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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 106 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I picked up the jug of syrup again and approached Christi. She paled. 
I guided her body up. She remained on her knees on the tile, but she 
wasn't back on her haunches.

"Please. You don't have to do this. I. Christ, that's cold." I 
upturned the syrup over her blonde mane, matting it to her head. She 
coughed as the liquid flowed into her protesting mouth.

I bent behind her and poured some more over her calves and feet.

"Lie down."

"Please no."

"Christi?" That warning tone came out again.

The frightened girl lay herself down on the tile, syrup was gathering 
in the small natural pool at the base of her neck. She was covered. I 
carefully poured a small amount through her pubic hair and into her 
belly button and left her lying on her back, softly crying. She 
struggled to lie still.

I glanced at Jane. She shuddered, but stayed still as I poured a 
little more over her pretty head. I poured a bit more along her calves 
and then put the jug on the table. I slipped a pair of handcuffs 
around Jane's unresisting wrists pinning her hands behind her back. I 
had Christi rise to her knees and repeated the cuffing procedure. I 
sat back down and regarded the miserable girls.

Jane looked up at me, trying to blink away the new syrup that was 
streaming down her face.

"Why, master? What have we done?"

"Nothing Janey. Absolutely nothing."

"Then why?"

"Do you have any idea what you two look like?"

"Pathetic?"

"Sexy as all hell."

"Thank-you. I think."

"Listen. You two are pretty covered with sticky stuff, aren't you?"

They nodded. Still miserable.

"Well, I don't want to get it on the carpet."

"So you are going to let us shower?" Jane asked hopefully.

"Eventually. Unless you fail."

"Fail in what?" She didn't look happy to be asking this question.

"Are there carpets on the way to the shower?"

"Of course there are."

"How are you going to get from point kitchen to point bathroom without 
dirtying the carpet?"

"Run fast?" Jane asked hopefully.

"Let's assume that you are crawling. Through the dining room and 
entertainment room."

"Please no. We can't do it. I. I don't want to be punished. Please. 
It's impossible. You can't expect us to not drip this stuff. That's 
not fair." Christi began to beg.

"Life isn't fair," I said turning towards the blonde.

Jane took a deep breath. She was pretty quick. "Will you give us some 
time before you make us do this?"

I smiled. She was catching onto what I wanted from them. "Sure. But 
not enough time to let that stuff drip off you onto this floor."

Jane took a deep breath. "Christi? Honey?"

Christi looked over at her fellow captive a look of questioning on her 
face. Jane stuck out her tongue in response, slowly and seductively 
licking the syrup form around her own mouth.

"You are joking."

"You think he's joking? That's what he wants."

"Oh God. Please no."

Jane just moved on her knees towards Christi. She bent her face 
towards her shoulder and slowly used her tongue to lap up the syrup 
that had coated the surface. Christi knelt and closed her eyes. I 
settled back into my chair to watch the women. Christi with a sigh, 
settled herself back onto the tile. Her bound hands beneath her. Jane 
gave me a withering look but began her slow task of licking at the 
pools of syrup that coated Christi's body. Her tongue traced along 
Christi's face, the hollow of her chest, her bare breasts, her hips, 
her belly button. Christi being ticklish squirmed deliciously, but 
allowed Jane to lick up as much of the excess syrup as she could. 
These girls were going to be completely sick of the taste of the sweet 
stuff by the time they were done. Jane even had to lick at Christi's 
bare toes causing Christi to gasp uncontrollably.

I got to my feet and quickly walked upstairs, leaving Jane to her 
task. The shower was still running as I walked into the bathroom.

"Just about done in there?" I asked to a chorus of squeals.

"We're just about done. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get 
syrup out of long hair?" Elizabeth asked, poking her head around the 
shower doors. "I had to have Amy wash my hair four times."

"It gets harder when the water is cold." I opened the door a bit and 
reached in, shutting off the hot water. Whoever was under the spray, 
Amy I think, screamed as the cold water hit her body. The girls 
scrambled out of the spray.

"Amy?"

"Y-yes sir?" she responded from where she was pressed up against the 
other two girls, shivering.

"Under the spray. A full two minutes."

"Please no. I'm rinsed. I'm clean."

"Two minutes. You want five?"

She gingerly stepped forward, gasping as the cold water hit her bare 
feet.

"Please?"

