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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. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is 
not an option. 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.

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 96 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I bent down on my knees. Cursing Jane's knots. I worked my fingers 
trying to release the bindings around Kara's ankles. It took some 
time, but I eventually managed to release her bare feet. Mindful of 
any possible kick. None were forthcoming. Yet.

I rose and touched her shoulder. The naked woman wordlessly dropped to 
her knees from her seat. I guided her towards Julie, ignoring her soft 
protests. Julie just watched in horror as Kara approached. Creeping 
forward on her knees. Hands still cuffed behind her. Her right hand 
was getting noticeably bluish from the tighter cuff.

I sat up on the desk and watched the older woman creep across the 
floor. Finally she sat back on her bare heels in front of Julie. She 
turned her head, her eyes tearing and pleaded with me.

"Please? Don't make me do this."

"If you prefer, I can whip your breasts for a while."

"Will that get me out of this?"

"No. I'll whip you until you beg to do it."

"Oh God." She turned her face up towards Julie. "Sweety, you heard 
what the other girls said. He'll do it. And I know that I'll break. No 
matter how much I try to be strong. He'll whip my tits. I. I'd be in 
pain, more in pain, and still doing this. Please try. For me?"

Julie nodded. Kara whispered to her. "Good girl. I can't do this 
alone. I don't do this for all my applicants."

She shuddered and lowered her head. Instinctively Julie tried to snap 
her legs closed, but the ropes held her bare body securely open on the 
chair. Tears were rolling down the girl's face but she closed her eyes 
and tried to concentrate on Kara's tongue. Probably, Jane or Christi 
had advised her to just pretend it was her boyfriend or something. I 
was surprised, after all the protests, I was fully expecting to have 
to crop at least one of them to convince them to make love. They 
continued, aware of my scrutiny of them, but trying to ignore it. 
Trying to get it over with. Perhaps it was useful letting them think 
about it beforehand.

Lost in her own private world, Julie had her eyes closed. Breathing 
harder and harder. Fantasizing. Bare breasts rising and falling. 
Faster and faster as her rate of breathing increased. Concentrating on 
the sensations of Kara's soft tongue flicking across her clitoris. 
Tracing her lips. Amy was kneeling watching in fascination at the sex 
in front of her. I thought even her lips were flushing, her nipples 
hardening. It was erotic. No matter who you were. No matter what 
gender.

Finally, Julie took a deep breath and cried out. Pulling desperately 
against the ropes binding her. Her soft cries filling the room. 
Struggling to catch her breath.

Julie spoke, as her breath returned. "Kara? I'm done. You can stop 
now."

Kara raised her head and looked at me. Instinctively knowing that she 
wasn't to stop until given permission. I nodded to her. Julie slumped 
against the ropes and sighed. Tears beginning to fall as she realized 
that she had just had oral sex with another woman. In front of other 
people. Naked and tied up like a slave. And she had managed to enjoy 
it. Her face flushed.

I walked over to Amy. Crouched down behind her. I stroked her hair and 
whispered in her ear. "You're next."

She shook her head wildly, her soft hair whipping across my face. I 
turned her head sideways, so she could see me. "Amy, sweetheart. One 
way or the other, you are next."

"Please no," she begged. "I'll do anything else. I'll let you whip me. 
You can rape me. Wouldn't that be more fun? You can tie me up. Gag me. 
I'll try to resist you. You can fuck me while I squirm. Please? I'll 
masturbate for you even. Just not another woman. Please? I hate that."

I stroked her hair again. "Kara? Feel like doing another one?"

"Oh God. Please no. Don't make me do it again. You can fuck me. I'll 
do it with Amy there. Together. Two women at once. Please."

I gently guided Amy's body down into my lap. Her cuffed hands pressing 
into my lower legs. I stroked her face. "Amy. Darling. Be a good girl. 
You know you don't want to be punished more than you already have 
managed to earn."

"Oh God. Alright. I'll try to enjoy it for you. Just don't get the 
tongue clamp out again. Please."

She melted back against me. Tried to relax.

"Kara?" She hadn't moved. Just watching in horror as Amy spread 
herself out.

Amy spoke up. "Please. Kara. You have to. I've been punished before. 
You don't want that. You'll be begging to lick me. Before he's even 
started. Remember the clothespins? That was nothing. Remember the 
slapping? That wasn't even a punishment. Come on. Come here? Please?"

