Message-ID: <7766eli$9804131024@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Time Out Of Time (Chapter 60) [Mf, MFf, bd, exh, sm, inc, nc] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980409213424.20402.rocketmail@send1c.yahoomail.com> This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but at least you've been warned). If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended, what the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake. I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the privilege nor would I engage in non-consentual sex or incest under any circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad things. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived copies) isn't cool. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is not an option. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the above stated conditions. This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as there is interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome. I'd like to thank Rowan for her excellent feedback and commentary on the story thus far. She's now putting her talents into proof-reading the story, and for this I'm appreciative. Hopefully, this will help keep the story lines lively, interesting and entertaining. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson [ Chapter 60 - Time Out Of Time ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) I walked slowly in the direction that Jane had run. My running shoes making far less noise than her bare feet had made. I could sense her presence. Or rather the presence of her time shift. It was difficult to detect at all, but I knew that she wasn't very far. I was expecting her to be outside. As I approached the far end of the mall, I heard soft crying. I wormed my way through the frozen people, following the soft sounds. I finally found her. Curled up near the entrance to a store. Curled up in a ball. Her knees to her chest. Just rocking herself. And quietly weeping. Not really caring that she was naked in the middle of a mall. She had removed the nipple clamps and they were lying on the floor at her toes. She looked up as I approached. Miserable. Knowing that she was probably in a lot more trouble than she ever thought possible. Agonizing trouble. Tears running down her face. Scared. She looked down as our eyes met. She murmured something that I couldn't quite make out. I sat down near her on the floor. She glanced up but couldn't keep looking at me. I was actually expecting more of an Amy response. Indignation. Anger. However, she managed to choke out between her sobs. "Please. Master. Th-this slave doesn't know what happened. Please. She doesn't even know how she got here." "Honey. You ran." "Oh God. P-please don't punish me. My legs." I reached forward and gathered the crying woman into my arms. Stroked her hair. Whispered to her until she calmed herself. Finally, she managed to control herself and looked into my face. "What happened?" she asked me. "I was about to ask you the same question." "Oh God. I don't know. All I remember is you coming over to torture me more, and then I was here. Crying. Please. I don't remember anything else. I swear it. I wouldn't. I wouldn't run. I know better than that. Why did you let me?" "Jane, darling. I was coming over to comfort you. I pushed you too hard and you were upset. I touched your shoulder and you went berserk. My shoulder got vibrated and then you were off and running. Pell mell down here." I smiled at her kindly. Not wanting to panic her. "Oh God," her face registered the enormity of what she'd done. Run. And perhaps the memory of her throwing the vibrator at me was returning. "Th-this slave is so sorry. She. She didn't mean it. Please. My legs hurt so much. I don't. She doesn't need to be punished. Oh God please." Her arms wound around me and she buried her face in my chest. Sobbing again. Thinking that she was going to get punished for her actions. Afraid. I couldn't blame her. Especially after the Amy incident. "I'm not going to punish you. It was my fault." "It-it was?" she was incredulous through the tears. "It was. I pushed you much too far. You're only human. And you tried so hard. You didn't hurt me with that thing and you just needed to run. I understand. Don't think that you'll always get away with it, but this time it was my fault. No punishment required." "Oh God. I'm. Th-this slave is still sorry. And she is so grateful." She buried her head in my chest again and I just held the weeping girl until she calmed down again. "What happened?" She was confused. "I. This sl-slave told you." "No. I mean, what set this off? Why?" "I don't really know. I. She doesn't remember." I just waited. She shifted herself in my arms. "Please. I. Th-this slave was. Please. My father. He hasn't seen me .. her nude s-since she was five. And you made me ... her touch my - herself. H-have sex. Oh God. I can't do this." She was beginning to have trouble with the slave talk. I couldn't blame her. I don't think I'd ever seen her quite this upset. Even when I took her. "Janey. Slave talk. Don't try. It's alright." "Oh God. Thank you. I. I'm not sure what happened. I was hurting. Look at my legs." She held up one of her slim legs. Red angry marks were still evident across her calves. I hadn't realized that I had hit her that hard. Maybe it was a sensitive area? It's not as though I've ever been hit there. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight. I thought that you were going to make me do something else. Torture me. Hit me more. I. I just couldn't handle it anymore. I guess I threw what I had at you and ran. I don't remember it." She'd fallen into quietly crying again. I just rocked her bare body for a while until she stopped again. I felt her body tense and then relax. She was looking up at me. Indecision on her face. Fright. I spoke soothingly to her. She was like a rabbit. Needing comfort now. "What is it?" "Please. I can't." "You know better than that. What is on your mind?" "How do you always know?" "You can't hide much like that." Meaning her body language was accentuated when she was nude. "A couple of things? Promise not to get mad?" "What have you done?" "Nothing." She responded quickly. "It's just that. Th-this slave ran away. And she knows that this is the worst thing she could do, other than trying to hurt her master. Oh yeah, she tried that too ..." I nodded. "Please. Will this affect you letting Mom and Dad and Elaine go? She didn't mean it. You can punish her later. She knows she was a bad girl." All this girl wanted in the whole