Part 2  

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Part 2

Chapter 6
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 onaround 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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Chapter 7
Gathering my resources, I extended a sphere of influence to encompass 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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Chapter 8
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 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 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 . 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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Chapter 9
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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Chapter 10
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 by her secretary.

to be continued.......


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