Feeling her small nude body pressing down on me, I was reacting 
fiercely. And I was sure that she could feel it against her bare back. 
She closed her eyes.

Kara began her slow journey towards us on her knees. Hate flashing in 
her eyes as she stared at me. Not quite daring to make an escape 
attempt. Especially with her hands handcuffed tightly behind her. She 
arrived on her knees between Amy's outstretched legs. She glared at me 
sitting easily behind Amy, my arms wrapped around her, almost 
protectively.

I felt Amy swallow. "Kara? I know that you don't want to do this. I 
don't particularly want to do this either. But believe me, its better 
than being whipped. Nobody, least of all me, thinks you enjoy this or 
that you are a closet lesbian or something. You are being forced, 
honey. I'll be thinking about my boyfriend. Not you. If it makes you 
feel any better. As Christi says, it's just skin. Damn sensitive skin, 
but just skin."

"You aren't the one licking the skin."

"I know. But I still might have to. Depends on what he wants. I 
haven't had to tongue a girl yet, thank god. I don't even know if I 
could. But I've been tongued enough. And I know it's a hell of a lot 
better than being whipped. Trust me on that one."

Kara hesitated a bit but finally acquiesced, "I'll do it." She stared 
at me. "Will you let me go if I do a good job?"

"I'll let you go if she climaxes in five minutes."

"Really?" Suspicious. "And Julie?"

"And Julie. Your time is ticking away."

"Oh God." The nude woman practically dove between Amy's legs. I had a 
perfect view down Amy's bare body of the woman using her tongue. She 
didn't even bother teasing her; she just dove between the folds 
desperately searching for Amy's clit. Amy sighed as the tongue found 
her center and began stroking her. I could see Kara twirling her 
tongue around Amy's clit. Sucking gently on her. Amy had closed her 
eyes and her breathing had almost immediately began to quicken. 
Determined to help this woman escape my torments. Fantasizing about 
whoever her real boyfriend was. Determined to climax before five 
minutes were up. Struggling, trying to think of a man, rather than 
Kara between her legs. Pulling against her cuffs.

Her eyes still closed she whispered to me, "Please. My nipples? 
Please?"

I smiled to myself and let my hands idly stroke her bare breasts. She 
arched, trying to get more contact. Shivering. I slowly circled her 
erect nipples, feeling them tighten still further to my touches. She 
was breathing like a train, quick short breaths. Trying to concentrate 
on the sensations from the girl between her thighs and my wandering 
pinching fingers on her nipples. Trying to imagine it was her 
boyfriend and that she wasn't having sex with virtual strangers. 
Handcuffed.

She exploded in my lap. Her whole body tensing, grinding herself into 
Kara's tongue. Screaming. Her voice carrying through the entire store. 
Not caring who heard her. She spasmed and collapsed into my arms. 
Panting. Unable to speak. Kara, feeling the climax, raised her head 
from licking and sat back on her knees. Her face flushed, her breasts 
heaving. Pulling against her wrists. Tears forming, but not quite 
falling from her eyes. Working her tongue through her mouth, against 
her teeth. Trying to escape the taste of the other women.

I released the nipples and turned my left wrist. Glanced at the watch.

Amy saw the movement and craned her head to look at my face.

"Did. Did we make it?" she asked softly.

"Five minutes and sixteen seconds."

Her face fell. Tears almost brimming. All that fantasizing. All that 
effort. For nothing. Well, not quite for nothing. I watched as Kara's 
face collapsed. Her bare body shaking. Wanting to spring at me. Pound 
my face. Hurt me. Not believing that she'd failed after all that. By 
sixteen bloody seconds.

"Please," she begged. "I tried my best. At least let Julie go? 
Please?"

"I'll do better than that. You come up here and give Amy a big kiss 
and I'll let you both go. You were close. At least you tried."

Her face fell and then brightened. A kiss. After her adventures 
between the other's legs, a kiss should be simple. I watched her 
hesitate. Not quite sure of this. The sex had been, well, forced. 
Impersonal. She didn't have to see the woman she was licking. Not 
really. A kiss. She had to look at the other woman. It just seemed 
more intimate somehow. Kara made her way slowly up to Amy. Amy watched 
her face. The bound girl in my lap turned her face up to me.

"Please," she begged. "Don't make me do this."

"Amy. This woman has just licked you to orgasm and you have a problem 
with kissing her."

"I. That's just it. She was. Just. Licking me."