world was for me to release her family. Even after all the abuse I had heaped on her this afternoon. She would take more if it meant the family being released. "Jane. Don't worry about it. I haven't let them go yet, but I have Elizabeth untying them right now. Is that all?" "Oh God. I can't." "What else?" "Please. Th-this slave is confused." "What's the matter?" "You. You completely humiliated me. Forced me to m-masturbate in front of my father. You made me have sex with my mother. I was forced to break nearly every taboo ever taught to me. I had a damn vibrator in me. And you were whipping me. And I wanted more. I felt like a slut. Enjoying the pain. The sex. My pussy is still tingling. I'm still fucking wet. It's not right. I feel so dirty. Why do you make me do these things? I'm sitting here half hoping that you'll hit me again, so I can feel the tingling. My body hates me. I swear it." The tears began to form again, but she somehow willed them away. She'd been in tears a lot today. I don't know where her small body came up with the moisture for them. "Why do I feel like this? Why?" "Jane." I held her shaking body close. "I don't know. And I wish I did. I wish I had answers for you. All I know is that you are going to forget about all this. You might discover these things on your own one day. Or maybe not. But if you are feeling them now, you probably will too on the prime timeline. Some lover is going to want to tie you up one day. For fun. And you are going to enjoy it. Either way, it's alright to feel this way. Personally, I suspect that it is normal. But I have no idea why you feel that way. Why your body reacts as it does. Just if you do discover it in the real world, make sure that you don't find an asshole like me to sleep with." She just cried a bit more and then I felt her squirm a bit. Wanting out of my arms. I let her. "Thanks for talking to me again. I. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me." From her knees. "I'm what's wrong with you Jane. You are in a really weird situation that I'm not about to let you out of. You are a strong girl, and you are adjusting a lot better than I had ever imagined. You did well today." "Well enough for a present?" I thought about it. Her face had brightened with the thought of anything. Any reward. They didn't have much. But it wouldn't be much of a present if she knew about it. Would it? "Isn't sending your family back a gift enough?" I teased her. Her face fell a bit. "A slave shouldn't expect presents. Please, I'll be happy if you send my parents back. Please." I helped her to her feet. She winced a bit as her weight pressed down on her bare, sore soles, but she didn't complain. We walked carefully and slowly towards the other end of the mall. About halfway back to her parents, I stopped Jane. I guided her into a store. Her eyes questioning me. "Pick out something nice. Something I'd approve of." Jane glanced around the lingerie shop. Her eyes widening. "For me? You are going to let me wear something?" "Consider it a present. You can wear it for now. You were good today. Despite your little unapproved marathon." She actually let out a little laugh and moved quickly through the store. Running her fingers over satin and silk. Trying to determine what I'd want her to wear. Knowing that to pick something too conventional would probably mean not getting to wear anything. I'm not sure I've ever seen a woman as anxious to wear lingerie. She quickly made some choices and showed me. "I can't tell. Put them on." She wandered towards the change rooms out of habit. I stopped her by calling her name. "You don't need a change room." "Oh God. I keep forgetting." I watched as she slipped on some sheer black stockings. A lacy garter belt. A very tight black lace bra and a pair of high cut panties over the stockings and belt. She looked gorgeous, although she looked wonderful nude as well. "Just need a pair of high heels and you'd look like a playboy model." I was kidding about the shoes. No shoes for her. At least not yet. She blushed. Knowing what she looked like. And not caring. Her body, her sexual parts were somewhat hidden. She reached up and kissed me. "I don't hate you anymore." "I know. Come on silly." She pranced out on her stockinged feet, almost wanting to see her family again. When we arrived, Elizabeth and Dave were quietly talking. Elaine and Dora were just quietly resting. Jane's eyes widened at the sight of her family. I guess still getting used to the fact that they were nude and she wasn't. She stopped as I touched her arm. I could see her body quivering. Wanting to run to her family. Then they saw her. I saw her mother sigh. Probably glad that I'd allowed her clothing. No matter how skimpy. Her father, a quick look of lust, and then he fought that away. Jane did look ravishing in the lingerie. Elizabeth, an open look of jealousy. She probably couldn't believe that instead of punishing the girl, I'd dressed her. Albeit in lingerie. Master's prerogative. I whispered to Jane. "I'm going to return them now. You want to say good-bye?" Without having to be told again, she rushed forward. Practically leaping into her father's arms. Whispering urgently. Telling him that she'd be alright. Slowly walking over and embracing her nude sister and mother. Quietly whispering to them as well. Meanwhile, I released Elizabeth from her bench. Pulling her off to the side letting Jane have a moment with her folks. There were tears in her eyes as she walked over to Elizabeth and I. Wanting them off this timeline and not wanting them to go. Knowing that she'd miss them. But that they'd be safe. She nodded to me and turned around to watch. The family tensed as they felt the time flow adjust around their bodies. As the three of us watched, Dave popped off the bench and rematerialized bored in the women's clothing store. I heard Dora gasp as she saw what happened. Dora disappeared next. Back into the change room. I heard Jane whisper to herself, "Good-bye Elaine." And Elaine shimmered out of sight to reappear, blissfully unaware of her antics, back in the store. Fully clothed. Looking through dresses. Elizabeth scampered forward and collected up the various restraints. Bits of rope. Handcuffs. Left the broken vibrator on the floor. Placed everything in the pack and approached us, pack in hand. Jane just stood and stared at her freed family. There were still tears brimming in Jane's eyes as we turned and walked away. She took one look back, let out a wrenching sob, but turned around and allowed me to guide her outside. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |