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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-consensual 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.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- crimson


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Chapter 111 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Truthfully, between the syrup play and this punishment, I was more 
than ready to take advantage of Jane's offer. I knew that she'd gladly 
have sex with me, and it wouldn't be entirely forced. Tempting as it 
was, I wanted to finish this first.

I looked back up at the girls as my right hand strayed to stroke 
gently at Sheila's hair as she knelt quietly beside me. Jane's tears 
had stopped reasonably quickly and she stood resigned that she was 
going to have to endure whatever I had planned. At least she wasn't 
blindfolded or forced to stand feet wide as Elizabeth was. I'd even 
allowed her to keep her dress for the moment, though it was pulled 
down revealing her breasts. But in her current position, there wasn't 
much she could do about that.

Elizabeth stood in her bonds and cried quietly, not even aware of 
where I was, or if I was watching her. She twisted her trapped wrists 
occasionally, testing her tether, desperately wanting out of this.

After a few minutes, Elizabeth shifted a bit, turning her head towards 
where she thought I was.

"M-master?" she inquired a bit to my left.

"What can I do for you?" I asked her innocently. Her head reoriented 
on my voice and she spoke more towards me, her ears guiding her.

"My arms hurt."

"They're supposed to."

"Please let me down. I'll do whatever you want. I promise. I'll be 
good."

"I still have more planned for your defenseless little body."

"Please. I've learned my lesson. I'll do what you want. I'll beg you 
if you want."

"I want you to beg. For your next punishment."

"Please no."

"Elizabeth?"

"Alright. What are you going to do to me?"

"You and Jane."

"Me and Jane," she hung her head obscuring my view of her bare breasts 
with her hair.

"Just beg me to continue your punishment."

"Oh God." She swallowed, a flush rising over her entire body. "Um. 
Th-this slave ... I can't do this. Please."

"For every moment you procrastinate, I double the amount of time you 
and Jane spend here."

"Oh God. I'm sorry. This slave begs for her punishment. Please do 
whatever you are going to us. Please?"

"Do you deserve your punishment?"

She stopped. She brought her head back up as if to look at me. I could 
tell by the set of her mouth that she didn't know what she was 
supposed to say. Truth, or what she thought I wanted to hear.

"This slave doesn't know. Does she deserve punishment?"

"Weren't you ever taught not to answer a question with a question?" I 
tormented the nude bound woman.

"Oh God. I don't know. Please."

"Do you deserve punishment?"

She took a deep breath. I could see her bare body shaking as she 
struggled to find the right answer. She finally whispered, "Yes. This 
slave deserves her correction." Her voice picked up speed, "Please, 
Master, but Jane doesn't. Please let her go."

I walked over to her silently and crouched in front of her. I traced 
my finger down her cheek gently. Not expecting the touch, she jumped, 
putting more strain on her bound arms and moaning. She carefully 
placed herself back into her bent position and murmured, "This slave 
is sorry for moving. You can touch me."

"Startled you?"

"Please. I can't see. Please don't punish me. You can touch me 
wherever you want. Face. Tits. Ass. Legs. Anything. I wasn't trying 
to resist. Please."

I kissed her cheek and spoke gently to her. "I know. Relax. I 
understand."

"Thank-you," she mumbled as she hung in her position. I noticed her 
toes curling as she fought down her humiliation.

I sat on the floor in front of her and simply looked over her tight 
body. She was straining against her bonds, moaning as she felt the 
aches settle further into her muscles. I waited for her to speak 
again.

"Sir? Are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"Please. What are you going to do to us? This hurts. Is this my 
punishment? To stand here like this?"

"Not all of it."

"Oh God. Please. You don't need to hit me. I've learned what I'm 
supposed to. I'll never disobey again. It doesn't matter if I want to 
do something or not, I'll just do it."

"Fair enough. But I want to make sure you won't forget it."

"I won't. I swear it."

I rose to my feet and padded back to the chair. I crouched by Sheila 
and whispered a few instructions to her.

"Please no. You have no idea how much that thing hurts."

"You're right, I don't. But I'm not going to subject them to a lot of 
it."

"Oh God."

"I just need for you to get it. I won't make you use it."

"Promise?"

"I promise. You can sit back and watch."

"Please don't use it on them. Please?"

I shook my head and Sheila finally hung her head in resignation, 
knowing that I'd just force her to endure it as well. I was perfectly 
capable of getting it myself and tying her as Jane and Elizabeth were. 
She realized that it could be her in the bonds just as easily as Jane. 
She'd gladly switch places, I was sure, but there was little point to 
having both of them endure the punishment.

Sheila rose to her bare feet and began to slowly walk towards the 
closet again. Tears were falling gently from her eyes as she realized 
the torment I was about to inflict on the two defenseless women. She'd 
endured it before, though not by my hand.

