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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 112 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I took a deep breath. I leaned against the closed door, wondering what 
they were feeling in there. Helpless, bound, naked, in pain, and 
anticipating more. I smiled to myself and walked quietly back towards 
the master bedroom.

Amy was still completely nude and bound securely into her chair. She 
was moaning and pulling at her ropes, her bare toes curling at the 
carpet as she fought the sensations of the girl between her spread 
legs.

Christi was still on her knees, her bobbing head buried between Amy's 
thighs. She wasn't moving her head very fast, and almost looked bored 
with her task.

I crept silently into the room, Amy's soft cries masking my presence. 
I tapped Christi's shoulder gently. She screamed, not expecting the 
touch. Breathing hard she whirled from Amy's vagina, her small hands 
forming fists as she turned.

"Shit, you scared me," she gasped as she realized that it was me.

I laughed gently as I sat down on the bed, crossing my legs. The 
clothed girl turned herself on her knees, resting her hands on her 
thighs. I could almost see her bare feet under her as she knelt.

"Who told you to stop?"

"Please, sir. My tongue is tired. And. I'm sorry Amy, I don't like the 
taste. Please can I stop now? I've been at this an hour at least."

"More than that actually. Did Amy climax?"

Christi sat back on her heels and kept silent. I glanced up at Amy who 
was reddening.

Amy spoke softly, embarrassed. Embarrassed to be sitting there helpless 
and nude and having to tell me, "Once more. I couldn't help it."

"That's alright. I didn't tell you that you couldn't."

"It helped if I just enjoyed it as much as I could. I don't think I 
can go again, though. I. I tried."

I turned back to Christi. "Christi? You say your tongue is tired and 
you are getting sick of the taste? I can't imagine.

"Please sir. My tongue is cramped."

"Does it matter? If I want you to lick her all day, will you?"

"Please don't make me do that."

"Would you?"

She reluctantly nodded. I left her sitting on her knees and just 
looked at her expectantly.

She sighed and began to turn herself back to her task.

"Christi?"

She turned, a questioning look on her face. One of those 
please-what-else? looks.

"Would you rather be bound, than tongue her?"

"Please. I. This slave. She would prefer that."

"You sure?"

"What are you planning for me? How long am I going to be tied this 
time?"

"A while, until I finish with Jane and Elizabeth."

"Oh God. What. Can I ask what you are doing with them? Please. You 
aren't hurting them are you?"

"Perhaps a little, but they'll be fine."

"I'm sure. What do you want me to do?"

I shifted on the bed.

"Come here."

Obediently, Christi rose to her bare feet and padded over to the bed. 
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to kneel, or sit up on the bed 
with me.

"Take off your clothes."

"Oh God. Please. I'll lick her more. I. I don't want to lose my 
clothes."

"You can have them back. Relax. I just want you naked for the next few 
minutes."

Her hands reluctantly stole to the base of her top, tears forming in 
her eyes.

"I can dress afterwards?"

"I'll let you dress before I tie you up."

"Oh God. Alright." She had thought that I was intending to tie her 
nude as I normally did. Her hands pulled the sweater from her body, 
revealing her bare breasts. Her fingers began to fumble with her 
jeans, but I stopped her with a touch. She looked at me quizzically.

I reached up and gently gripped her blonde hair, pulling her down 
towards me. Her breasts inviting as she bent. I kissed her gently on 
her lips, feeling her respond. I could taste Amy's lubrication on 
Christi's mouth as I let my tongue trace along Christi's lips. It 
tasted arousing, I couldn't imagine why Christi would find it 
distasteful, but then again, I'm not female nor had I had to taste it 
for better than an hour.

I felt Christi's fingers fumbling with my jeans, unbuttoning them and 
releasing me. She tugged the clothing down my legs, until she could 
lower my briefs as well. I laid back on the bed, feeling her weight 
press into the bed.

"You sure you don't want me to take these off as well?" Christi 
whispered, kneeling up and touching her own jeans.

"You're fine the way you are," I murmured to her.

Knowing what I wanted, she lowered her head to me and I gasped as her 
tongue found me. Her softness traced and teased me as images of Jane, 
and Elizabeth bound and waiting in the other room tantalized me. I 
groaned as she pressed her silky breasts against me, cradling me 
between the gentle hills, licking me as she rose and fell with me 
between her breasts. I could feel her soft breath against me, and her 
clean sweet skin of her fingers. I felt myself engulfed in her as she 
again used her mouth.

I closed my eyes, knowing that Amy was bound naked only a few feet 
away, watching this. Knowing that Christi was going to be bound after 
this. Feeling myself tightening. So ready.

I touched her bobbing head and she released me from her warm mouth.

"Please," she murmured, breathing hard.

