain. I hadn't even hit her very hard.
Still not really knowing how hard I could hit her without causing
damage. It didn't look like any strands had penetrated the protection
of her outer lips.
I let her rest. Jane had returned to her feet. "You are such a
bastard."
All the girls were in pain. I didn't pay any mind to the name calling.
Finally, Kathleen turned her red eyes towards me. Pleading. A hurt
expression on her tear streaked face.
"Please?" she whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please stop hitting me. I swear I'll do whatever you want. I don't
even know what you want."
"What if I told you I wanted you to orgasm for me?"
"I'll masturbate for you. I'll fuck myself. I swear it. Just let my
hands free. I'll do it however you want me. On my knees? On my back? I
don't care."
"What if I had Christi rub you instead?"
"You'll stop whipping me? Having them whip me?"
"For now."
"Yes. I'll do my best to climax for you. I can't believe I'm doing
this."
"Christi? Care to give your tongue a work out?"
"Not really."
I turned to her. The blonde woman was standing there crying. Shaking.
"Come on," said a little more gently. "After she climaxes, I'll let
them both go."
"You promise?"
I nodded. I fully intended to let the girls go after this. I'd just
about gotten as much out of them as I could. Without one of them going
insane.
"Don't hit her while I'm doing this. Okay? She'll pass out. Please, I
don't want to be punished for not being fast enough. Please?"
I nodded again. I'd lay off Kathleen. She did look like she couldn't
take much more. She seemed to have a low pain tolerance. The only
reason the girl hadn't passed out was sheer will power which simply
wasn't going to last much longer. Jane would have been able to take
three times as much before she even started to beg.
Christi sank to her knees in front of Kathleen. I saw Kathleen try to
close her legs instinctively. Tears running down her face.
Christi gazed up at the frightened girl above her.
"Kathleen? Honey? I don't want to do this any more than you want it
done to you. He's not going to hurt you while I'm down here. You just
try and relax and enjoy it. Okay?"
"It's okay. I understand. I'll do my best to hurry."
Christi's head tilted up and she ran her tongue down the lips in front
of her. Spreading them with her fingers. I watched as her tongue
darted inside and flicked at Kathleen's clitoris. Within moments,
Kathleen was pressing her bound body into Christi's mouth and tongue.
Flushing. Within minutes, she had tensed, holding her breath, and
climaxed heavily. The fastest that I'd ever seen a woman climax.
Especially a woman in pain. Her pussy had to still be tender from my
kisses with the whip.
Christi rocked back on her bare heels. A self satisfied smile on her
lips. Working her tongue back and forth. Happy that she hadn't had to
spend a half hour between the other girl's legs.
"You getting better at that?" I asked her.
She blushed. "Maybe. But she was really wet. Didn't take much."
Kathleen blushed bright red in her bonds. I idly wondered if she just
liked girls, or whether she was yet another one that got excited by
the pain.
I walked up to Kathleen. "You alright?"
"No. I hurt like I've been run over by a truck. Are you going to let
us go now? Please? Haven't I done enough for you?"
"I don't know. Weren't you going to fuck me?"
"I will. If it will get me closer to getting out of here. God my tits
hurt."
"Christi. Jane. Come here."
The nude women padded over. I reached up and released Kathleen's right
wrist. She immediately dropped her hand to her bare breasts. Cradling
them. Tears still falling down her face. I placed Christi's left wrist
into the cuff I'd just released. I released Kathleen's left wrist and
placed Jane's right hand into it. Christi and Jane stood quietly with
their arms extended above them. Wondering what I was up to.
"I have to cuff you," I spoke a little more gently to Kathleen.
Kathleen, with an effort, held her arms out in front of her. I was
surprised that she was even able to stand. I gently turned her around.
Slipping the cuffs on her behind her back. She kicked off her shoes,
using her toes. Not bothering with the socks. I had no idea why sh'
had done that. Anticipating getting raped, perhaps she thought she'd
be more comfortable without her shoes.
I guided her off to the side. Her stocking feet swishing ahead of me.
A little distance from Nicole, Jane and Christi, I stopped her.
She looked into my eyes. Tears still falling down her face.
"Please. I don't want to do this."
"That's alright. I won't force you to. I can put you back on the
tether line. I can always have sex, whenever I want. I don't have to
force you."
"Are you going to hurt me more, if I choose to go back? Are you going
to hurt me until I have sex with you?"
"No."
"You'll just leave me alone?" Her face registered incomprehension. At
last, her eyes lit up with understanding. "You'll hurt Nicole until I
have sex with you?"
"I won't hurt her anymore either. I told you. Jane or Christi are
there if I need release."
"I said I'd fuck you and I will. I don't go back on my promises. If
you want it, I'm here." She looked at me defiantly. Her hands pulling
at the cuffs behind her.
"Kathleen. Sweetheart. You can go back on this one. I just whipped the
hell out of you. Forced you into lesbian acts. Hurt you. Threatened
you. You would have said anything to make it stop."
"I would have done anything to avoid it in the first place. You didn't
have to whip me," she said accusingly.
"I know. You are a smart girl."
"Why did you whip me?"
"Because I enjoyed it."
"You enjoyed me hurting? Screaming?"
"Yes. I enjoyed watching you naked and squirming and begging."
"At least it wasn't for nothing," she remarked caustically. "Why? Why
does hurting a defenseless, vulnerable girl turn you on?"
"I don't know. Just in my nature."
"Is it possible to like being hurt? And abused?" she asked quietly.
"I think so. But I imagine it's rare. Christi said you were ready for
her."
"You mean the sex afterwards?"
"Yeah."
"I was wet."
"Why?"
"Maybe my body just reacted to the pain. Found some way of turning it
into something more pleasurable. I didn't like the whipping if that is
what you are thinking. I'd even fuck you to avoid it again. Please.
Just fuck me and get it over with."
"How about Christi?"
"She's very attractive. You want me to do her as well?"
"You don't mind sex with girls." A statement.
"Not really. I liked it then. I climaxed. It wasn't a fake. But I was
pretty screwed up. The pain. It still hurts. I've never been with a
girl before, if that's what you are asking. I just want this to end.
Please." This girl had regained her calm. Almost distant. Distancing
herself from the things happening to her.
One mystery solved. In the very least she was bisexual. And not
embarrassed about it.
"Come on. I'll take you back. Release you."
"You don't want sex?"
"Sure I do. But you really don't. I'll get my relief later."
"Thank you. I would have fucked you, you know. Even without the cuffs
and the threats." She rattled the chain behind her. "I promised and I
would have. I wouldn't have tried to kill you until after we'd
finished." She actually managed to flash me a smile.
I led her back to the tether. I reached up and released Christi and
Jane. They both wore big expressions of confusion. Not having a clue
what had just happened. Not understanding why I hadn't forced her to
have sex with me. I wasn't quite sure why I hadn't either.
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