Jane twisted in her ropes to watch as Sheila walked slowly to the 
closet. I saw her swallow heavily as Sheila emerged carrying the small 
black box and two silver probes in her hands. Draped over her right 
arm was a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a long silver 
chain and a roll of tape. Sheila knelt and laid them all at my feet on 
the carpet, shuddering.

Jane spoke quietly from her bonds.

"Please no. I've seen that thing work. Oh God. We'll do anything at 
all for you. You don't have to do this."

"What is it, Jane?" Elizabeth spoke quietly, relying on the other to 
see for her.

Jane looked at me seeking permission to answer. I nodded. I wanted 
Elizabeth to know.

"Oh God. Elizabeth. It's some sort of electronic toy. I don't know how 
it works. But I've seen it used. On the guy that was in here before 
us." Tears began to fall from Jane's eyes. "It. It shocks you I guess. 
>From the inside. And he passed out. Screaming."

"Oh God," Elizabeth mumbled.

Jane looked back at me. "Please don't do this to us."

"What if I was only going to do it to Elizabeth?"

"You said that whatever you did to her, you'd do to me too. Please. 
I'm begging you." Jane began to pull a bit at her bonds. Fright was 
evident in her face. "That thing could kill us."

I smiled at her. "Janey, sweety. It isn't going to kill you."

"You won't turn it up?"

"Only if you do something to deserve it."

"It'll hurt us, though."

"Isn't that the point of punishment?"

"Please. We haven't done anything to deserve this. I'm scared. 
Please."

I rose off the chair and picked up one of the silver probes and 
approached Jane. She tried to back away, but the rope holding her 
wrists up prevented her from going far. She only really succeeded in 
increasing the strain on her arms. She moaned.

"Where are you going to put that thing?" she asked in fear, her eyes 
glued to the probe.

"In you."

"Oh God. Please no. I'll do anything. I'll crawl. I'll masturbate for 
you. I'll fuck you. Anything you want."

"Where would you like it? The way I see it, you have two choices."

"Please no."

"Alright, I'll choose for you."

"No."

"Sheila, I'm going to need some lubricant."

I watched as Sheila got to her feet.

"I'm wet. I swear I am. You don't need lubricant. Please don't put 
that thing in me."

"I suspect you'll need lubricant."

Jane's face clouded until she realized where the thing was going if 
she didn't do something about it.

"Oh God. No. Not there. I'll do anything. Don't do this to me. I'm 
begging you. Let me go. I'll kneel for you. I'll kiss your feet. 
Anything."

"I gave you a choice."

"Please. I'll choose. Not my ass. I can't take that."

"You will if I tell you to."

"Please no. I. This slave begs you to put it in her pussy instead. Oh 
God. Please."

I nodded to Sheila who knelt back down.

I knelt under Jane's bent form and slowly ran the probe up under her 
dress, tracing up her bare legs. Still crying, she spread her legs a 
little, accepting finally that she was going to get violated with this 
thing, like it or not. If she resisted she'd just be put in more pain 
that she couldn't stop until she agreed to have the thing in her. The 
probe wasn't all that wide, which surprised me considering it's 
primary use was as a punishment. Jane groaned, but easily took the 
cylinder into herself. Using a small strip of tape, I secured the 
intruder into her so that she wouldn't involuntarily expel it.

I retreated from her. She had hung her head, her brunette hair hanging 
limply around her face, hiding her tears.

"Please. Oh God. Please. I don't want it in me. I'll do whatever you 
want. Please, you don't need to do this," she begged quietly.

I ignored her pleas and crouched in front of Elizabeth. I removed her 
blindfold, wanting her to see the probe I had.

She blinked furiously in the sudden light and finally registered the 
probe in my hand.

"Oh God. No. Please no."

"Your choice where it goes."

Jane whispered shakily from her position, "Elizabeth. Choose. Don't 
let him choose for you. Be glad he's allowing you to choose."

She looked at me, tears beginning to form again in her eyes.

"Oh Christ. My vagina. Please, I don't want it at all. Oh God. 
Please."

I walked around behind her and let my finger trace through her lips. 
She shuddered at the touch and instinctively tried to close her legs. 
The cuffs held her ankles securely apart. She wasn't as lubricated as 
Jane, but she wasn't completely dry either.

"Do you want me to lubricate this for you?" I asked the vulnerable 
girl.

"Am I wet?"

"You can't tell?"

"Not really. I'm scared. Please don't do this."

I thought that she was probably moist enough that it wouldn't hurt her 
overly to insert the probe. Spreading her lips a little, I slipped the 
probe between her legs. It met some resistance, but it may just have 
been her natural tightening at the unwanted intrusion. She groaned and 
cried out as she was violated, begging piteously all the time. I taped 
the silver contraption inside of her and walked back to the chair.

