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Chapter 1
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The possibilities were endless. I could do whatever I wanted, and never
suffer the consequences. I could nearly effortlessly jump timelines. The
power was nearly overwhelming.
Outrageousness was my mantra. Nothing, no experiences were beyond my
abilities to stage. I simply marked my departure from the prime
timeline, and began the events that would define the adventure. When I
had finished with the timeline, I simply returned to timeline prime and
voila, it was as though nothing had ever happened. Only my memories
remained of the extinct timeline. The power was heady.
I began my first adventure early in the first week after the power had
made itself known to me. I had found that I could mark multiple time
along the timeline and return to any with simply a thought. After
marking some safe times, I wandered off to find a weapon store. Having
never owned a gun in my life, I figured it was about time. The trick was
to mark the time before I owned it. That way I could always return to a
time before I owned a weapon if something went awry.
After picking up a hand gun. I stopped time. I wandered through the
empty city as though I owned the place. My feet took me into a quiet
suburb where I began my search. I picked a small side street where it
appeared that there wouldn't normally be any trouble.
With time stopped and no chance of being caught, I began to break
systematically into the houses along the street. Nobody home in the
first house. Second house had a dowdy housewife watching some soap
opera. Third house, I couldn't believe my eyes.
I wandered into the living room, poking into drawers and closets along
the way. Here I found a woman, couldn't have been more than 18 or so, in
the middle of exercising when I stopped the clock. She had all the
curtains drawn on the place and was currently in the middle of a left
lunge. Buck naked. I could still see the instructor image burned into
the frozen phosphor on the television that she was exercising to.
I quickly checked out the rest of the house. Completely empty. I
returned to the living room and checked out her nude, frozen form. She
was quite a lady. Long trim legs. Perfect breasts. Cute face. Long blond
hair pulled up into a pony tail for her exercising. I could still see
the sweat on her body from her exercising.
This I had to see. I moved off to the kitchen where I still had a good
view of her, but it was unlikely that she'd see me unless I wanted her
to. I extended the sphere of influence to encompass the house. Suddenly
the scene in front of me jumped to life. The girl instantly resumed her
exercising. I watched her lithe body stretch and move. Her muscles tight
and firm dancing across the floor in front of me.
I watched for about half hour, after which the exercise tape was over
and the woman collapsed on the floor, breasts heaving with exhaustion. I
watched, amazed, as she moved her right hand slowly tracing down her
bare body, caressing it, until it came to a rest between her legs. I
watched as she slowly lost herself in her own ecstasy and came loudly on
the carpet. Her breathing began to slow, as I walked out of the kitchen.
She must have sensed me, because she came up to a sitting position
almost instantaneously, her eyes wide, her hands flying up to cover her
breasts. Her eyes immediately jumped to the gun I was holding in my left
hand, widening still further and she began to shake.
"Calm down," I said to her, "I won't hurt you."
"Wh-wh-wh-at do you want?", she asked just above a whisper.
I sat down on the couch, leaving her huddling on the ground in front of
me. "Your name?".
"Why should I tell you that? What do you want from me?"
I turned the gun towards the ceiling and let a shot go. The load report
surprised even me, but the girl on the ground in front of me screamed.
"Christi. Christi Lasalle. Please don't hurt me. Please."
"Okay, Christi. That's a pretty name. Do you live here alone?"
"Yes. I mean no. My mother lives here too but she works."
"No father? Brothers? Sisters?"
"N-n-no. Not here."
"Why were you exercising like that? Nude I mean?"
"Oh, please let me go?"
"Why were you exercising like that? I'm not going to ask again". I just
ignored her plea, and leveled the gun at her.
"Because I'm more comfortable like this when I'm exercising. Can I get
some clothes please?", she quickly replied, eyeing the gun.
"No. I like you like that."
"Oh God."
"Alright, on your feet." I waved the gun at her again.
She scrambled to her feet, still trying to cover herself. I let her for
now. Lots of time to play later.
"Okay, I want you to walk ahead of me, not too far, we are going to the
store."
"Like this? Please, you'll get caught. Don't make me do this. Please."
"Come on."
She marched ahead of me as I pressed the gun into her bare back. She
gingerly opened the front door and stepped through. I guess at this
point she figured that somebody would see her and call the cops. She
stared at the still world in front of her, not quite comprehending what
was happening to her. Cars stopped on the road. People frozen in
midstep. Birds caught in mid-air.
"What's going on?" she asked in a very bewildered voice.
"Shut up and march." I motioned her to walk down the middle of the
street. Even though it was pretty obvious that nobody was going to
notice us, I suspect she had some real trouble getting used to the idea
that she was completely naked, walking down the middle of the street.
We walked down the street to the nearest hardware store. I forced
Christi to get a shopping cart as we wandered the still store. I had her
pick up multiple coils of rope, chain, a dog collar, clothespins,
dowels, eyebolts, drills, and various other seemingly innocent hardware.
I could see her shuddering as she realized what these seemingly innocent
items might be used for. I saw her glancing around seeing if there was a
way to escape.
"You want to escape don't you?"
"N-n-n-oooo." she almost wailed. Afraid of what was going to happen to
her.
"Try. I won't shoot you. Promise." I needed her to realize what was
happening to her. That escape was near impossible. Even if I didn't have
a gun.
She looked at me with hopeful eyes. She didn't have to be told twice.
Her long legs took her in flight as fast as a frightened hare. I watched
quietly as she reached the front doors and forced them open. I
concentrated on narrowing the sphere, so that when she passed outside of
the doors, she fell out of time. I slowed time to a crawl as she passed
the glass doors and watched as her nude form became exceptionally slow,
almost to the point of stopped. If I had stopped time, then she would
have passed beyond the time event horizon and found herself back in the
livingroom in exactly the way I found her. Then we'd have to go through
all this again. Though I didn't mind that, I kind of wanted to continue
with this adventure and see where it took us.
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I took my time wandering over to her. I stuck the gun in her bare ribs
and released her from the slow time region. She glanced down to see the
gun in her ribs and sighed.
"So I can't escape."
I nodded. "Technically, I don't even need this thing." I prodded her in
the ribs with the barrel of the gun. She flinched.
"But if I have to use it, to make you do as I say, then I will ..."
She just hung her head in resignation.
"Come on, back into the store."
I guided her back to our cart.
"Put your hands on the bar." Silently, she did as she as told. I took a
package of soft cord from the shelf and had her cut a piece about six
feet long.
"What are you going to do with this?"
"Put you hands back on the bar." I began to lash her wrists to the cart.
"Please no. I won't go anywhere. I can't. I promise to be good. Do what
you say. You don't need to tie me up."
"Be quiet", I ordered. She shut her mouth pretty quick. "Now stay
there."
I cast a bubble of normal time around her, while I wandered through the
store, picking up a few items here and there as they caught my fancy. In
the last aisle, I came face to face with a frozen girl of about twenty,
apparently looking through the paint section. She was long legged and
had small breasts, which were pressing against her sweater as she
reached up to see a can of paint.
My mind started working overtime and I walked into the adjoining aisle.
I cast a bubble around her allowing her to continue in normal time as
though nothing had happened. I heard her sigh as she came down from her
frozen stance. At this point she still wasn't aware that there was
anything unusual. Time had simply continued for her. I popped the gun in
hand and rounded the corner. She glanced up but didn't really register
anything unusual yet. I walked slowly down the aisle looking at things
as I went, as though I was shopping. As I passed her, I quickly jammed
the gun into the small of her back.
At the sudden move, she let out a small scream. I heard the scream echo
around the store and I heard Christi cry out softly. I whispered in her
ear, "Nice and slow turn around. And no more screams."
"What do you want?"
"Not sure yet, lets take a walk."
Unsure about what was going on, but knowing that the gun was there, the
new woman walked slowly in front of me. I could just see her expression
as she realized that the rest of the world was frozen. But she didn't
ask what was going on. She just numbly continued on. I carefully guided
her away from the area where I had left Christi bound and nude, so she
wouldn't panic. Along the way I picked up a few more coils of rope. Near
the cash register I found a straight backed chair on display.
"Okay, pick up that chair." The girl obeyed, with a furtive glance at
the gun. "Purse." She handed me her purse. I quickly rifled through it
until I found her keys and her wallet.
"Please take the money and let me go ...", she pleaded while holding the
chair.
I checked her wallet. License made out to Kimberly Blake, 21. I dropped
the wallet back in the purse and left it on the floor. I guided Kimberly
out to the main aisle of the store where there was more room. I had her
put the chair down while I considered my next move.
I sat in the chair while making Kim move some of the larger displays out
of the way. I enjoyed the view of her body as she struggled to move some
of the larger items. After she was done and breathing hard, I got out of
the chair and placed it in the middle of the floor that she had cleared.
I motioned for her to sit in the chair. Tentatively, she did.
"Hands behind the chair."
"What are you going to do?"
"Just tie you into the chair. That's all. I won't hurt you if you
cooperate."
I saw her briefly consider if she could somehow get away while I was
behind the chair, but thought better of it and simply placed her wrists
behind the chair back like I'd asked. She obediently crossed her wrists,
and allowed me to tie them securely behind her. She weakly pulled
against the bonds but quickly discovered that she was going nowhere. I
secured her wrists to the bottom rung of the chair with another piece of
rope. I then had the frightened woman put her ankles on the outside of
the chair legs where I securely lashed them.
"You don't need to have it that tight," she complained.
"Don't worry, you won't be there long. I just need to keep you out of
the way for a while ..." I watched as she relaxed as much as she could.
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I walked back to the place where I'd left Christi tied to the shopping
cart. She had moved a little down the aisle, but not far from where I
left her. I glanced at her.
"I was thinking of trying to escape again, but then realized that I
didn't have a hope. So I was just looking at the aisle while I waited,"
she hurriedly explained. I suspected that she was lying, but that was of
no consequence.
"I want you to meet a new friend of mine. Her name is Kimberly."
"You grabbed another one, didn't you?". I just smiled and prodded the
nude girl with my gun. That got her moving towards the center of the
store where I had Kimberly tied into the chair. Picked up a pair of
shears and a utility knife on the way. I watched as Christi walked
slowly with her attached cart, admiring the way her bare legs moved and
loving the sound of her bare feet as they moved against the tile of the
store.
As we rounded the last corner, I heard Christi gasp as she saw the woman
immobilized in the chair. I saw Kimberly's mouth drop as she watched the
nude woman walk around the corner tied to the cart.
I had Christi stop. And I carefully unwound the rope holding her hands
to the cart. She idly rubbed her wrists while waiting for my next
instructions. I handed her the shears.
"Don't even think that you can get at me with those before I blow big
holes in you."
Christi mutely nodded.
"Now, I want you to carefully cut all the clothing off Kimberly."
"Please no. I'll do anything. I'll strip for you. Anything. But please,
untie me. Please ...", Kimberly wailed as it sunk in what I was
planning.
I heard Christi whisper to the bound woman, "I'm sorry, I don't want to
do this ...". But I let it slide, for now. Perhaps later I would punish
her for that.
I leaned back on a wall and watched as Christi slowly cut the clothes
off Kimberly until she was sitting in the chair in only her bra, panties
and shoes. Kimberly was quietly sobbing, but for a nearly nude woman
tied to a chair in a frozen hardware store, she was holding up pretty
well.
"Now, Christi, I want you to get her shoes off."
Christi knelt down on the floor and struggled with the other woman's
shoes until she managed to work them off. The socks were cut off in
short order. Kimberly now sat barefoot in the chair.
"Now the bra and panties."
Kimberly pleaded again. "Please no. Let me keep them, please."
"Kimberly, do I have to gag you?"
Kimberly's mouth snapped shut and she quietly shook her head as she
resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be as naked as
Christi in moments.
I watched, rapt, as Christi cut away the final items of covering from
Kimberly's body. Her bare breasts falling into view, and the soft down
between her legs becoming visible as Christi pulled the scraps of cloth
from Kimberly's body.
Kimberly sat there, unable to cover herself and hung her head in shame.
She sat nude, tied and humiliated in the middle of a hardware store.
Naked for me and Christi, bound to a chair amongst the tatters of her
clothing. All this in a world without time, when all she had done was go
out to the wrong hardware store at the wrong time to pick up paint. She
would forget this whole experience soon enough. But I wouldn't.
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"Alright Christi, put the scissors down. Come here."
Christi padded over. "Hands behind your back."
Christi quietly obeyed. I slipped some cord around her slender wrists,
pulling them tightly together. Christi cried out a bit at the tightness,
but didn't bring herself to complain.
