Time Out Of Time - Volume Two Part 12

Finally she spoke. "Please. I'm sorry. Please. It will never happen again. I'll do anything you want. Even a-a.n.a.l s.e.x. My arms hurt. Please. Can't we loosen the ropes? Just a bit? I have to stand on my toes."

"Karen. Didn't I tell you that you'd be punished if you didn't obey?"

"Oh G.o.d. Yes."

"Part of your punishment is that tight rope holding you. You got a problem with that?"

I heard Elizabeth moan.

"Please. It just hurts. I just wanted it loosened. Just a bit. Please? What did I ever do to you? You don't need to hurt me."

I shook my head. Tears began to form in her eyes. It was actually pretty. She was realizing that she didn't have a lot of control over what happened to her.

"Please. What are you going to do to me? Please. I'll do anything for you. You don't have to hurt me. I let you put me here. Didn't I?" Her bare body was shaking and straining at the ropes holding her. She squirmed a bit under my steady gaze.

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

"No. No. Please G.o.d. No."

"Karen. Do you know what the punishment for lying is?"

"Oh G.o.d. What?"

"Worse than for running. Now. Do you deserve punishment?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"The truth. I laid out the rules. Did you break them? Did you disobey?"

"Oh G.o.d. I did. But ..."

"Then do you deserve punishment?"

"Please don't make me do this."

"Do you?"

"I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Yes. I deserve punishment."

"Good. That's what I thought as well."

"Oh s.h.i.+t. Please."

"Karen. Do you have a cuc.u.mber in the refrigerator?"

"What?"

"A cuc.u.mber."

"I think so."

I turned to the refrigerator and opened it. I checked out the vegetable drawer and found a medium sized English cuc.u.mber. I picked it up and closed the fridge door. Karen watched all this with real fear in her eyes.

"Karen. Have you ever m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed with a vegetable? I hear that some women do."

"Please."

Elizabeth piped up from her chair. "Oh G.o.d. You can't do that to her. It will kill her."

I turned to the bound woman in the chair. "Would you rather have it?"

"Yes. I'll take it for her. She's a recent mother for Christ sakes. You have no idea how much that thing will hurt her."

"I'm counting on it."

"G.o.d. You are a b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"It won't kill her." I turned back to Karen. "Have you ever used a cuc.u.mber before?"

"No. Yes."

"No? Yes?"

Her face flushed. "Oh G.o.d. Yes. A couple of times. I was just experimenting. Please. You said you wouldn't rape me."

"And I won't. At least not in any standard way."

"I won't let you."

"Karen. Look at yourself. You are hanging from your wrists. You are completely naked. All I have to do is to use a bit more rope and tie your ankles to a broomstick. You'll be hanging from your wrists. Off the floor. And you can't stop me from doing anything to you. You really want to go through that?"

I watched her face as the mental image burning into her mind. Knowing the pain that would be caused if I did what I threatened. A tear overfilled her left eye and traced down her face.

"Please. Use some lubrication? Please?"

That I could do. I walked up to her. I placed the vegetable on the counter behind her bound body. I slowly traced my hands down her body, starting at her bound wrists, down her bare arms. Down her sides. Brus.h.i.+ng the sides of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Down over her hips, ending at her straining ankles. Traced her instep while she was still trying to stay on her toes. To her credit she shuddered at the touches, but didn't try to move away. She couldn't have gone far anyway, but she could have moved her feet away from my touches quite easily. I carefully took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. Pressed gently. Her nipples unconsciously came erect. She shuddered again.

She mumbled one word. "Please."

I retrieved the cuc.u.mber. I judged that she shouldn't have any trouble with it, if I wasn't too rough. I held it up to her mouth. She looked at the vegetable in fear. Knowing that soon it was going to be violating her. Whether she wanted it, or not.

"Open."

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I slowly placed the end of the cuc.u.mber into her mouth. She automatically began to mimic oral s.e.x on it. Probably thinking that this is what I wanted. Tears falling down her face.

"Just hold it."