I closed my eyes and struggled with my own desires. I wanted her. 
Badly. Sometimes things are sweeter if you wait. I reached down and 
slowly pulled up my jeans, re-buttoning them.

"You have to be kidding," Christi breathed, her breathing still 
ragged.

I wasn't kidding. I slowly shook my head.

"You can't do this. You. I haven't finished."

"I thought your tongue was tired."

"Of licking Amy, you wise ass. Please. Let me finish."

"Later. I promise. We'll finish this a little later."

"Oh God. I. I want you now."

"You'll just have to wait, my dear."

"You'll have to tie me up, now. I'll finish on my own if you don't."

"Not if I ordered otherwise, my dear. We'll see about that. Give me 
your wrists."

She flushed but obediently raised her wrists, an incredulous look on 
her face. She couldn't believe that I was leaving her for something 
else. After she'd had me in her mouth.

"No way, behind you. I don't want you being able to reach yourself."

"Please no."

"I don't want you finishing on your own ..."

She took a deep breath and turned herself around, holding her wrists 
crossed behind herself. I carefully wrapped soft cord around her 
slender wrists and lashed them together securely. She wouldn't be in 
this for very long, and I was pretty sure that her circulation would 
be fine.

"You don't have to do this, you know. We. I want to finish. Please."

She pulled at her bound wrists as she spoke.

"Lie down. On your front."

She struggled a bit with her hands bound as they were, but eventually 
pressed herself into the bed, lying quietly. I moved to her feet and 
she squirmed as I tied them together with more cord. She cried out as 
I wrapped her bare toes in another smaller length of cord.

"Roll over."

She turned her head and looked up at me.

"Please. Let me go. We can finish."

"Roll over."

She resigned herself and rolled onto her bound arms, face up. I 
reached out and traced her bare breasts with my fingers. She closed 
her eyes, falling into the sensations. I caressed her face, her neck, 
and her breasts, until her breathing was ragged and she was begging 
softly. I leaned down and gave her one last quick kiss on the lips, 
tasting Amy again, and slipped off the bed. I took one last look at 
her bound, half naked body and turned away.

"Don't go. Please?" her quiet voice pleaded from the bed. "I'll do 
anything you want."

"I'll be back soon, and you will do anything I want," I softly 
replied.

I touched Amy's hair as I passed her naked and bound form. Her hair 
was slightly damp, probably from her exertions over the last hours.

"Thank you for letting her stop," Amy whispered as I touched her head. 
I assume that she was thanking me for letting the lesbian contact 
cease, at least for a little while. I'm doubt if either of them 
particularly enjoyed it, despite the climaxes.

I nodded and bent, giving Amy a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Will you let me out of the chair before you go?"

"Not yet, Amy."

Not understanding why she had to remain restrained, she knew better 
than to question it, especially after all that had happened today. She 
nodded with tears brimming in her eyes, resigned that she'd be let out 
when I decided to let her out. She had no idea how long she would be 
forced to sit in this chair, and she was probably already 
uncomfortable. She couldn't even shift her position and she was 
horribly exposed. But I would have thought that she'd be used to the 
exposure at least by now.

I turned quietly and left the girls alone. Amy, a bit more relieved 
and, I was guessing, Christi a lot more frustrated. Hell, I was 
frustrated.

I walked slowly back to the other women bound in the judge's old 
chambers.

The voices inside stopped as I opened the door. I caught the last 
sentence from Sheila.

" ... I only experienced up to three. I think. I can't describe it. 
God, I hope he doesn't do that to you. OH ..." as I entered the room.

"I won't subject them to even the three level, Sheila. Don't worry 
about that."

"Please. I haven't asked you for anything at all. I've done everything 
you ever asked of me. I've been good, right?" Sheila spoke softly from 
the floor by the chair. "I haven't complained about anything. You are 
so much better than Mayer."

"Yes ..." I replied softly.

"Please. I'm begging you. A soft, naked, slave on her knees is begging 
you not to do this. It hurts. From deep inside. Like you couldn't 
imagine. Please don't do this to them. I'll do whatever you want. I. 
I'll let you rape me. Anything but that. Please. I know you don't owe 
me anything, but I'm begging you. I'll even let you whip me, if that's 
what you want."

I walked over to the naked girl and crouched down beside her. I lifted 
her face by her chin and looked deep into her beautiful eyes.

"Sheila, I am tempted, but I don't want to hurt you. Not now, at 
least. And I've already decided. I promise that I won't let it get 
beyond their ability to handle it, not like your former master did to 
you. Okay?"

I kissed at the tears that were falling down her cheeks. She nodded, 
knowing enough not to resist and knowing that further begging wasn't 
going to work either. Jane and Elizabeth were just going to have to 
suffer this.






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