I positioned myself to get the best view.
"Christi, I want you to make love to Kimberly. And I had better get a
good show. If you both don't orgasm within twenty minutes, I think I'm
going to have to punish you both."
Kimberly simply wailed.
Christi closed her eyes and started to move towards Kimberly. "Please
don't make me do this. I don't know if I can do it. I've never been with
a woman. I'm not into girls. Please."
I simply motioned her forward.
Resigning herself, she padded forward. Hesitantly, she tried to kiss
Kimberly. I could see Kimberly resist. She turned her head away from
Christi with a shudder. Christi, pulled weakly at her bound wrists in
frustration. I could hear her whisper to Kimberly, "I know, I don't like
it either, but if we don't at least try, he is going to hurt us, I'm
sure of it. Please."
Kimberly just shook her head. And whispered back, "I can't. I'm so
sorry. I just can't."
Christi, resigning herself, worked her way down Kimberly's bare body. I
could see Kimberly shudder, as Christi began to work her tongue around
her bare breasts. Lightly flicking the now erect nipples with her
tongue. Softly biting at them. Eyes closed. I could see Kimberly was
almost enjoying the touches but she consciously was avoiding any
pleasure. That was going to cost her, I decided. At least Christi was
doing her best.
I watched as Christi worked up her courage and slowly slipped to her
bare knees in front of the chair. Kimberly struggled to close her legs
but the ropes held her ankles very securely to the outside of the chair
making her vagina accessible to Christi. I saw the tormented woman take
a deep breath and lower her face between Kimberly's bound legs. I
wandered up to see her shame close up as her tongue gently caressed
Kimberly's outer lips. Startled by my presence, Christi began to run her
tongue between the lips, searching for Kimberly's clitoris. Kimberly was
pulling against the ropes, trying desperately to free herself from this
humiliation. Naked. Tied. Having another woman making love to her.
I let Christi continue for about twenty minutes. With Kimberly's refusal
to cooperate, I wasn't surprised that she was unable to accomplish her
task. But I had to give her credit for trying. Then I figured it was
about time to follow through with my punishment. I had some idea that
this was going to be necessary, so I'd been considering to what to
subject the girls.
"Come on Christi, we need to get some things."
Her face registered some concern, but she struggled to her feet and
moved ahead of me to the sports area. There we found a nice pingpong
set, complete with paddles encased in rubber. Christi's face began to
really register concern as I picked up the kit. She began pulling at the
ropes on her wrists as we marched back to the center of the store.
"Okay girls. I told you that if you both hadn't orgasmed in twenty
minutes, there was going to be punishment." Kimberly looked at the
paddles and just moaned. "But, I think that Christi was really trying,
while someone else really didn't make much of an effort here." I gave a
withering glance directed at Kimberly. "So, I'm going to give Christi
three spanks only. Then she is going to give Kimberly her punishment
since Kimberly was probably most of the cause."
"Oh God. You're going to spank us? Please. Please don't. I tried. Really
I did."
"I know Christi. But how will you ever learn to obey me, if I don't
discipline you?"
"Oh God. Please."
"Come here. Over my knee."
Christi hadn't been spanked since she was a small girl. And never nude.
And certainly not bound as she was. She felt completely self conscious
as she meekly draped herself over her captor's lap, bare bottom
available for the paddle.
"Now Christi, this is going to hurt like hell, but remember you are only
going to get three. I want you to count them off."
I gave the poor squirming woman three good swats on the bare behind. As
instructed, she counted them off, between sobs. I could see Kimberly
watching in fascination as Christi took her spanking.
After the third time, I released the sobbing woman and she fell to her
knees trying to ease the pain in her behind with her bound hands. I took
pity on her and released her hands allowing her to rub her red ass.
She'd need her hands free for the next adventure, anyway.
After giving Christi some time to recover, I handed her the paddle that
I'd just used on her.
"Now, I want you to use this on Kimberly. If I think that you are
holding back, you get another five. I think that you should paddle
Kimberly twenty times for her disobedience. Remember that her
disobedience caused you to get punished as well."
"Oh God, I don't want to punish her. Please don't make me do this. I
can't hit another woman. It's not right. Please."
I just motioned her to continue.
"But I can't do it. I can't. Besides, she's tied up sitting. I can't hit
her."
"Look. If you don't start paddling, I'll paddle you again. Hard. And I
might just tie you the same way and paddle your breasts next, just as I
expect you to paddle Kimberly. Or maybe I'll let Kimberly paddle you
until you agree to paddle her. I'm almost sure that I could convince her
to do it."
"Oh God. I can't hit a woman there. Do you have any idea how much that
will hurt?"
"Well, no, but I imagine that it would hurt an awful lot. Maybe that
will convince her to be more cooperative."
Kimberly broke down at this point and began struggling against her bonds
realizing what was about to happen to her poor defenseless breasts.
"Please don't paddle me. I'll do anything. I'll enjoy Christi. I'll come
for you. Anything. Please don't make her hit me. Please. Please." I
could tell that Kimberly was beginning to see that I was pretty serious
about her cooperation.
I wandered over to Christi and gently took the paddle from her hand.
Then without warning, slapped the broadside of the paddle against the
side of her right breast. Christi's face registered the shock of the
blow and then she screamed, reaching up to cradle the breast which no
doubt was stinging beyond belief. Tears of pain sprung to her eyes.
"Now, do you think that you can take twenty of those while bound to a
chair?"
Christi imagined herself bound as Kimberly and realizing that there was
absolutely no way that she could take twenty paddles to the breasts. Her
right breast felt like it was on fire and she knew that I hadn't given
the paddle full force. Worse, it was only on the side of the breast.
Imagine the pain if I had caught a nipple.
Christi, tears in her eyes, her face a mask of resignation, gently took
the paddle from my hand and padded to Kimberly. Crying, I could hear her
tell Kimberly to be brave, and that she was so sorry, that she didn't
want to do this but it was going to happen one way or the other. And
that she was far less strong than her captor. The blows wielded by the
woman wouldn't be nearly as bad as from me.
Christi began by gently slapping Kimberly's right breast on the side.
Tears had begun at Kimberly's eyes, but she was determined not to cry
out.
"Christi. What did I tell you about going easy on her? Hmmmm? I want to
see some serious spanking here, and some had better hit her nipples. Now
start over."
