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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 127 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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She squirmed a bit in the bonds, feeling the unusual sensation of her 
bound breasts on her chest.

"Remember that you aren't to scream."

She closed her eyes. "If you hit my boobs, I can't. Please don't do 
this to me. Hit me somewhere else."

"How about if I hit *someone* else?"

I watched as her numb mind worked. Realized that I would be hitting 
Christi instead of her. She definitely didn't want that. Christi 
didn't enjoy this kind of thing at all and even though it would 
protect Jane's skin, this was for Jane. She slowly shook her head. Out 
of the corner of my eye, I saw Christi's fingers hesitate between 
Jane's legs as she clued into my offering her skin instead. Of course, 
I knew that Jane wouldn't let it get to that.

"Remember. No screaming."

"Can I talk?"

"Just don't raise your voice. After the first two, you can scream for 
me."

"Believe me, I will. Christ. I don't know if I can do this."

"Try."

Her eyes registered understanding. I wouldn't punish her if she 
couldn't do it, as long as she made her best effort. I couldn't 
imagine how she could even think with the sensations from her crotch 
mixed in with fear of that simple whip about to mark her beautiful 
breasts.

I lined up on her bound breasts and made two practice swings. She 
flinched both times, gritting her teeth, expecting the searing pain.

The third swing connected with the tops of her breasts. I couldn't hit 
her hard since I didn't want the taut skin to break and it was a very 
real danger with her like this. However, with her breasts bound as 
tightly as they were any touch was going to hurt her, even something 
as simple as a fingernail scratching gently down her skin. The crop 
would have been unbearable.

She threw back her head, whipping her hair around as she struggled 
with the agony of the crop. I could see the red mark beginning to form 
as soon as the crop fell away from her. I was sure she was going to 
howl like a wounded animal. Instead her self control kicked in and she 
hissed through her teeth. She managed to hold her vocal chords from 
crying out her pain. I have no idea how.

"Oh God. You bastard," she spoke finally in a conversational tone. 
"You have no fucking idea how much that hurts. I didn't remember how 
much that hurt. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Please no more. Hurt me somewhere 
else. Not there again. I can't. I'll scream."

There really wasn't anything stopping her from screaming. I wasn't 
about to stop her, and she knew in her heart that I wouldn't punish 
her. I had no idea why she was holding it in.

"Ready?"

"No."

I lined up carefully on her heaving chest. I'd meant to hit the 
bottoms of her breasts, but when the crop fell, she flinched and 
managed to get her nipples directly into the line of fire. The crop 
landed squarely on her still erect nipples, crossing them both with a 
fine red line. I thought that she would either bring down the branch 
or dislocate her arms. She twisted violently, her hair damp and 
whipping around as she tried to get away. Somehow, she managed to keep 
her lips shut around the muffled cry of agony that threatened to 
emerge. I have no idea how she managed it. I felt bad for her. I 
hadn't intended to put her in that much pain. Tears were running down 
her face, and she had managed to pull herself away from Christi's 
fingers. As Christi moved to touch the girl again, I motioned for her 
to stop. I thought that Jane had enough on her mind, without worrying 
about the sensations there.

Her voice finally came out, choked but soft. "Jesus Christ. You didn't 
have to hit my nipples," she said through her tears, as though I'd 
betrayed her. Truthfully, I felt like I had. "I can't feel them, and I 
can. It hurts so FUCKING much. Owie," she sobbed as she stood there 
unable to move or to strike out at me. She wanted to, I could see it 
in the set of the her nude body. If she was free, nothing could have 
stopped her from trying to hurt me back. I couldn't blame the girl.

I dropped the crop in the grass and held her. Enough for now.

Finally, she allowed herself to press herself uncomfortably into my 
shoulder and cry herself out. I held her for a number of minutes until 
the shaking in her bare body receded.

"I'm. I'm sorry," she mumbled as I released her from the hug.

"You're sorry?" I looked at her incredulously.

"I did this to myself. I got myself into this. I shouldn't blame you."

"It hurt. I know. If it means anything, I didn't mean to get your 
nipples."

She hung in her restraints, and sniffled. "I. I'm alright. It hurt. It 
still does. But you can continue. I can scream now, right?"

I nodded, a half smile playing about my lips. I was sure that she'd 
beg to get out by now. But she hadn't. She was a strong girl.

"Christi?" I spoke to the girl on her knees behind Jane.

"You didn't have to hit her that hard. She's there because she wants 
to be. Not because of your twisted games. Go easy on her," Christi 
spoke for the first time.

