Time Out Of Time - Chapter 75 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc)

I caught a flash of her calf as she moved swiftly out of the kitchen. 
Running. Amy was struggling to get up out of her chair to go after the 
woman. Elizabeth was pulling at the ropes holding her to the chair. 
Frustrated.

I calmly turned to the women. Elizabeth shrugged and began speaking 
rapidly.

"She just ran. I wasn't paying attention. Oh God. She's just
frightened. 
Don't hurt her. She doesn't understand. Please."

I motioned for Amy to stay put and she sank back into her chair
allowing 
her bound wrists to relax behind it. She sighed but didn't say anything.

I sensed Karen's time bubble. She hadn't gone far. That was certain. I 
was willing to bet that she was heading for the stairs. To her daughter.

I walked swiftly to the front hallway and took the stairs two at a
time. 
I poked my head into Autumn's room. Karen wasn't there as I'd expected. 
I suddenly became disturbed. Her hands were bound, but she could still 
be dangerous. No need for me to get killed here. She knew the house 
better than I.

"Karen?"

No answer. Not surprising. She couldn't have gotten out of the house. 
Outside the doors was a no time zone. She'd just return to the kitchen 
if she stepped out the door. Where was she? How many places could a 
mostly bound, naked woman hide?

I walked back down the hallway. Slowly. Readying the time defenses if 
she tried to attack me. Though I suspected that if her intent was to 
attack me, she would have tried it in the kitchen where there were 
weapons. Knives. Perhaps, she had a gun stashed in the house. I walked 
back down the stairs cautiously. I could still sense the time bubble. 
Close.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed that the front closet 
was closed. I had opened it to chain Amy and Elizabeth to the clothes 
rack earlier. I'd never closed it.

"Karen?" I stood by the closet. No answer. Perhaps Amy had closed it 
earlier. I had left her unbound here for a while.

I heard a small whimper. My ears located it. In the closet. The 
frightened woman hadn't had time to get upstairs. So she had simply 
ducked into the open closet and was sitting in the dark. Frightened. 
Bound. Nude.

"Karen. I know you are in the closet."

A very small voice from the bottom of the closet. Near the floor. "Oh 
God. Please. I'm so scared."

"Come on out."

The door cracked open. Just a touch. I watched as she used her toes to 
open the closet door from the inside. Her face was tear streaked. And 
her whole small body was shaking. She was seated on the closet floor. 
Hugging her knees with her bound arms. Underneath the hanging jackets. 
Pulling weakly at the rope around her wrists.

Her voice was shaking. "I. I'm sorry. I just couldn't. I had to try."

"I thought we had an agreement. You did what you were told, and I 
wouldn't hurt Autumn."

Her face went pale. Frightened. "Please. I didn't mean to run. I.
Please 
don't hurt my daughter. It was me that ran. Punish me." Sobbing.

"Karen. I'm going to give you one more chance. You will be punished for 
this. That I can promise you. But I won't hurt your daughter this time."

I reached down to the sobbing woman. I'm not even sure if she heard 
anything I had said to her. Didn't matter. I helped her to her bare
feet 
and walked her back to her kitchen. Elizabeth and Amy both wouldn't
meet 
my eyes. They both knew that they were in trouble for not warning me 
that Karen had run. To be fair, they probably didn't know until it was 
too late either. But, no matter. It was an excuse to punish them. I had 
to take care of Karen first.

As I led Karen back into the kitchen, Elizabeth moaned. "Please. Don't 
hurt her. She was just scared."

I ignored the bound girl and led Karen back under the plant hook. She 
was docile as she watched through teary eyes as I looped the rope 
through her bound wrists and pulled on the other end. She willingly 
raised her arms above her head and gasped as I increased the pressure. 
Soon she was stretched to her limit, her arms lifted above her. She was 
positioned about four feet from the corner where her counters met. I
had 
increased the pressure on her arms such that it was actually easier for 
her to stand on tiptoe to relieve the pressure of her own weight on her 
wrists. There was enough give in the overhead rope to allow her to
stand 
flat on her feet, but that caused her pain in the wrists. She stared 
back at me defiantly. She had managed to stop crying and was realizing 
her precarious position.

I stepped back. Her breasts rode high on her chest as her arms pulled 
them upwards. They were going to be a fun target. Her eyes, a strange 
mixture of hate and fear. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back
and 
over her shoulders. I just gazed at the picture of her standing there. 
Helpless.

Finally she spoke. "Please. I'm sorry. Please. It will never happen 
again. I'll do anything you want. Even a-anal sex. 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 God. 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 God. No."

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

"Oh God. 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 God. 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 shit. Please."

"Karen. Do you have a cucumber in the refrigerator?"

"What?"

"A cucumber."

"I think so."

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

"Karen. Have you ever masturbated with a vegetable? I hear that some 
women do."

"Please."

Elizabeth piped up from her chair. "Oh God. 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."

"God. You are a bastard."

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

"No. Yes."

"No? Yes?"

Her face flushed. "Oh God. 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. 
Brushing the sides of her breasts. 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 cucumber. 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 
cucumber into her mouth. She automatically began to mimic oral sex 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 cucumber 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 fucked up bastard. 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 compassion."

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 cucumber in her mouth. She tried to look up, but the weight of the 
cucumber 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 cucumber. 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 cucumber 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 sex with you. I'll crawl. I swear I'll
never 
run again. Oh God. Please. You can leave me tied up. Forever."

I traced the drool moistened end of the cucumber down her body leaving
a 
very light wet trail. Between her taut breasts and down her belly. I 
paused at her belly button and she tried to dance away. Didn't get very 
far. I traced it through her sparse 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 vaginal muscles. I touched her between her folds. 
Completely dry. Understandable.

She cried out a number of times as the cucumber 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 God. Please. Take it out. Please."

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

"You're leaving it in? You bastard. I can't take it."

"You can. You already have."

There was a good portion of the cucumber 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 vaginal muscles 
pulsating. The pulses running along the cucumber 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 cucumber with the cord making sure that it was secured. I then ran 
the cord up behind her, between her buttocks 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 cucumber 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 God. This isn't the punishment?"

"Part of it."

"What are you going to do to me? God. 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 
cucumber up my ass if you want. Please. Not a knife. Oh God. You can't 
be serious. I'll do anything. Anything."

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

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God."

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

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 pass 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 passed 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 God. 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 God."

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

"A blindfold? Why?"

"A surprise."

"Oh God." But she stood still while I fitted the dark cloth over her 
eyes. She cried out a bit but didn't complain beyond that.

I waved my hand in front of her face. She didn't react. I pretended to 
slap her. Stopping just short of contact. She didn't flinch. She was 
blind.

I traced my finger down over her right nipple. She jumped at the touch, 
but controlled her impulse to move. Probably sudden movements made 
themselves known through the inertia of the foreign body deep in her 
vaginal canal.

I rummaged through her drawers finally coming up with a pair of wooden 
spoons. Lightweight. They would serve.