Christi just moaned. She closed her eyes and brought the next paddle
down hard on Kimberly's left breast. I watched as Kimberly's left breast
danced crazily on her chest and she pulled in a big breath of air. To
her credit she still hadn't cried out. The next paddle caught her right
breast and this time she screamed as the paddle touched her right
nipple.
This went on for about fifteen minutes, with the girls resting and
crying throughout the whole ordeal. By the end, there was not an inch of
skin that was not an angry red on Kimberly's tits. I wandered forward
and fondled the sore skin feeling the incredible heat radiating off
Kimberly's tits. Christi had fallen to her bare knees after the
twentieth spank and sobbed. I think it was harder on Christi to hit the
other woman than for Kimberly to receive the blows.
"You bastard," Christi managed to gasp out from her kneeling position.
I just smiled as I bound her wrists behind her back again. "I'll bet
she's more cooperative after this. Now, make love to her."
Christi, still crying, but without hesitation crawled forward and began
to tongue Kimberly. Kimberly, still sobbing from the humiliation and the
pain in her tits, moved her hips as best she could to the comforting
licking from Christi. Within ten minutes, Kimberly had orgasmed in the
ropes. Immediately, Christi had climbed to her feet and still crying had
positioned herself over one of Kimberly's bound knees. Slowly she began
rubbing her bare vagina against the smooth skin of Kimberly's leg and
within ten minutes had worked herself to an orgasm as well. As she
slipped to the floor in humiliation, and exhaustion, I wandered over and
petted her head. I quickly slipped a dog collar around her throat and
ran a chain with a padlock to a nearby pillar. I left her hands securely
bound behind her.
"You can rest now, I'll be back in a few minutes." "Take your time,"
Christi replied from the floor.
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I quickly gathered the items that we had picked up in the store and
returned with them in a bag. I then took a length of soft rope and
wrapped it securely around Kimberly's red and sore tits.
Kimberly was not happy about it, "Please let me go? My tits are so sore,
please, please leave them alone. Not there. I did what you wanted.
Please let me go."
I ignored her and tightly wrapped the base of her bare breasts until
they bulged uncomfortably.
"Okay, you have your choice," I told Kimberly, "either I can put
clothespins on your nipples which will stay there for a few hours, or I
can get Christi to spank your tits again while they are bound like
that."
"What kind of choice is that?" Kimberly shot back at me from her bound
position. "God, if I'd known you were going to torture me like this, I'd
never have let you tie me up."
"You didn't have a choice. Now I am giving you one. Choose."
"I can't choose."
"All right, Christi, get the paddle ready."
"Oh God, not that. It hurt like hell before you tied my tits up. Oh god.
No, I can't take that. Please. I choose the clothespins."
"Too late, you should have picked when you had the chance."
"Oh God, please have mercy."
"Beg me."
"Please. Please. Oh God, mercy."
"Beg me to put clothespins on your nipples rather than a tit spanking."
"Jesus. I can't ... please put your damnable clothespins on my bound
tits. Please don't spank them, they hurt so horribly, I can't take
another spanking, please I'll do anything you want. I'll suck, I'll
crawl, I'll do anything, but please don't spank my tits again. Please,
the clothespins. Please."
I reached forward and stroked her exposed right nipple. With her tits
bound the way they were, and recently paddled, her sensitive nipple came
erect very quickly. I quickly snapped the clothespin onto her nipple
causing her to scream as the unrelenting pressure was transferred to her
aching tits. I waited until the pain in her breast had become a dull
ache, and then quickly did the same thing to her left breast.
I showed her the paddle. "Thank me for allowing you to beg for the
clothespins."
"Argh, you bastard," she managed to choke out between sobs.
I brought the paddle closer to her exposed tits.
"Alright, alright, thank you for letting me beg. Thank you for putting
those evil pins on my nipples. I deserved it."
"We'll be back in a while to see how you are doing."
"Please don't leave me like this. They hurt so much."
I released Christi's hands from behind her back, and gathered up the
chain attached to her collar. I cast a bubble of normal time around
Kimberly, so that she would remain in the chair and feel her tortured
tits while we were gone.
I spoke to Christi, "Now you are going to crawl home. And everytime I
think you are moving too slow, you get one of these." I brought the
pingpong paddle down onto her bare ass which made her cry out and
stumble forward on her hands and knees.
She began to crawl slowly towards the front of the store.
Christi couldn't believe the events of the last few hours. She had been
kidnapped, naked, made to walk down the middle of the street nude to the
hardware store. Then bound, and forced to hit and torture another bound
and naked woman. Then make love to her, and now forced to her hands and
knees, breasts swinging between her pistoning arms, crawling down the
middle of the street as though she was her captor's pet. Her whole body
flushed at what she had become.
When she had finally crawled back to her home, I let her rise off her
hands and knees. Her palms and knees were red and sore from the long
crawl and the harsh pavement but she didn't complain.
"Wrists."
She obediently held out her slender wrists. I slipped a pair of
handcuffs around her wrists and snapped them closed.
"Please, you don't need to keep me tied up. You know I can't escape."
I ignored her, "Where's your car?"
Christi padded to the garage and opened the door with difficulty
considering her bound wrists. A Jimmy 4x4 sat in the garage.
"Keys?"
"They're in the house. Are you going to let me go?", we began to walk
back to the house.
"Not yet, but eventually I have to return the world back to its normal
state. at that point you'll return to your living room, where you'll
continue your work out as if nothing had happened here. You won't
remember a thing."
"How do you control the world like you do?"
I felt like talking, "I just control time with my thoughts. The rest of
the world has simply lost its fourth dimension of time. Everything is
stopped. But I can slow it down, and I can get it to flow normally, like
it is for us. The rest is just smoke and mirrors. I can't get caught
because nobody has the time to do it. Simple. And after I tire of this
game, I can just return the world to the state it was in before I messed
with it. And you don't remember a thing."
By this point we had gotten the keys. And were walking back to the
garage.
"Can anyone control time?"
"Well, you have to know how, but I think so, yes."
"Why are you doing this to me? Why me?"
"I am doing this, humiliating, tormenting and controlling you because I
like to. And I can. Why you? Because you happened to interest me.
Simple."
She lost herself in thought for a moment. "Will you let me torment
another woman if I do everything you ask?" she asked me shyly.