"It wasn't intentional," I assured Christi. "If you don't want to be 
involved anymore, I can let you go now ..."

Christi paled. "I. I didn't mean ..."

"I know," I reassured Christi. "Relax. I was just offering you a way 
out, if you didn't want to go through the next part."

"Next part?"

"Yeah," I rooted through the pack and came up with a less painful 
stranded whip. This would hurt Jane, but nothing compared to the crop.

I handed the small whip to Christi who took it and held it limply at 
her thigh. She looked at me, her mouth forming the word of protest.

"Please no," she whispered to me.

"You've done it before."

"Because she wanted it, and I couldn't hit her hard, even then."

I glanced over at Jane. Her bare breasts were heaving and she was 
twisting again in the bonds. Her feet were dancing over the grass in 
her attempts to get more comfortable.

Jane spoke softly from the branch. "Christi? Honey? Mayer isn't here. 
And I hurt." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts and her 
strength. "I'm here because I want to be. Honestly. I'm not sure what 
happened between us that night, but I'm willing to try this again." 
She paused again, shorter this time. "Christi. Sweety? I want this. I 
want you to hit me. Just go gentle on my boobs. Okay?"

Christi swallowed heavily as I watched her face. She took a breath, 
and stared at me.

"It doesn't seem right," she spoke softly to me. Her eyes were 
betraying her though. The bright blue orbs were shining, almost 
anticipating it. Her dominant side, the part of her that was aroused 
by the power aspects of sex, were rising in her despite her desires to 
keep them quelled.

"You can do it. If not for me, for Jane," I touched her shoulder 
gently as I spoke. She was shaking a little as she stood there.

She nodded, not understanding Jane, not understanding herself. She 
nodded anyway.

I settled back into the soft grass as Christi turned on her bare heel 
and began to walk towards Jane. The whip swung gently by her side as 
she carried it towards her friend and perhaps lover.

I was close enough to the girls that I could hear them.

"You sure?" Christi whispered to the bound girl.

Jane nodded, staring at Christi's face. "I want you to do this to me. 
I want you. Please?"

Christi glanced back at me once, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I 
nodded to her. Jane honestly did want this, with part of her being. 
She was somehow suppressing her mind, letting her sensations take her 
through this. She might hate herself afterward, but not for long. Not 
this time.

Christi slowly brought the whip up and let it fall against Jane's 
unprotected side. The strands curled around her hip, striking the back 
of Jane's body. Jane grunted as the pain washed over her body.

I watched as Christi slowly let the whip fall against Jane's skin. She 
moved around her, striking her back, her thighs, her flat stomach, 
even her calves. Jane's tears fell constantly from her eyes, but she 
never cried out or begged or protested at the treatment. She twisted 
occasionally, trying to avoid a blow, but she couldn't move far and 
only managed to succeed in getting the strike in a different place. 
Christi moved slowly and methodically around Jane's body, letting the 
pain peak before administering the next blow. Her aim and strength 
improved as she spent more time with Jane, somehow knowing what the 
maximum that Jane could take was without seriously hurting her or 
making her beg.

Finally, Christi stood easily on the balls of her bare feet in front 
of Jane. She swung the whip easily through the air, not striking her 
friend any longer. She waited until Jane raised her face to look at 
her. Tears coursed down Jane's face as she struggled with the residual 
pain of the whipping. Her skin was a faint red over most of her body.

"Oh Jane," Christi dropped the whip to her side and reached forward 
with her free hand. She gently wiped at Jane's cheeks, trying to 
staunch the flow of tears. She unconsciously tasted the liquid from 
her finger. I knew how salty the tears would be. I was tempted to take 
my own taste. Jane wouldn't have minded. Christi carefully brushed the 
mussed hair from Jane's shoulders towards her back.

Jane closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again. She 
stared into Christi's eyes, bracing herself.

Christi slowly raised the whip and eyes locked let the whip crash 
against Jane's bound vulnerable breasts. Jane managed to hold the gaze 
for a moment and then closed her eyes and let her head rock backward, 
spilling her hair down her back.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jane cried out into the uncaring 
world. "Jesus. Christ. Please. No more. My boobs. Oh my God. Please."

Christi waited for the pain to subside, and then repeated the blow 
after Jane raised her head and locked gaze again. This time Jane 
collapsed. I watched as her thighs gave out, and she hung limply from 
her handcuffs. I watched a trickle of blood appear as her weight dug 
the steel into her small wrists.