I shook my head and she took a deep breath. She screamed as she threw 
her unprotected body under the freezing spray. I glanced at my watch 
and tried to ignore her begging as she stood under the water. After 
two minutes I touched her. She was dancing under the water trying to 
warm herself.

"Thank God," she whispered as she emerged dripping from the shower. 
Her teeth were chattering and she hugged herself as she stepped out. I 
handed her a towel and she immediately wrapped it around herself, 
trying to get the cold water off her body.

I motioned for Elizabeth to do the same thing. She threw me a pleading 
glance, but stepped under the spray. She screeched as well as the cold 
water hit her. I forced her to stand under it for two full minutes and 
then allowed her a towel. I had to ignore her begging and pleading. 
She too was shivering as she stepped out of the shower.

"You bastard," she hissed at me as she emerged. Her nipples had 
contracted to tiny hard points under the freezing cold spray.

Sheila simply stepped under the spray without any hesitation or 
sounds. She was shivering, but stood still while the cold water 
cascaded over her bare body. When I allowed her out from under the 
water, she daintily stepped out, hugging herself and shivering. I let 
her have a towel.

Amy couldn't contain her curiousity. "You didn't scream?"

"I'm used it," Sheila explained. "Evan didn't have hot water in my 
shower at all. It's cold, but I guess I'm just used to it. I had to 
shower. He. He would have been rougher with me if I'd been dirty."

"Alright. Dry off. Warm up. And wait for me in the bedroom."

Sheila touched my shoulder as I turned to leave. "Master? I. I feel a 
lot better today. Do. Do you want me to put on make up."

"If you feel alright." Her bruises had reduced a great deal. Her face 
was almost back to normal. Her side still looked tender though.

"I'll put some on. Maybe Elizabeth can help me."

I nodded and exited the bathroom. Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over 
the hair drier again as I left. I was sure that they'd be done and 
waiting for me by the time I was done with Christi and Jane.

When I reentered the kitchen, Jane had turned over Christi and was 
licking at her shoulder blades. Christi looked a lot cleaner. At least 
enough to be able to crawl without too much danger of dripping.

"Ladies?"

They looked up at me.

"I hope you are enjoying Jane's mouth, Christi?"

"It feels alright," she answered back. "Better than a whipping."

"Did she do your breasts?"

"Yes." Christi flushed a little. It was harder to tell with Jane, 
syrup was still all over her face.

"That's good, because you both have to climax before I take you 
upstairs."

"You're kidding."

I shook my head and settled back to watch.

Jane spoke. "God. I don't think I can use my tongue much longer."

Christi struggled to her knees. "Let me, then."

With the words, Jane lay back on the tile and let Christi use her 
tongue to clean the syrup from her body. I watched, fascinated as 
Christi once again used her tongue on another woman. Jane flushed as 
Christi was forced to circle her nipples with her tongue. Gasping. 
Finally, before moving down to clean Jane's legs, Christi dipped 
between Jane's legs, urging her thighs apart.

"May as well get this part over with while I'm here."

Jane nodded, knowing to protest was useless. I watched as Jane closed 
her eyes and concentrated on whatever her fantasy was. Christi's 
tongue darted between her folds, finding her clit and finding her 
rhythm. Soon Jane was lost in pleasure, moaning and completely unaware 
that I was watching her make love with another woman. The seventeen 
year old cried out as she climaxed, arching, screaming, and finally 
panting as she finished.

"I'm done. Christi, sweety, I'm done."

Christi looked up. Curious. "How was it?"

"Good. God did that feel good."

"I have to finish your legs, okay?"

Jane nodded, lying her head back, her matted hair sticking to the 
floor behind her. Christi continued to lick her way down Jane's thighs 
and calves slowly cleaning the excess syrup from her. She took more 
care around the knees, knowing that they'd be crawling and I'd be 
looking for any excuse to punish them. Finally she licked the excess 
from Jane's bare feet and knelt up.

Jane struggled to her knees. I looked at the women.

"Christi needs to climax as well."

"Please no. You know I don't want to. I. I'll do whatever you want but 
that."

"You'll whip her for me?"

"Please no. I. I'll do what you want. I can't whip her." Christi began 
to lower herself back to the floor, cringing at her state, her 
stickiness, the floor.