I laughed. "You've never tasted yourself?"

Amy blushed and nodded. "Ick."

"Personally, I think that a woman tastes wonderful down there."

"Please? I'll kiss Julie instead. I don't mind kissing another woman. 
Just. She's got me on her. And Julie." She grimaced. "Please?"

"I never knew you were so shy of yourself. You've never tasted your 
fingers after, you know, masturbating?"

"I. Never. Don't."

"You never masturbated?"

She shook her head.

To my surprise Kara spoke up. "You've never masturbated? I thought 
everyone did."

She shook her head again. Serious.

"That's alright. Please, Amy. I really really don't want to kiss you. 
No offense. But I have to. I just want out of this. Your pussy didn't 
taste that bad. And I'm sure it's faded off me by now. It's just a 
taste. Think of it like a strange new food. Please? For me? And Julie? 
You got gagged to try and help me before. You climaxed to help me. 
Just this one last thing. He'll make us do it anyway. Please?"

Amy closed her eyes and nodded. Turned back towards Kara's waiting 
lips.

Kara looked up at me. "Any particular type of kiss you want? You 
bastard?"

"I don't know. Open mouth. I want to see your tongues touch."

"Oh God."

She closed her eyes as well. Amy watched with fear on her face as Kara 
leaned down. Briefly opening her eyes to find Amy's lips and then 
closing them again as they pressed their lips together. Amy grimaced, 
but returned the kiss as best she could. I watched, fascinated, as 
their lips touched and traced each other. Finally opening and allowing 
the other's tongue to thrust into each other's mouth. They separated 
and let me see their tongues touch as they separated. Just the tips 
touching each other. Lingering. Almost intimate. Two females. Kissing. 
Kara rocked back on her bare heels.

"That okay?" Absolutely no warmth on either girl's face. It was a 
mechanical kiss but that was probably the best I was going to get out 
of them without punishment. And Amy was already getting punished 
later. She didn't know it yet, but she was.

I nodded. The girls visibly relaxed.

I concentrated on Kara and isolated her from the time continuum, 
releasing her body space from this timeline. Her body vanished and 
rematerialized behind her desk. I idly wondered what would happen if 
I'd been sitting there at the time. Her hands held an imaginary sheet 
of paper, Julie's application. I hadn't freed the entire room from 
time, so that would return as I did so. Her clothes had returned to 
her body. She sat frozen. Unaware of her timeless fate. Clothespins 
still strewn about the floor by her feet which were now encased in 
leather shoes.

I sat Amy up and released her wrists. I whispered to her, "Pick up our 
equipment and then wait outside."

She turned to me. "You are going to let Julie go as well, aren't you?"

I nodded. I just was going to talk to her again, before I did. Amy 
scrambled to her bare feet and began to pick up the bondage toys. The 
handcuffs, the gag, the clothespins from the floor.

While Amy quietly picked up the toys, I walked over and sat down on 
the floor in front of Julie. She flushed and pulled at her bonds, 
suddenly very aware of her vulnerability. Her nudity. Her restraints. 
The perfect view of her most private areas if I chose to look. No way 
to close her legs. I rested my arms on her bound knees and looked up 
at her face. She looked away. Her face flushing.

"You are a monster, you know?" she whispered.

"Didn't you have fun?"

"What the hell do you think? How would you like having to strip naked 
for some sick stranger? Tied up like some sort of animal? Threatened? 
Forced to have sex for their amusement? Shit. I forgot. You are the 
guy and I'm just a helpless female. Right? I don't count."

"Julie? Calm down. It was just a question. I'm not here to torment you 
any longer."

"It's hard. You know? I ache."

"I know, sweetheart. I'm going to let you go in a minute."

"What did you do to Kara?"

"You mean the Amy thing? Or the freezing thing?"

"She just vanished. And now, she's over there? I don't understand."

"I know. You don't have to understand."

Amy slipped out of the room. Softly closing the door behind her. 
Carrying the bondage equipment pack in her fingers.

"Those other women. Who were they?"

"That was Christi, Jane and Amy."

"You aren't going to let them go?"

"They interest me. I'll let them go eventually."

"They wouldn't help us. Kara really tried, you know. You can 
understand that. But even though they didn't seem particularly happy, 
they weren't unhappy either. And they seemed to be really frightened 
of you. You should treat them better. They are people you know. 
Females. But people. Like me."