"Aaaeeeeeeiiiiiiiii. Please. God. No more. My boobs. I can't take 
anymore. I hurt. Let me down. Please. Please. Please?" she begged into 
the skies and perhaps to the tree holding her body.

Christi raised the whip again. She was shaking. I quickly rose to my 
feet and grasped her wrist before she could strike Jane again. Despite 
her pain, despite not being able to stand, Jane had locked her teary 
eyes back on Christi's, silently begging her. For what, I'm not sure.

"Enough," I whispered. "She can't take anymore. She's exhausted."

And she was. She still hadn't managed to take her weight off her 
wrists. I was truly afraid that she'd get seriously hurt with this 
play. And I cared about her.

Christi immediately dropped the whip and ran to Jane, trying to help 
support her weight, hugging her fiercely, oblivious to the fact that 
she was probably hurting Jane in the process.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I got carried away. Forgive me. Please, 
Jane. Please?" Christi murmured the words into Jane's ear. Jane was 
shaking with her sobbing. Her whole body a mass of pain.

Christi murmured other apologies quietly as I let them embrace. At 
last Christi separated from Jane. Jane maintained her posture despite 
her trembling thighs. She was still crying softly but it wasn't the 
heart wrenching sobs that had been caused by the whip on her breasts.

I stroked Jane's face gently, trailing my finger down her fine jaw 
line. She smiled up at me weakly, through the tears.

"You alright?" I asked her.

"I've been better," she whispered.

I nodded, understanding. She was still fighting the daemons. I let my 
finger trail down her hot body, between her heaving breasts, bumping 
over the ropes, touching her belly button, and finding my way through 
her sparse down and separating her lips. She was far more lubricated 
than I'd expected. And I was expecting a lot. She was practically 
leaking her arousal. She cried out as my finger found her swollen 
clitoris. She tried her best to press herself into my touch. I teased 
her for a moment, realizing that it wasn't going to take much to push 
her over the edge.

"Better?" I asked her. I was quite sure that I'd taken her mind off 
her breasts, at least for a moment.

She nodded, breathing really hard. She moaned desperately as I 
withdrew my fingers from her.

I bent to the grass at her feet and picked up the blue gag and the 
nipple clamps. She watched in trepidation as I straightened.

"Please no. I just want to cum, now. Please, no more. I don't want to 
be gagged. And I hate the clamps. Oh God. No more. Please."

I smiled at her. She was going to have to wait for a little while 
before I let her climax. She was twisting in the bonds.

I turned to Christi. "You can refuse, if you want."

She somehow understood what I wanted her to do. She walked over to me 
and Jane and slowly fell to her knees. Her fingers traced along Jane's 
hot skin and gently touched her, stroking her knowingly. Jane gasped, 
not caring who was touching her, as long as she was touched.

"Don't let her," I whispered to Christi. Jane moaned as she realized 
that she wasn't going to be allowed to climax. Not yet.

I watched as Christi again let her fingers gently enter the bound 
girl, pumping at a very slow maddening pace. She took a deep breath 
and leaned forward. I could see as Christi's tongue caressed the girl 
above her. Jane spreading her thighs as far as she could, wanting more 
than the slow maddening touches.

I held up the gag and waited until Jane opened her brown eyes. Her 
eyes registered understanding and pain and acceptance. She gazed into 
my eyes as she struggled to ignore the sensations from between her 
legs long enough to do what I wanted from her. She opened her pretty 
mouth and held it open waiting. I gently pressed the blue ball behind 
her teeth. She held it without further complaint while I moved around 
her to buckle the leather straps behind her head, trapping her long 
brunette hair under the strap. She wouldn't have the gag long. I just 
wanted to see her in it one last time.

Her muffled moans began again as soon as the gag was secured. I hadn't 
wrenched it into her mouth, this wasn't a punishment. I could see her 
probing at the gag with her tongue, but satisfied that she was going 
to be silent like it or not, she accepted it.

I reached forward and lightly stroked her nipples. She shook her head 
a little in protest, but when her nipples reacted to the stimulus of 
my fingers, she hung her head and again accepted her fate. I carefully 
tightened the nipple clamps onto her erect nipples until I saw a look 
of pain cross her features. She wailed into the gag. I did the same to 
her other nipple until she was supporting the light chain between them 
only by her upthrust and aching nipples.

As the pain dulled, her breathing returned to a more normal pace. At 
least normal for a sexually aroused female being taken further down 
the path to oblivion.






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