She struggled to hold the thing in her mouth. Her teeth gently sinking into the flesh of the vegetable. She lowered her head, as the weight of the thing tried to pull it out of her mouth. She tried to mumble something around the gagging cuc.u.mber and then gave up.

Leaving her like that, I wandered over to the equipment pack which was placed by Elizabeth's bound feet. She spoke to me as I crouched down, searching. "You f.u.c.ked up b.a.s.t.a.r.d. She's a new mother for Christ sakes. You can't do this to her. This is going to kill her."

"Elizabeth. Haven't you earned yourself enough punishment?"

She paled. "Please. Have some compa.s.sion."

I looked up at the bound girl. "Elizabeth. Whatever I do to her, she won't remember. Whatever I have to do to you, you will remember. For a while anyway."

"Yeah. She'll forget in like a few weeks when you let her go."

"Elizabeth. I don't know why I'm even telling you this. But I'm not keeping her."

"Why not? She's gorgeous. Your type."

"I'm not keeping her. She's going to be tormented. And then I'll let her go. I swear it."

"That doesn't make it any better what you are doing." But she wasn't convinced. I honestly think Elizabeth felt better knowing that the girl was going to be released. I could see it in her body. The way she relaxed. Her body language accentuated by her ropes and her nudity.

I had found what I was looking for. Lubricant. And the nipple clamps.

I walked back over to the bound mother. Still frightened. But effectively gagged. I could see her drool beginning to coat the end of the cuc.u.mber in her mouth. She tried to look up, but the weight of the cuc.u.mber prevented her head from rising too far. Her eyes flashed at me and she tried to mumble something around her gag.

I put the nipple clamps on the counter behind her and used my hand to raise the other end of the cuc.u.mber. Keeping it in her mouth, but raising her head. She was forced to watch as I carefully spread lubricant over the end of the vegetable. Pleading in her eyes. I gently pulled the cuc.u.mber from her mouth and held it up. I carefully used her hair to wipe the slight remaining lubricant from my fingers. She cringed at this use of her hair, but didn't complain. She began to beg.

"Please. You can't do this. I don't want this. Please. Please don't put that thing in me. I'll have s.e.x with you. I'll crawl. I swear I'll never run again. Oh G.o.d. Please. You can leave me tied up. Forever."

I traced the drool moistened end of the cuc.u.mber down her body leaving a very light wet trail. Between her taut b.r.e.a.s.t.s and down her belly. I paused at her belly b.u.t.ton and she tried to dance away. Didn't get very far. I traced it through her spa.r.s.e pubic hair. She had closed her eyes. Trying to somehow will away what was happening to her.

I reversed the vegetable. Presenting the lubricated end towards her body. As I touched her thighs she took a deep breath and parted them for me. I guess she didn't want them bound apart. With her legs apart she really did have to stand on her toes to take any pressure off her bound wrists.

I slowly ran the unwelcome probe along her outer lips and she shuddered. Standing bound. Unable to stop this invasion. Softly crying.

I gently began to part her lips and press the vegetable into her. She cried out, but with the amount of lubrication on the phallus, she couldn't prevent it from slipping into her, no matter how much she resisted with her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles. I touched her between her folds. Completely dry. Understandable.

She cried out a number of times as the cuc.u.mber slowly slipped into her. Tears were flowing down her face as she cried. Cried from the invasion. From the humiliation. From her absolute powerlessness. Finally, I felt it bottom against her cervix. She cried out again as she felt it from the other end.

"That's it, I guess."

"Oh G.o.d. Please. Take it out. Please."

"Karen. Honey. I'd get used to it being there."

"You're leaving it in? You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I can't take it."

"You can. You already have."

There was a good portion of the cuc.u.mber protruding from her shaking body. My fingers preventing the slippery intrusion from falling out under the influence of gravity. I began to wrap some cord around her waist. She cried out and opened her eyes. She spoke. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you don't push it out." I could feel her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles pulsating. The pulses running along the cuc.u.mber from deep inside her. She probably wasn't consciously doing it. Her body was just trying its best to get rid of the overlarge object invading it. I actually kind of hoped that she wouldn't cramp because of it. But if she did, I guess that was life.