Jane looked pleadingly at me, but bent to her task. She quickly 
lowered her head between Christi's thighs and began to pleasure the 
other woman. The blonde closed her eyes and began to concentrate on 
the sensations between her legs. Jane's tongue wasn't as experienced 
as Christi's was, but Christi was soon moaning anyway. It had been a 
while since I'd allowed them any relief. Either one of them.

"Beg Jane to let you climax."

"What?" Christi's eyes opened wide, uncomprehending.

"Beg Jane for a climax. I don't want you fantasizing that it's a guy 
down there. It's Jane. A woman. Beg her for your orgasm. Call her a 
slut."

"You must be joking. I can't."

"Would you rather be hog-tied all day, right where you are now? Or 
perhaps you'd prefer to be bound into a chair with Jane licking you 
for hours?"

"Oh God no. Please don't make me do this."

Jane had not stopped her ministrations while I was talking to Christi. 
Christi moaned as the sensations of Jane's tongue made their way to 
her brain.

"Alright. You don't have to do it. But you may as well get the rope 
now."

"Oh God. Okay." She closed her eyes. "Please let me climax."

It sounded very flat. I crouched beside Christi and began to pinch her 
nipples. She cried out as the pressure became painful for her.

"Ahhh. Please stop. It hurts."

"Beg her. Use her name."

"Alright. Alright. Just stop."

I released her and forced her to lick at my fingertips that had picked 
up a light coating of syrup from her nipples. When my fingers were 
clean, Christi took a deep breath, unable to continue whatever her 
fantasy was. "Please, Jane? Use your soft tongue. Make me scream. Let 
me climax. Oh God. I can't do this. Please?"

I returned to my chair watching the girls.

"Oh God. I'm sorry Jane. Use you tongue on my pussy, slut. Make me cum 
for our Master. Oh God. Make me scream."

At the last words Christi exploded to Jane's tongue. Her body arched 
and she bucked against her bonds. She cried out as she climaxed. Her 
head fell to the side, whispering Jane's name.

As she fell over the edge, Jane rocked back on her knees, finished her 
task. She worked her tongue around in her mouth, working out the 
cramps, perhaps trying to lose the sweet taste of the syrup and 
Christi.

I let Christi recover for a few minutes before ordering her to her 
knees.

I released both girl's hands and forced them to their hands and knees. 
They complied, too exhausted and dirty to care. I carefully poured a 
last bit of syrup onto their insteps. I indicated that they should 
lift their feet slightly to ensure that they didn't spill any. I was 
going to force them to lick it off later.

The two girls remained on the floor as I rose to my feet. Their dirty 
hair hung in matted braids beside their faces. Their still sticky bare 
breasts hung beneath their bodies. Their bare feet raised, their soles 
stained with the syrup.

"You two ready for the shower?"

"Please?" Jane and Christi both whispered. They hadn't been up more 
than two hours and already I'd put them through a grueling torment.

I watched as their nude bodies fell into an awkward crawling motion. I 
held doors for them as they slowly and painfully made their way, the 
long way, through the house. They had a lot of trouble with the 
stairs, but I forced them to remain on their hands and knees despite 
their groans and begging to be let up. They looked like a pair of 
gorgeous abused females as they obeyed my directions. I wished I had a 
camera to capture the sight of them as they crawled. Miserable.

Finally we made it to the bathroom. Elizabeth, Sheila and Amy were 
long gone. Presumably, they were waiting as ordered in the master 
bedroom.

"Knees," I ordered the miserable girls on the floor. They 
automatically found their way to their knees. Their sticky hands 
resting easily on their thighs. "Thighs apart."

They complied, sliding their knees apart and exposing themselves for 
me. They seemed a little surprised at the order. I usually let them 
kneel a little more modestly. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and 
just looked at them. They did look pathetic and I almost felt sorry 
for them. Just two naked, syrup encrusted women trying to make the 
best of a terrible situation. I don't know how they did it. Stayed 
sane. They looked so sexy kneeling there for me.

I spoke to them gently. "You two have been really good today so far. 
I'm surprised. No complaints. Good obedience. I'm going to take a 
quick shower, if you are in exactly this same position when I get out, 
I'll let you take a long hot shower together. And you'll get a 
pleasant surprise when you get out. Alright?"

They both nodded. I was sure that they wouldn't move an inch from 
those positions. I suspect the only thing on their minds was to get 
into this shower and wash the remainder of the syrup from their 
bodies. They waited as they had to.






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