"Christi and Jane are currently munching on their favourite snacks in 
the lunchroom. Perfectly comfortable. Perhaps not normal. A pair of 
nude women, handcuffed together. But reasonably comfortable. Compared 
to how they might be. Amy, I'm afraid deserves some punishment, but 
that will happen later. I'm being as kind to them at the moment as I 
possibly can."

"You care about them, don't you?"

"In a way."

"Not like us. Me and Kara. You didn't care what we felt like. How much 
we hated you."

"I was always intending on releasing you. I didn't have to care."

"Am I going to remember any of this? After you do that to me?" Julie 
indicated Kara sitting behind her desk.

I shook my head. "You won't remember a thing. I promise."

"I won't remember what you put me through? Stripping? Having sex? 
Sitting here tied to this chair talking to you?"

"Not a thing."

"I can understand why they don't mind being here, then. No 
responsibility. If you weren't so rough it might actually be fun. 
Being able to roam around without clothes. Not worrying about paying 
for anything. Not worrying about idiots. Not having to worry about 
enjoying sex. Or getting it."

I nodded. "It can be kind of peaceful. And I'm not that rough on them. 
Most of the time."

"You were rough on us."

"I know. But you won't remember a thing. No marks. No memories. You 
could have just let yourself go and enjoyed it."

"Easier said than done. You sit here, naked and let me torment you and 
see if you can let yourself go and enjoy it." She paused. "You'll 
remember. Won't you."

I nodded.

"Oh God. Then you could see me. Later. Walking down the street. 
Knowing what I looked like having sex with another woman. Tied to a 
chair. Open."

"Yup. And you won't have any idea why I'm smiling at you."

"Shit. I promise not to attack you. I couldn't possibly hurt you. 
Can't you at least untie me? Let me dress? Please?"

"Julie. I'm going to let you out in a second. Like Kara. It will take 
me longer to untie you than to just free you."

"Alright. I guess I've been in these damn ropes so long another few 
minutes aren't going to kill me. You've seen me anyway. Have a good 
look. Nobody but you is going to remember this. Right?"

"Nobody. Just you and me here. And even you aren't going to remember."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I don't believe that I'm going to tell you this. I. I didn't have 
that bad a time. If I'm not going to remember it anyway."

"What?"

"I didn't have that bad a time. I mean, I could have had a worse time 
here."

"You cooperated."

"Yeah. I don't think that Kara had much of a good time."

"I told you up front it would be easier to cooperate. She didn't have 
to go through all that. She would have still had to have sex with you, 
but she didn't have to be in pain."

She blushed furiously. "You know. I even. Liked. When you made her. 
Lick me. I haven't climaxed like that in a long time. I didn't fake 
it. I wasn't just fantasizing about some guy either. I did. At first. 
But I also was thinking about you watching me. Getting turned on by my 
humiliation. That I was helpless and naked. In a store office. And my 
interviewer, my female interviewer, was between my legs. Licking me. 
I'll probably never experience anything like that ever again. Will I? 
I can't believe I just told you that."

I smiled. "Doesn't mean you are a lesbian, you know." I almost 
laughed.

"I know. I was just frightened. I'm not scared anymore. I am glad that 
I'm not going to remember any of this, though. I can't believe I'm 
just sitting her, nude and bound, talking to you like this." She was 
blushing.

"Julie? It's been a pleasure meeting you."

"I wish I could say the same," she replied softly.

I grinned and stood up. I bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips. 
She stretched her bound body up as far as the ropes would allow her 
and returned the kiss. To my surprise. I wasn't expecting that.

"Good-bye," I whispered to the bound bare girl. "Good luck with your 
interview. Try not to call her Kara accidentally. And you'll make a 
damn fine astrophysicist some day. At least a really nice looking 
one."

"Good-bye." The bound bare beauty tossed her head one last time. 
Cascading her hair around her shoulders.

I narrowed the time bubble cast around her and the chair. They 
instantly popped out and back into existence. The ropes formerly 
holding her fell to the floor, still knotted. She reappeared in front 
of the desk. Still in her chair. But now reclothed. Her black 
pantyhose still looking alluring, even though I knew exactly what was 
underneath. Leaning forward in her chair, her left heel rising out of 
her shoe. Oblivious to my presence and what she had had to do for me.

I bent and picked up the ropes from the floor. I took one more glance 
at the women and slipped out the door. Shaking my head at Julie. Not 
quite understanding the female of the species.





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