I finished the rope belt around her waist, tying it off. I dropped a length of the cord down between her legs. I carefully wrapped the end of the cuc.u.mber with the cord making sure that it was secured. I then ran the cord up behind her, between her b.u.t.tocks and tied it off. The belt and the ropes securely holding her invader in her body. Her body was wracked with sobs. Realizing that this thing was going to be in her until I chose to remove it. With her hands bound, she had absolutely no way to remove the cuc.u.mber from herself.

I wandered back to the kitchen table and sat backward on one of Karen's chairs. I sat beside Elizabeth who was watching Karen with a kind of morbid fascination. I watched the bound woman as well. She struggled with her wrists. Alternately pulling against them and bucking her hips. Moving her legs. Dancing on her toes. Trying to loosen any of the knots. Trying to find the least painful position. Given her restraints, I don't imagine any position was particularly comfortable. Anything to bring about some comfort for her aching body. After letting her struggle for about five minutes she looked over at me. Forlorn expression on her face.

She just begged. "Please. Please let me go."

"Karen? You have to be punished yet."

"Oh G.o.d. This isn't the punishment?"

"Part of it."

"What are you going to do to me? G.o.d. Please just let me go."

I finally got up and rummaged through the pack again. I found the blindfold I was looking for. I don't think I'd ever blindfolded any of the girls I tormented. Always a first time. I didn't want Karen to know what was going to happen to her.

I approached her and picked up the large knife from the counter where she'd placed it much earlier. Her eyes widened, her face went ashen and her whole body began to tremble.

"Please. Don't cut me. I'll do whatever you want. You can stick the cuc.u.mber up my a.s.s if you want. Please. Not a knife. Oh G.o.d. You can't be serious. I'll do anything. Anything."

"Karen. I'm not going to cut you. If you stay still."

"Oh G.o.d. Oh G.o.d. Oh G.o.d."

I brought the sharp blade up in front of her face. Her eyes followed it. She just kept repeating her mantra. "Oh G.o.d. Oh G.o.d."

I took the tip of the knife and circled her right nipple about a millimeter from her flesh. Any slip and she was getting a nasty cut. Her nipple had hardened involuntarily in fear. She was trembling, and having trouble keeping still especially being up on her toes the way she was. But I could tell that all her concentration was on that knife and keeping her bound, bare body still. She was doing a good job. I suppose desperation will let you do some amazing things.

I softly touched the hardened nub with the blade. Scratching carefully down it. She gasped as she felt the cold dangerous steel dragged across her sensitive flesh, but she kept still. Any move would have meant immediate blood and pain. And a completely ruined breast. She knew that. I knew that. Together, we were very careful.

Finally, I released her. She let her breath out and began to shake more violently. Tears falling silently. Unseen by her, I had flipped the knife over. I brought it to her left nipple. The dull side of the knife. But she didn't know that. I rested the knife just above her erect nipple against the flesh. She was crying and pleading. She drew in her breath and concentrated on staying still again. Again, she did an amazing job. Reverse the positions and have some woman threaten my private parts with a knife, I doubt if I could have kept as still as she was. Holding her breath.

"Ooops." I said softly. At the same time I dragged the knife down and across her nipple. Like I was slicing chicken. She screamed in terror and fear. Making the other two girls cry out and jump in surprise. The dull side of the knife slid harmlessly across her erect nipple. Her face paled and she looked like she was about to pa.s.s out.

She managed to keep conscious and she finally looked down at her breast expecting blood and injury. Probably psychologically even feeling the burning pain of the knife; the imagined slice to her nipple. She had nearly pa.s.sed out from fear. Seeing her breast still intact. Her nipple still where it ought to be. No blood. The look of pure relief and disbelief was actually quite pretty on her face. She looked at me and mouthed "Thank you." She must have been really frightened to thank me. She let her breath out in a whoosh.

"Karen. Next time you disobey. I won't be so careful."

"Oh G.o.d. I'll be good. I'll be so good. Please. Just give me another chance. I'll prove I can be good. I'll do whatever you want. Oh G.o.d."

I nodded. "I'm going to put this on you."

"A blindfold? Why?"

"A surprise."