This completely threw me. She had been so opposed to torturing Kimberly
in the store. Was it a trick of some kind? Or was she trying to get into
my favour so that I wouldn't treat her as badly? Making the best of a
bad situation? I'm not sure it mattered one way or the other. Either way
it had me intrigued.
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By this point, we had reached the garage.
"I want you to drive us to your mother's office."
"Why on Earth ..."
"Just do it."
She shrugged and opened the doors. We climbed in, and she struggled with
the ignition and the steering wheel with her bound hands.
"Why?", I asked her.
"Why what," she replied as she drove slowly. She was having to weave in
and out and around frozen traffic.
"Why do you want to torment another woman."
"Well, I don't care who it is, I'd like to torment a guy, but I doubt if
you'll let me do that. I'd even torment Kimberly again if you want."
"Why?"
"Oh God. Here goes. I've always had these fantasies about being
dominant. Having complete control over someone. Tying them up.
Humiliating them. Taking away every scrap of dignity. Like what you did
to Kimberly. Mostly guys though. It turns me on. But, you have you
understand, I'd never do that in real life. Never hurt someone
intentionally. Never torture someone. It's just a fantasy dammit", tears
were beginning to form in her eyes. "I was struggling between enjoying
torturing Kimberly and running from my feelings, that's all. It's all
very confusing. God."
I had to grab the wheel and swerve around a truck that Christi was about
to drive into. Her eyes had clouded over and the tears were blurring her
vision.
"Stop the car before you kill us." Christi hit the brakes.
"So, you actually enjoyed torturing Kimberly."
"Sort of. Yeah. But I was so torn. It just seemed so cruel and
unnecessary. If I could have I would have killed you for making me to
that to her. But something deep down inside me sort of liked having that
power as well. And now that you've explained that the domination isn't
permanent, that eventually everything goes back to normal and everyone
forgets everything, I figure that I might as well have fun, if I can. If
you'll let me."
"What about when I dominate you?"
"Well, I have to be honest, I don't enjoy that, so I guess you can still
have your fun with me. It is so foreign to be sitting here handcuffed
and naked talking to my tormentor. God, I hated you at first. Still do
when you're making me do things I don't want."
"Okay, I got some things to think about here. Keep driving, and keep
quiet unless I say that you can talk."
She looked heartbroken but she shut up and began driving again.
I had to decide if this was a ploy to get out of me hurting, humiliating
and dominating her. To become a partner while I had control of her
perhaps to get me to let down my guard. But what would that gain her?
Nothing while I controlled time. I could hand her my gun, and easily
stop time before she had any chance to use it. And she would be risking
such unimaginable punishment. And even if she did manage to kill me
somehow in this time line, the equations say that without the
controlling thought patterns, time will merely resume at the point where
it left off. With me alive and well. It simply didn't make sense. Or was
she telling the truth about her dominant feelings. If she was telling
the truth then she might be real fun because she normally wasn't
submissive. And it might be more fun still to have help tormenting other
women with a more-or-less willing participant.
What to do? I was still tossing these things around in my mind when we
pulled into an office building parking lot. I had Christi park in a
handicapped spot and I led her into the building.
Elevators didn't seem like a great idea, hard to determine where to cast
an appropriate time bubble to ensure that they work and everything else
remains frozen. So I had Christi pad barefoot up the fire stairs in
front of me. By the seventeenth floor she was winded. She opened the
fire door to get onto the floor. She led me to an office complex where
her mother had a closed in office. She was sitting at the desk
apparently talking on the phone. She was a trim woman in her late
thirties or early forties. I could tell that Christi was uncomfortable,
by the way she had stiffened, being in the office, collared, naked, and
still handcuffed in front of her mother. Despite the fact that her
mother was frozen and completely unaware of the events going on around
her. Looking at the faces, I could see the family resemblance between
the two women, though the mother was slightly more petite and brunette
whereas Christi was stronger, taller and blonde.
I moved forward and moved the phone from her mother's ear and hung it
up. The name plate on the desk said her name was "Linda LaSalle".
"Okay. I am going to start up time in the office in a moment," I
informed Christi, "your mother is going to believe that we just appeared
out of thin air, since that is essentially what it will look like to
her. I am going to hold the gun to your head. You have to calm her down,
remember that she doesn't know anything about this time stuff, so she'll
think that the rest of the office is still operating as normal. I want
her to think that. I am going to use the threat of hurting you to
control her. Got it. If you perform well, I'll provide a situation where
you can completely dominate the woman of your choice. Cool?"
Christi gulped and nodded. She knew that she was going to find herself
naked, cuffed in front of her mother in a moment. And she was going to
have to get her own mother into a similar situation.
I idly wondered how Kimberly was doing tied in her chair in the hardware
store, nipples on fire, breasts aching, alone.
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Gathering my resources, I extended a sphere of influence to encompass
the the immediate office, and things sprang to life. Her mother simply
began moving. She looked quizzically at the phone, I suppose wondering
how it had simply jumped from her hand to the cradle. She looked up and
saw me and Christi standing in front of her closed door. Her daughter in
handcuffs and nude with a gun aimed at her head. Her mother's hand flew
to her mouth exclaiming an understated "Oh my."
Christi began her performance. I don't know how she remained calm
considering her situation. Maybe she had figured out that it was
unlikely that she was going to get shot if she cooperated fully. Maybe
the promise about controlling a woman got to her. I don't know.
"Mom, be calm and nobody, least of all me, will get hurt."
Her mother began to reach for the phone.
"Mom, please, he's going to shoot me if you do anything dumb," I could
almost hear the panic and tears in her voice.
Her mother's hand hesitated on the way to the phone.
"Wh-What do you want?" she directed the question to me.
"I want you to do exactly as I say and I won't blow big holes in Christi
here."
"My purse is over there in the corner. I can get it if you want."
Why do people always assume that these things are about money. I have
her daughter naked, collared, and aiming a gun at her, and she assumes I
want money. Like I went to all that trouble, when I could have wandered
in here and pointed that gun at her, and get the money with a lot less
aggravation. I'll never figure out human nature.
I rolled my eyes, "I don't want your purse. What I want is for you to
climb up on your desk."
"Huh?"
"Climb up on your desk. Sweep everything off it, and get up on it."
"What?"
"Mom, please do as he says ..." Christi chimed in with just the right
amount of shake in her voice. "He's serious."