I picked up the nipple clamps and chain from the floor and approached 
Jane.

"What now? Please don't do this. You have no idea what this is going 
to do to us." She'd managed to control her tears again, squirming in 
her ropes probably trying to dislodge the probe inside of her.

"I do know that in order to have you both feel it, you have to be 
connected, electrically."

"Oh God," Jane spoke quietly as she realized how that connection was 
going to be made. As I carefully slipped the clamp around her erect 
nipple, she cried out as it tightened. This wasn't as bad as the time 
I'd forced her to walk from the mall, nor nearly as painful as the 
crop against her, but I'm sure it was uncomfortable.

"Please take it off. I. I'll do anything at all."

"I know you will, Janey. It's just for a little while. You can do it."

"You wouldn't be so sure if you were standing here, tied up and nearly 
naked."

I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "You'll be fine. Just look 
forward to the nice rest you get after this."

She fought back her fright and tears and stood motionless, trying to 
control her breathing.

Without even speaking to her, and ignoring her pleas, I did the same 
to Elizabeth's exposed breast, only I tightened the clamp a little 
more than on Jane. After all, Elizabeth was really the one being 
punished, here. She screamed as the clamp bit down on her, trying to 
twist away from the burning in her nipple, but her feet and wrists 
held her more or less still for me. She finally held herself as still 
as possible, moaning. The chain stretched between the girls, well off 
the floor. I smiled as I realized that any motion of one girl would 
transmit to the nipple of the other through the connection. By 
Elizabeth and Jane's postures, I'm pretty sure that they realized it 
as well.

I quickly connected the wiring up to the girls' probes and ran the 
wire back so that I could sit in the chair and watch them. I plugged 
in the unit and twisted the setting knob to its lowest level. I had no 
interest in frying them, only making them uncomfortable for a while.

"Please. Master? This slave begs to speak. Please?" Jane spoke quietly 
from her restraints. She looked like she was braced and accepting that 
she was going to have to experience this, but wanted to give one more 
attempt at avoiding the pain she knew was on its way.

"What is it Jane?" My finger was playing with the glowing button 
which, when pressed, was going to provide them with plenty of 
distraction.

"Oh God. This slave begs you not to press that button. She's afraid."

"I know you are, sweety."

"Then why? Elizabeth didn't do anything to deserve this much. Are you 
just playing with us?"

She was a bright girl. I wasn't just doing this to punish them. 
Elizabeth's infraction perhaps warranted being bound for an afternoon, 
and perhaps a light spanking until she begged to make love to Amy. Not 
this. And both girls probably knew it. I was playing. I hadn't played 
with the girls for a while, and I needed to remind them of their 
place, and their lack of freedom. I'd been too lax with them, and I 
suspected that they'd forgotten that they could be punished whenever I 
chose. It sort of served a dual purpose.

"Yes, Jane. I'm playing with you," I admitted. "Elizabeth didn't cause 
all of this."

"Oh God. That makes more sense, at least."

"That helps you?"

"A little. I don't know why."

I did. They didn't want to think that small infractions were going to 
result in this kind of over-reaction. And truthfully, I didn't want 
them thinking that either. It wasn't true, and there was no need to 
have them constantly worrying about minor infractions of my 
unreasonable rules. They were human after all. They would make 
mistakes, and I didn't normally care too much as long as it didn't go 
overboard into outright rebellion or cause me a lot of grief.

"Can I do anything to convince you to take this thing out of me and 
let us go?"

"I doubt it."

"Can a slave try?"

"Of course."

"You've already punished Elizabeth, haven't you?"

I nodded slowly.

"She's learned her lesson right?"

I nodded again. Elizabeth had learned her lesson as soon as I bound 
her arms so uncomfortably behind and above her.

"You don't need to do this to her. She can't take it. Let her go. I'll 
entertain you if you need to play with someone. You can whip me. My 
breasts. My pussy. I'll stand her like this and take it. I'll scream 
for you. And then I'll make love to you. I'll kiss you. Please?"

She had managed to keep a hold on her tears up until this point. She 
began to cry a little, but she was determined to try, despite how 
humiliating this must be for her.

"I can do that to you anyway."

"I'll do it willingly. I'll let you do it to me. You can have me while 
I'm tied up. I'll even tell you I like it."

I silently rose and placed the black box down on my chair. I walked 
over to Jane and bent to her face. I cupped her cheeks in my hands, 
feeling the wetness of her tears. I gently kissed her tears away.

Without answering her, I walked to the doorway, leaving the girls 
bound and hooked up, and let myself out into the hallway. The door 
closed gently behind me.





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