Linda shook her head and began moving things off her desk carefully. I
let her pile up the bits and pieces from the desk off to a corner of the
room and then carefully climbed up on top of the desk. She was wearing a
business suit with high heels. She was a stunning woman, and I couldn't
wait to see her without all those interfering clothes. She stood there
with her head held high, hands on her hips waiting for the next
instructions.
"What job do you do here?"
"I'm a managing partner."
"What does that mean?"
"I've got a share in the business, and I basically run the office. What
do you want? How did you find my daughter? Why is she naked? How did you
get in here?"
"All in good time, my lady. First I want you to take off your jacket."
"Excuse me?"
"See your daughter? She's naked. That's how you are going to be in a
second."
"Someone is going to come in, you realize. I have a noon appointment.
Why don't you let my daughter go and then we can talk about what you
want."
"Please Mom, do what he says. I've seen him use that thing. He'll
sh-shoot me if you don't do what he says. Then he'll shoot you. Please."
"Listen lady, if someone comes through that door, I'll shoot him.
Problem solved." Both Christi and her mother cringed. I was pretty sure
that nobody was about to come through that door. "Now off with that
jacket."
Linda moved slowly, still trying to reason with me as she removed her
jacket. "Listen, you don't have to do this. Leave Christi here, leave me
alone and you can just walk out of here. We won't even report it."
Her jacket fell to the floor.
"Enough chatter. Now your blouse."
The blouse followed the jacket.
"Now the slacks."
She slipped the suit pants down her legs and dropped them on the floor.
Now she was standing on her desk in heels, panties and her bra.
"Finish off."
She hesitated. I doubt if she wanted to be naked in front of her
daughter any more than her daughter wanted to be naked here either. Not
to mention being nude in front of me, a complete stranger.
"Please. Not that. Take the money. Anything."
Again with the money. I decided to play with her a bit. "How much money
to got in there?" I nodded towards her purse.
"Two hundred dollars or so. I just went to the bank this morning. Take
it and go. Please." Linda was beginning to seem hopeful.
"I don't think that would be enough. I think the sight of you naked is
worth more than a couple hundred bucks. Don't you think so? But you did
say anything right?"
Her face had fallen, but she quickly perked back up. She nodded.
"How about if I get Christi here to crawl around the room?"
"Oh God."
"No? How about if I get you to crawl around the room?"
"You are a bastard."
"Sex? Would you give me a blowjob if I let Christi go?"
"Bastard. Yes."
"Hmmm. Seems to me that you'd do that anyway. Continue with the strip
show."
"Please, let Christi go. I can't in front of my daughter. Please."
I pressed the gun into Christi's soft temple. She cried out with the
renewed pressure, her cuffed hands inadvertently reaching up. "God, Mom,
please do what he says."
In resignation, Linda reached behind herself and unclasped her bra.
Closing her eyes she slipped the straps from her shoulders displaying
her smallish breasts. She kicked off her shoes, and pulled off her
nylons. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes.
"The panties too, Linda."
A tear had formed in the corner of her eye but she slipped her fingers
into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She
stepped out of them. Her resolve returned and she stood up straight and
her hands returned to her hips. Didn't even try to cover her nudity.
I had her turn around. She did, slowly moving her body around displaying
it standing up on the desk.
It was a fairly big office. The desk was situated right in the middle of
the office.
"Two tasks, Linda."
"Huh?"
"I want you to open all the blinds to your office." All the shades were
drawn across the exterior windows of her office.
"Why?"
"Just in case someone from another building wants to watch as the
managing partner of the firm takes a mid-morning run around her office
completely nude."
"Oh my God."
"Come on get to it. I'll tell you when to stop. Christi, up on the
desk."
I guided Christi to the desk while her mother began to open the blinds.
I sat back in Linda's comfortable chair and watched as Christi struggled
to stand up on the desk where her mother was previously. I ran my
fingers idly up and down Christi's calf as her mother began to jog
around the spacious office. Her bare feet pounding against the carpet.
Her unsupported breasts jiggling to the rhythm of her run. Leg muscles
straining, lungs working.
"Please don't make me do this. I've never been so humiliated in all my
life."
"Shut up and keep running. Unless you'd like to be gagged. If you stop,
I blow a hole in Christi's leg."
Linda's mouth clapped shut and she continued jogging. Christi watched in
silence her mother's humiliation.
After about twenty minutes I could tell that Linda was tiring. I debated
whether to keep her running until she had to stop and then punish her,
but elected to humiliate her more.
"Okay, Linda. Good. You can stop now."
Linda stopped running and stood still trying to catch her breath. Her
bare breasts moved up and down rapidly with her breathing. Nothing like
a nude female winded. I drank up the sight until she had nearly caught
her breath.
"Down on all fours. Crawl around the office."
"You have. To. Be. Kidding."
"Do I look like I'm kidding."
Linda sighed, and obediently fell to her hands and knees and began
crawling slowly.
"Christi, take this paddle and anytime she slows down, I want you to
give her a swat."
"Please no. It's my own mother. Isn't it bad enough that I've had to
watch this? Isn't it enough that I'm humiliated in front of her?"
"Would you rather feel it on your tits?"
Christi scowled and took the paddle from me and jumped down from the
desk and walked over to where her nude mother was struggling to crawl. I
watched as she gave her mother a good swat on the ass. Linda let out a
yelp but picked up the pace.
I wandered over to the door and let myself out of the office trusting
that Christi would be able to convince her mother that escape was
futile. And that they had better continue obeying me if they didn't want
to be punished.
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The lady seated outside in a cramped cube had the name plate of "Andrea
Reance". Title "Executive Secretary". So this is the woman that makes
the coffee and does all the calendars. This gave me a wonderful idea,
but not yet.
I suddenly walked back into Linda's office. I had caught her trying to
convince Christi that they had to attack me. But she was still crawling.
Christi was obeying me to the best of her ability. I had to give her
that. But then again, I hadn't been gone very long.
"Attack me?"
Christi looked scared that I had heard that.
"It's okay, Christi, I think I've figured out that you aren't involved
in that sort of thing. Had enough punishment for one day?"
Christi meekly nodded.
"Linda, I want you to lay face up on the desk, feet and hands over the
edges.
I handed the bag of restraints to Christi. She just looked at them. "Tie
her to the desk."
Christi whispered back, "Please don't make me do this, it's my own
mother. When I said I wanted to dominate another woman I didn't mean
her."
Linda had crawled up onto the desk and draped herself over it as asked.
I still have the gun pointed at her daughter, but I could see that if I
slipped up before I had full control of her, there might be trouble.
Nothing that an adjustment to the Time continuum couldn't handle but
better to be safe than sorry. I didn't want to have to start all over
again either.
"Christi, I'm not fooling around here. I'll shoot you if you don't do as
I ask. But to be clear, your mother isn't the woman that I promised you
at the beginning of this. This is just interesting to me."
Christi swallowed and turned away. Approached her mother lying on the
desk. She began with Linda's wrists and soon had them trussed down to
the legs of the desk. Same thing with the bare ankles, attaching them
wide to the legs of the desk. Her mother looked rather uncomfortable
across her own desk.
"So, what now? You rape me? When I can't do anything? My daughter at
gunpoint? Me tied up, defenseless?"
"Madam, you give me more credit than I am due. If I wanted to rape you I
would have done so long ago. And I would have made you beg me to do it.
Seeing a daughter's breasts with bullet holes in them will make a mother
do bizarre things."
Linda went white as she realized that I probably could make her do
anything I wanted. I could see it in her frightened eyes. I could make
her beg to be raped. The thought was really disturbing her. I could see
it in her eyes, the confusion, the frustration. Why hadn't anyone come
to help her and her daughter? What was wrong with the world? I guess
Christi hadn't filled her in on the details while I had stepped out of
the office. That was good. I liked her confused.
I picked up the paddle and aimed the gun at Christi.
"Okay, now comes the hard part. Christi, I want you to make love to your
mother. Remember Kimberly?"
They both began to protest together. Linda began to sob quietly and
Christi began to pull at the handcuffs. It was Christi that spoke first.
"Please don't make me do that. I can't do that. It's my mother for
chrissakes. I could barely do it to Kimberly. Please. Please. I'll do
anything. Anything at all. But please, I can't."
Linda was trying to get out of the bonds, but I had double checked that
Christi had tied her mother down adequately. The desk was shaking, but
that was all. I let the women tire themselves out and then aimed the gun
at Linda's right breast.
"Okay, this can be simple or this can be hard. I'm going to count to
five, if you are not between your mother's legs by then, I'm going to
start making very painful holes in her body starting with her tits."
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
Christi began to realize that she was going to have trouble making it to
her assigned position in time.
"Don't give him the satisfaction, Christi."
"I'm so sorry Mom," she whispered. "But you don't know how much that is
going to hurt."
"Four."
Christi ran as fast as her bare legs could carry her. Leaning over the
end of the desk, and just got her head down between her mother's legs as
I said, "Five."
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I watched as Christi, sobbing began to tongue her mother between the
legs. I could see her body shaking with the sobs. Yup, she was a
specimen.
I could see that Linda was doing her level best to ignore her daughter's
tongue.
"Linda, if you don't orgasm to Christi's tongue in five minutes, you
will be regretting it. I'd be trying to concentrate on that tongue if I
was you."
Christi stopped long enough to raise her head. "Please Mom. You have no
idea what he is capable of." I could see her thoughts returning to the
couple of hours we spent in the hardware store. And of Kimberly still
sitting there with her bare breasts in agony.
Christi lowered her head and continued her ministrations; but I could
see that Linda was completely ignoring it, concentrating on something
else far away, perhaps another place where she wasn't nude, tied to her
desk and her own nude and bound daughter toying with her clitoris with
her tongue.
After five futile minutes, I walked forward. "When you want me to stop,
you let me know. Christi, continue no matter what you hear."
"You don't scare me, you filthy pig," brave words from a naked bound
lady.
I simply stood over her bound form and let the paddle fall gently onto
her right breast. Even a light slap like that caused her to take a big
breath and hold it against the pain.
"You sure you want to do this? If it goes on long enough I'll make you
come while I'm paddling your breasts."
"Oh god."
I brought the evil paddle down on her left breast hitting her nipple.
The flesh bounced crazily against her ribs and she couldn't help crying
out. The next blow landed on her right breast, same place. She hadn't
even had time to recover from the left blow. Her resolve melted and she
screamed with that one. I continued, giving her some minor breaks, she
continued screaming but never asked me to stop. Finally after about
fifteen blows to her breasts, her resolve completely broke.
"Ahhhhhh. Argh. Please. Mercy. Stop."
I gave her one more.
And through her sobbing, I heard her say haltingly. "I'll do as you ask.
Please stop hitting my tits. God. Argh. God. You have no idea how much
that hurts. Oh my God."
"You'll orgasm? Unreservedly."
"Yes. You motherfucker. Yes. Just stop hitting me. Please. For the love
of God."
"Beg to orgasm."
Christi was still working away between her legs all through the
punishment. Shaking, knowing what hell her mother was going through.
Sobbing through her work.
"You bastard. Beg?"
I showed her the paddle.
"Oh my god, you bastard. Please. Please let me orgasm."
"How?"
"Please no more hitting me. Please. I can't beg."
I raised the paddle and gently traced it down her very red right breast,
tracing it across her abused nipple.
"How?"
"Oh god. My daughter. Please let my daughter bring me to orgasm. Let me
cum. You son-of-a-bitch. Please let my daughter eat me out. Jesus, my
tits."
I watched as she began to concentrate on the sensations of her
daughter's tongue. Trying not to cry out, but in the end, finally
orgasming in her bonds. She fell back against the desk and Christi
slowly raised herself from between her mother's legs. I could see her
tongue working itself; working out the cramps. Yes, that tongue
certainly had had a workout today.
Linda was quietly sobbing on her desk. I motioned Christi to join me and
she padded over.
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I had her sit in one of the visitor's chairs in the corner of the room.
Nervously, she sat down. I removed the handcuffs from her wrists and
moved her arms back behind her and behind the chair. I snapped the
handcuffs back on her, and she winced.
I wrapped her ankles in rope, holding them to the chair.
"Please, you know you don't have to tie me up. I'm not going anywhere.
Please."
"I just need you out of the way for a while."
"Please don't punish me. I did everything you asked."
I guess she was thinking of Kimberly in the store, tied in a similar
manner. To a chair, naked.
"You aren't going to be punished. Just tied up for a while. I'll let you
out. I promise. You did well. I just need to do something. And you can't
be around in that state."
"Where are you going? How long are we going to be here? You are going to
grab another one aren't you?"
"All in good time. I will be back though."
I quickly stepped to the door and was through it. I waited for a few
minutes on the other side of the door. I could hear the two women
talking softly in the office, trying to make sense of their situation.
Probably trying to figure out a way out of this. At least for Linda. I'm
not sure if Christi wanted out before she had a chance to enjoy no
responsibility.
Andrea was a younger woman, probably mid-twenties. Fantastic boobs.
Short brunette hair. Good figure.
I sat down in her cramped cubicle on the corner of her desk. I hid the
gun. I didn't want to panic her. I wanted her cooperation. I needed to
talk to her. If necessary, I would use the gun to get her to do what I
wanted. I extended normal time to encompass her cubicle and she
continued reaching for the appointment book which she had been doing
when I stopped the world. To her it would have seemed like I had just
appeared out of nowhere. Her startled scream echoed through the still
office.
"Where the hell did you come from?" asked the surprised woman. Other
than the initial screech, she had composed herself PDQ. If she had
noticed how quiet the rest of the world seemed, she didn't say anything.
"Magic," I smiled winningly at her. "Your name is Andrea?"
"Yeah? Who the hell are you?"
I realized that I hadn't given anyone in this timeline my name. Not even
Christi or her mother knew the name of the man that was humiliating and
tormenting them.
"Doesn't matter. Can I show you something?"
Wary. "I guess, but I have a lot of work to do."
I led Andrea to the adjoining cube. Her eyes widened as she saw her
workmate, frozen, unmoving. I pointed to the frozen woman. "Who's that?"
"That's Jackie Kimpton," she said bewildered and probably a bit
concerned. "What have you done to her?"
"Nothing, just frozen things."
"What? How? Why?" Andrea was starting to get confused. She wandered
forward and touched Jackie's face. She withdrew her finger.
"Yeah, she's not aware of anything. Just frozen. I can make her unfreeze
if you like, but I want to show you something. I want you to
understand."
"All right," still wary but not knowing what was going on.
I wandered up to Jackie, and readied myself. I cast a bubble of time
around her. Her eyes opened wide as she saw me appear in front of her as
if from thin air. I quickly slapped her face before she had any idea
what was happening. Jackie screamed. Andrea screamed. And I removed the
sphere of influence that had surrounded Jackie. She snapped back to her
initial position as though nothing had happened.
I turned to Andrea, who was indignant. "What the hell did you do that
for?"
"Look at her. She is in the same position as she was before. No hand
mark. No pain. Nothing happened."
"But you slapped her for no reason. I saw you do it."
"Correct, but this is what I wanted to show you. When I restart the
world, she will not remember anything. No slap. She won't even remember
that she had been unfrozen." I didn't feel like explaining the physics
of time manipulation to Andrea.
"Cool, I guess. But why am I awake?"
"Andrea, how do you like your boss?"
Bewildered by the abrupt change of conversation, she replied warily,
"Ms. LaSalle? Alright, I guess."
"Just alright?"
"She can be a bit of a dragon."
"Ever think of getting back at her?"
"Sure, I guess. Doesn't every secretary?"
"I'll make a deal with you. Remember how I snapped Jackie in and out? I
have to do that to everyone. I can't selectively wake someone and then
have them keep their memories of this place and time. You included. If I
wanted to I could put you back at your desk now and this conversation
would have never happened. Or I can keep you awake until I restart the
world, at which point you are going to snap back to your desk as though
nothing ever happened. Same difference. Understand?"
"Sort of."
"How would you like to get back at your boss? Have her as your slave for
a few hours?"
"I'd pay you."
"I may take you up on that, but I doubt if I'd want money." Andrea
smiled knowingly and licked her lips, surprising the hell out of me.
"Anyway, while you were sleeping at your desk, I have been having some
fun with your boss, Linda."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. She's currently in ... an awkward position. Go on in."
Andrea was about to knock on the door out of habit, but I stayed her
arm.
"You are the boss now."
Andrea gripped the door knob and pushed, letting herself into Linda's
office. She gasped as she saw her sobbing boss tied up naked across the
desk.
"Oh my God."
"Andrea?", the naked woman asked through her quiet tears.
"Ms. LaSalle?"
She hadn't noticed Christi tied to the chair in the corner yet.
Andrea turned to me. "I don't know if I can do this."
"Well, that's up to you. I'm going to leave you with Linda. What you do
with her is entirely up to you. You can let her go if you like. But keep
in mind that Linda will do whatever you say," I turned to the bound
woman on the desk. "Won't you?".
"Jesus. Please don't do this. I can't."
I walked over and picked up the paddle.
"God. Please no more. My poor tits. Please no more, argh ahhhhhh.
Goddamn that hurts. Please. I'll do whatever she says, just don't hit my
tits again. Please."
Andrea had a strange smile on her face.
"What can I do to her?"
"Pretty much anything you want. Remember that she'll revert back as
though nothing happened when I restart the world. You won't remember it
either; may as well have fun now. Just don't leave the office. If you
do, you'll just revert back to your frozen state before I woke you. End
of fun."
To my surprise, Andrea hooked her fingers into the waistband of her
skirt and slipped it down her legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear.
I just stared at her.
"Don't look so surprised. I used to be a stripper before I got this job.
I don't mind being naked. I ain't shy." Andrea saw that I was surprised
about her lack of underwear. "I don't wear panties. Find them
uncomfortable." She shrugged.
I just shook my head and turned to Christi. She was staring ahead at her
nude bound mother and her secretary, bottomless, heading towards the
desk.
I used a knife to cut the bindings holding Christi's bare ankles to the
chair she was in. She gratefully flexed her calves and rose out of the
chair, her hands still cuffed behind her.
I walked Christi towards the door, looking back to see Andrea straddling
her boss's head, pinching her sore nipples, caressing her own and
forcing Linda to lift her head to tongue her. I left some toys for
Andrea, some cuffs, the paddle and some rope. I'm sure that she put them
to good use.
"Alright girls, I may be back to check on you," looking at Andrea. "And
to collect on your debt."
Andrea took her fingers away from fondling Linda's breast long enough to
wave, and then turned back to her task as I shook my head and led
Christi out of the room, allowing her one last look at her mother, nude,
humiliated and raped by her secretary.
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